The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 731 Fighting With the Demon General! (1)

"The Divine Sword of Luminus? How is this possible?" Malgrion's eyes widened in sheer terror.

His senses went on high alert, and he stumbled back two steps in alarm.

The Divine Sword of Luminus was a weapon that struck fear into the hearts of demons. Even the Demon Emperor himself treaded carefully around its power.

This was due to the sword possessing the capability to obliterate the Demon Emperor.

A demon general had already met their end by this sword, and another was felled by the Dark Hero.

And now, witnessing the Divine Sword of Luminus in Evalyn's grasp, Malgrion was overcome with panic and confusion.

'What in the Nine Hells is going on? How could that sword be in her possession?'

In his elation from anticipating the defeat of the hero's forces, he had failed to recognize the sword Evalyn held as the Divine Sword of Luminus.

However, he had no moment to ponder this revelation—Evalyn had already launched her assault.

Clang!

Malgrion parried Evalyn's rapid thrust with his own blade, blocking the strike.

Evalyn channeled immense power into her attack, catching Malgrion completely off guard and sending him hurtling three meters backward.

Without hesitation, Evalyn sprang forward again, raising her sword high above her head.

"Take this!"

"Tsk!"

Malgrion clicked his tongue, twisted his body with agility, and unleashed a cross-shaped slash with his sword.

Clang!

The collision of their swords produced a resounding, deafening metallic ring.

"Do not underestimate me, mortal!" Malgrion roared, his voice thick with aggression.

He channeled even greater force into his weapon, propelling Evalyn violently upward.

Malgrion seized the opportune moment without delay.

Bending his knees, he launched himself into the air, sword ready to strike as he closed the distance.

"Die!"

Just as he anticipated his blade would connect with Evalyn, an unforeseen turn of events occurred.

Evalyn twisted her body with preternatural grace in mid-air, narrowly evading his lethal blow.

"W-What the!?" Malgrion's eyes darted open in disbelief.

Before he could even process this change, the Divine Sword of Luminus erupted with a blinding radiance and descended upon his arm.

Slash!

Malgrion's left arm was cleanly severed, unleashing a torrent of dark, viscous blood.

Evalyn did not pause. Utilizing her body's momentum, she delivered a powerful kick to Malgrion's immense frame.

Whoosh!

Malgrion was propelled through the air like a projectile, crashing heavily onto the ground.

A massive explosion of dust and debris erupted outward, engulfing an area spanning nearly two meters.

Evalyn landed a short distance away, a faint, knowing smile gracing her lips.

'Just as I predicted… against an opponent lacking any refined technique, a simple feint is more than enough,' she mused internally.

Earlier, she had intentionally exposed herself to an attack, creating a vulnerable facade. Malgrion, blinded by aggression, fell directly into the trap, attacking without realizing it was merely an elaborate ruse.

'However, this still won't be enough. This demon's flesh is as resilient as iron,' she muttered, tightening her grip on her sword and fixing its point toward her adversary.

As the dust and smoke began to dissipate, Malgrion's form gradually became visible. The colossal demon stood revealed, his left arm missing, dark ichor still flowing profusely from the ghastly wound.

"Astounding… truly, truly incredible. I was foolish to underestimate you," Malgrion stated, his voice a deep rumble.

He slowly rose to his feet, his expression remarkably composed, as if the grievous injury had no effect whatsoever.

Then, he calmly retrieved the severed portion of his arm and pressed it back against the stump. To Evalyn's utter astonishment, the flesh seamlessly fused together, his arm regenerating perfectly.

Evalyn's eyes widened in disbelief. "Such an astonishing regenerative capability!"

Ordinarily, such a wound would necessitate the use of a high-tier healing potion, or perhaps something even rarer.

Yet, the demon before her defied all expectations, nonchalantly reattaching his limb merely by holding it to the severed end.

"Surprised?" Malgrion smirked, revealing his fangs. "Well, anyone unfamiliar with my unique nature would certainly be taken aback by such a display. Allow me to introduce myself properly; I possess a rather renowned title: the Eternal Demon. My existence is such that I cannot perish—not even by the hands of the heroes themselves. Therefore…"

His grin widened, becoming disturbingly smug. "I fear you will find yourself profoundly disappointed, as defeating me is simply beyond your power."

