Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 658 Unbearable Torment

"Too bad, brother, you can't protect them. I don't mind helping you—let me prove it with my strength." Butcher declared, attempting to appear formidable before the seven women.

Vritra yearned to snap his neck instantly but restrained the urge; Morgan represented the primary threat presently.

"Allow him to attempt it first; I doubt Butcher stands a chance against this man," Morgan commanded, recognizing Vritra's power as exceptionally formidable.

He sensed it distinctly.

'Is his ability linked to sound? Or does it belong to another?' Vritra pondered, opening his eyes to lock his gaze on Butcher.

In his thoughts, he invoked, 'Merge with the Blood Demon Ascension Path! Forced Merge!' At that instant, a crimson crystal flickered into existence within his pocket.

Intricate patterns etched its surface, and it spanned the breadth of a fist.

The moment Vritra issued the order, the crystal liquefied and seeped into his flesh.

Those identical enigmatic patterns surfaced across his skin, fortunately concealed beneath his attire.

"Brother, let's commence," Butcher announced with a broad grin, then abruptly unleashed a stealthy strike.

Directing his palms at Vritra, he propelled intense sonic waves that were alarming enough to pulverize the terrain nearby.

Beyond physical harm, it doubled as a formidable psychic assault.

Yet to Vritra, it amounted to nothing. Bolstered by Evomorph and his elevated spiritual and resilience stats, he sustained no damage whatsoever.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Nevertheless, seizing his head, Vritra contorted in anguish as a scorching wave surged through his frame.

It resembled his skin peeling off layer by layer, his bloodstream igniting to torment him internally.

His vital organs seemed compressed or dissolving, the design infiltrating his skeletal structure.

The suffering was so overwhelming that Vritra teetered on unconsciousness, his features blanching while his eyes reddened intensely.

"Hubby!!" Yasmine exclaimed, on the verge of dashing to his side. Witnessing Vritra's torment wrenched their hearts; they failed to comprehend how this onslaught could injure him.

Was he feigning it? The evidence suggested otherwise.

'What? Has this feeble assault sufficed to overwhelm him? Did I overrate his prowess, or has the prior skirmish wounded him? He doesn't appear to be acting…' Morgan reflected, scrutinizing Vritra and his kin's responses closely.

"Hahaha, you're exceedingly frail, brother—did you enlist aid to eradicate Xander and his cohort, or employ toxin to sap their vigor? In any case, let's wrap up this clash." Butcher halted briefly before erupting in laughter.

He brimmed with delight; this victory would elevate him to an elite status in Morgan's faction and secure a share of those women.

Forfeiting his stronghold was a shame, but the sight of Vritra's companions made him eager to relinquish all.

Vritra nearly toppled under the searing torment. It eclipsed the ordeal of enduring comprehensive surgery devoid of numbing agents while fully alert.

Were it not for his unyielding resolve, he might have succumbed immediately.

Propping himself with the spear, Vritra maintained his stance.

With a mild cough, he centered his attention on Butcher.

'L-Let's proceed!'

Teeth clenched, Vritra triggered his boot's power and surged ahead, his pace still markedly inferior to his optimum.

Butcher found himself unprepared, hastily retreating with a leap.

SWISH

Sweeping the spear in a sweeping curve, Vritra righted his faltering posture; his motions evoked those of an intoxicated wanderer.

Engaging in combat amid such distress proved immensely challenging; he scarcely managed to keep his vision clear.

A superficial incision materialized on Butcher's torso, yet he countered via a sonic detonation that hurled Vritra rearward.

His countenance resembled bleached parchment.

Still, he advanced once more, his dominant attributes affording him a persistent superiority.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

A further horrifying wail burst from Butcher's maw as he extracted blades from behind and commenced ferocious thrusting and hacking.

His actions were disorganized and amateurish, enabling Vritra to foresee them entirely.

[Spiritual Burst!]

"Ughh," a subdued spiritual burst collided with Butcher, forcing him to stagger as the spear promptly raked his leg.

Naturally, Vritra sought to extend the duration.

"Tch, damn it, you resemble a phantom—just expire already, BROTHER!!" Bellowing maniacally, he unleashed a torrent of blows while bombarding Vritra with diverse sonic barrages.

Several strikes connected with Vritra's form, albeit inflicting only superficial marks.

These swiftly regenerated courtesy of Evomorph.

However, the coerced integration prompted his vessels to rupture and epidermis to tear, prompting him to expose those areas to Butcher's blade.

"Die! Lacking true might, you're powerless—even overcoming me won't save you from those seven. Thus, permit my slaying!! I'll shield your loved ones." Butcher couldn't eliminate Vritra even in his debilitated form.

Vritra stood bathed in gore, his physique quaking as he tenuously clutched the spear.

Yet victory eluded him still; Butcher perceived Morgan's scrutiny and the intensifying strain.

Subduing this adversary was imperative, lest oblivion claim him.

Butcher thrust ahead, only for the spear to materialize abruptly before his vision, nearly extracting an orb.

It carved a prolonged, severe gash along his face.

Despite the escalating torment, Vritra adapted gradually to his plight, his maneuvers turning erratic.

Nevertheless, until the fusion concluded, he required his resilience to reach its zenith.

Vritra inflicted agony on Butcher, lacerating and impaling across his frame to avenge the earlier affront.

'Ughhh, forget this!!' Butcher swore silently, then pivoted toward Morgan and pleaded timidly:

"Sir, I can overcome him, but it'll prolong excessively. W-Why not permit them to aid me and test for any hidden talents he possesses."

Morgan sighed in exasperation; Vritra's affliction baffled him, but in his present frailty, the gamer dismissed him as harmless.

'Determine his value or lack thereof; I must amass every ounce of power for Riverdel City—that locale brims with peril.'

Upon deliberation, he beckoned the seven men to engage.

The marionette-resembling individuals in bulky garments assented and approached, forming a ring around the frail Vritra.

Vritra breathed in the frigid atmosphere profoundly; his environs blurred into a crimson haze, and slumber beckoned irresistibly.

Merely minutes prior, he'd lounged in Vanessa's embrace; now, he waged a lethal struggle.

Destiny's twists were profoundly capricious.

Each of the seven commanded unique powers, which Vritra rapidly identified via appraisal.

Two featured staunch protections, one excelled in velocity, an ice manipulator was present, and the final trio wielded potent force abilities.

Morgan had evidently deployed only the less potent ones, though their capabilities remained substantial.

They bore diverse armaments like axes, mallets, and daggers.

After a terse quietude, they assaulted Vritra in unison.

The onset involved the sonic strike, pursued by keen ice shards directed at his cranium and core.

The others assailed with tangible implements, converging from every angle.

Vritra permitted the ice to graze his rear, deflected the axes via spear flourish, then propelled toward one assailant with a ground kick.

[Spiritual Burst!]

[Spiritual Burst!]

[Spiritual Burst!]

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