The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 733 Defeating the Demon General Malgrion

"Gyahahaha!" Malgrion erupted in laughter. "Die! Die! Die! You are merely an ant destined to perish by my hand!"

He shifted his stance mockingly, as if intending to crush Evalyn, who was trapped beneath him, into her very bones.

Once he felt he had made his point, he stood and turned towards the crater.

At that precise moment, his eyes snapped wide with shock.

"W-What is this!? How can this be possible!?"

Evalyn, who should have been there, had vanished.

"Why? Are you surprised?"

A taunting voice drifted from his side.

He whirled around to see Evalyn standing about ten meters away, a subtle smile gracing her lips.

"You… How did you endure?" he inquired, his voice laced with astonishment.

Mere moments ago, he had been absolutely certain Evalyn had taken the full impact. She should have been deceased.

Yet, she now stood to his left, leaving him bewildered and unnerved.

"You underestimated my capabilities, Malin's son," Evalyn responded with composure. "Even with your strength, your movements are quite predictable."

Her words ignited Malgrion's fury. He straightened his posture and bared his sharp teeth.

"Very well… You managed to survive this instance, but can you withstand the next confrontation?"

He extended his palms, and a mace, three meters in length, materialized before him.

This formidable weapon was obsidian black, featuring a rounded head and peculiar patterns inscribed along its shaft.

"I shall consume you! You will be my evening meal tonight!" Malgrion bellowed, slamming the mace forcefully into the ground.

Boom!

The very earth trembled as if an earthquake had violently erupted.

"Die!"

Malgrion coiled his body and charged forward. He raised the mace high above his head, bringing it down in a devastating arc towards Evalyn.

Evalyn remained unperturbed. She closed her eyes and softly intoned, "Transformation!"

Buzz!

Her hair instantly transformed into a radiant golden hue, and a symbol of the sun materialized upon her forehead.

Upon opening her eyes, her pupils had shifted to a brilliant golden color.

As Malgrion's attack descended, she evaded it with effortless grace.

Boom!

The mace impacted the very spot where she had been standing just moments before. Malgrion looked up, observing Evalyn standing unharmed, now positioned five meters away.

Unyielding, he swung his mace repeatedly. Regrettably, each attempt met with failure.

"Argh!"

Malgrion brought the mace down with a resounding crash onto the ground. Instantly, cracks fissured outwards, sending debris hurtling into the air.

He then launched himself forward, lunging at Evalyn as she hung in mid-air.

"Die!"

Evalyn offered a smile. Just as the mace was about to connect, she elegantly shifted her body, narrowly evading the strike.

"What!?" Malgrion's eyes widened in disbelief.

Before he could even process the evasion, Evalyn raised her sword and executed a clean vertical slash, severing the arm wielding the mace.

Slash!

His arm detached at the joint, plummeting to the ground.

Srck!

Dark blood erupted like a geyser. Malgrion let out a pained groan.

Swiftly, he retrieved the severed limb and reattached it.

The limb seamlessly fused back into place, and the wound commenced its healing process.

However, Evalyn detected a subtle anomaly.

'It is taking longer this time!' she gasped inwardly.

Previously, Malgrion had healed in an instant, less than a second. Now, it had taken three seconds. Though a minor discrepancy, it was undeniably noticeable.

A vulnerability had been exposed.

"So that is the reason…" Evalyn mused with a smile. She drew her right leg back, lowering her body until she was nearly parallel to the ground. "If that is the case, I must simply persist in my assault until his regenerative capabilities falter!"

Whoosh!

Her form blurred and vanished, only to reappear directly above Malgrion's head.

The surprised Malgrion recoiled. He hastily swung his mace upwards in her direction.

But as if anticipating his move, Evalyn executed a spin in mid-air, cleanly circumventing the blow.

She landed behind him, contorted her torso, and delivered slashes to both of his legs.

"Argh!"

Malgrion shrieked in agony and tumbled to the ground. Yet, in the subsequent moment, both his legs began the process of reattachment.

Evalyn observed that the regeneration was significantly slower than before.

The smile on her face broadened, taking on an almost terrifying aspect.

"The perfect opportunity!"

She vanished once more, reappearing directly before Malgrion. The Divine Sword of Luminus whistled through the air, severing his left arm.

Malgrion attempted to seize her but was unsuccessful. Evalyn employed the hero's technique—Lightning Step—to evade all his lunges.

Her movements were so incredibly swift they defied visual tracking by the naked eye.

Zrrrkh!

Zrrrkh!

Evalyn flickered in and out of existence repeatedly, severing Malgrion's limbs one after another.

Her overwhelming speed rendered his regenerative powers insufficient to keep pace.

Suddenly, she materialized beside Malgrion's right shoulder. The Divine Sword of Luminus sliced into his right side, piercing his neck and sinking deeper.

"Argh!"

Malgrion's roar of anguish was so potent it unleashed a colossal windstorm.

His immense physique swayed precariously from side to side, nearly causing Evalyn to lose her footing.

"Just a bit longer!" Evalyn gritted her teeth, forcing the sword deeper. "Perish, Malgrion!"

A brilliant light erupted from the sword, engulfing a fifty-meter radius in its intense glare.

After a few moments, the blinding radiance gradually faded, finally disappearing completely.

Evalyn, standing precariously on Malgrion's right shoulder, displayed a look of sheer exhaustion, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

"Did I... succeed?"

Her gaze fixed upon Malgrion, who remained rigid and utterly still.

In the very next second, his colossal form began to crack. The fractures spread like an intricate spiderweb across his body before he finally disintegrated into a pile of dust.

Evalyn lost her footing, plummeting from a height of four meters.

Just as she braced for impact, bracing for injury, something entirely unexpected occurred.

A handkerchief materialized from her pocket, drifting into the air with a subtle, faint purple luminescence.

Her descent slowed considerably, allowing her to land gently on the ground.

Evalyn stared, utterly stunned, at the object in silence.

"Nolan..."

It was Nolan's handkerchief, an item she had pilfered years ago. At times, she kept it tucked away simply to alleviate her persistent longing for that "stinky" man.

Who could have possibly foreseen it would become her unexpected savior?

It seemed Nolan, realizing it had been taken, had deliberately left it behind for her.

Evalyn retrieved the handkerchief, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"You're such a cold-hearted man, always putting on an act. I know you were worried about me," she whispered, clutching the handkerchief to her chest.

Had it not been for that handkerchief, she would surely have sustained injuries. Her strength was utterly depleted, leaving her feeling profoundly weak.

Even a fall from a mere four meters would have inflicted minor injuries given her current condition.

Buzz!

Evalyn's appearance slowly began to normalize. The hero's technique—transformation—was a forbidden ability that pushed all five of her senses to their absolute zenith.

This was the very reason she had been able to evade Malgrion's onslaughts with such ease, and also to perceive the minute changes in his slowed regeneration.

Evalyn attempted to rise but found herself unable to. Her body felt overwhelmingly heavy, as if burdened by an immense weight.

Still, she did not force herself, allowing her strength to gradually return to her.

After a period of fifteen minutes, she slowly got to her feet, inhaling a deep, fortifying breath.

Her gaze rested on the black ash—the remnants of Malgrion—and a faint smile touched her lips.

"Defeating a demon general... If this event is ever chronicled in the annals of history, I'm quite certain my future father would be astounded," she mused with a soft chuckle.