"The Eternal Demon…" Evalyn softly echoed the moniker.

The title itself exuded an aura of arrogant dominance. She was uncertain whether this appellation was a factual representation of his power or merely empty, boastful bravado.

However, after witnessing the effortless manner in which Malgrion had healed his wounds moments prior, it seemed this title might indeed hold some truth.

'This is going to be an exceedingly difficult confrontation,' she murmured, drawing in a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

Her initial assessment of Malgrion had undergone a radical transformation. Where she had once categorized him as an A-rank threat, she now unequivocally deemed him an SS-rank menace.

"I cannot fathom how you possess the Hero of Light's sacred sword," Malgrion declared, his tone dripping with mockery. "But your methods are of no consequence to me. Whether it is you or the so-called hero, both of your lives will be extinguished this very day!"

Buzz!

A fearsome black aura erupted from his being, surging skyward and coalescing into a colossal tornado, four meters in height.

Evalyn raised her sword, bracing to shield herself from the impending shockwave.

However, before she could fully brace for the impact, Malgrion materialized instantaneously before her.

He lifted his sword, a malevolent grin twisting his features.

"Perish!"

Evalyn's eyes snapped wide open, and with haste, she thrust her sword upwards.

Boom!

A sudden detonation echoed, sending a shockwave rippling outwards for twenty meters.

Billowing smoke and swirling dust obscured the land, rushing out in every direction.

While Evalyn successfully parried the assault, the very ground beneath her feet fractured, collapsing into a crater nearly twenty centimeters deep.

"Hahaha!" Malgrion guffawed, delivering a swift kick to Evalyn's abdomen.

Completely blindsided, Evalyn was propelled fifty meters away.

Without pausing, Malgrion seemed to vanish, only to reappear instantaneously behind her.

"Got you!"

Just as his colossal sword was poised to slice into Evalyn's back, she contorted her body mid-air, narrowly evading the devastating blow.

"Oh? Intriguing!"

Malgrion whirled around, unleashing another sword swing towards Evalyn, who had just regained her footing.

Evalyn's eyes widened further, and she scrambled backwards with urgency.

Boom!

The massive blade slammed into the earth where she had been an instant before, gouging out a crater two meters in depth.

"Tch! You move like a slithering grub. Utterly vexing!"

Malgrion raised his sword aloft. Sinister energy coalesced along the blade before he thrust it forward.

Slash!

A formidable wave of demonic energy streaked towards Evalyn.

Perceiving the danger, Evalyn dared not let her guard down. She swept her sword aside, a quiet invocation leaving her lips, "Hero Technique: Lightning Movement!"

Zzzrh!

Her form dissolved into a streak of lightning, vanishing from sight only to materialize twelve meters distant.

Malgrion pressed his relentless assault, continuing to unleash barrages of demonic energy slashes.

Zzzrh!

Zzzrh!

Evalyn flickered from one position to another, her movements so rapid they became imperceptible to the normal eye.

Exasperated, Malgrion drove his sword into the ground, roaring, "Annihilate!"

Dark power erupted from his being, channeling into the blade and shattering the very ground beneath him.

The resulting explosion spread like a grotesque web, obliterating everything within a fifty-meter radius. Chunks of earth were hurled skyward, forming a colossal pall of dust.

"Where did you go?" Malgrion frantically scanned his surroundings.

His prior strike had been an indiscriminate area-of-effect blast. By all logical accounts, the woman should have been caught within its fury. Yet, her agility and cunning had proven superior.

There was no conceivable way she could have been struck so easily.

Abruptly, he felt an icy draft graze the nape of his neck.

His eyes widened, and before he could even pivot, Malgrion registered a faint, sharp slicing sound near his throat.

Startled, he instinctively reached up, his fingers brushing against his neck and finding something warm and wet.

Uponinspecting his hand, his eyes bulged with sheer disbelief.

It was blood—his own blood.

Scrk!

His vision swam erratically, and in the ensuing moment, he witnessed an utterly impossible sight.

His own decapitated body remained standing, eerily still.

"Huh?"