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Chapter 415: Dark Demon Partaking in a Bloody Funeral Part 2

As the black and white fish each plunged into Gatomon and Black Gatomon's bodies, the two magical spirits turned into black and white lights under the effect of [Fusion] and swirled up to the sky.

One clockwise and the other counterclockwise, the black and white lights that merged together in the air quickly outlined a mysterious and complex summoning circle.

[Bastemon], who hadn’t made an appearance for a long time, slowly stepped out of the summoning circle.

Her bearing was as graceful as ever, her walk just as charming, and her long smooth hair, dyed pink by [Lust], gave off a kind of dreamlike aesthetic.

The cat ears that peeked out from her long hair were fluffy and cute, and her two slender cat tails seemed a little playful.

Her delicate face was covered with a lavender veil, and her scanty attire exposed a large area of her furless abdomen, the fine and smooth skin shining with a faint luster.

Her round breasts, wrapped in tadpole-shaped pink cups, were too soft and plump to be grasped in one hand, and the X-shaped tattoo on her stomach made her radiate with feistiness.

The pearls, gems and gold rings draped all over her body bathed her in the brilliance of wealth.

Mysterious and opulent.

Seductive and enchanting.

The limbs and sharp claws that retained their beastly attributes further added a degree of fascinating danger to her.

……

The fusion of Gatomon and Black Gatomon reduced the number of magical spirits belonging to [Wonderland] by one.

But the summoning of [Miltank] made up for this reduction.

The moment Bastemon appeared, it gained a buff of 800 points of magic energy, attack, and defense.

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　　[Card name: Bastemon]

　　[Type: spirit card]

　　[Level: ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪]

　　[Race: Demi-human-type]

　　[Attribute: shadow-type]

　　[Magic energy: 3500→4300]

　　[Attack: 3400→4200]

　　[Defense: 2700→3500]

　　[Ultimate: Helter Skelter, Vampire Dance]

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Strictly looking at the data on the panel, Bastemon, who was also a golden card, had already surpassed the 8-star [Blood Swordmaster].

But without a weapon, she was at a disadvantage in terms of attacking.

So, without the least hesitation, she stretched out her hand to Leomon.

Leomon was stunned for a moment.

Originally, when Gatomon threw [Honedge] to it, it thought that Gatomon had entrusted the [Holy Sword] to it.

It had never expected that this was not an entrustment, but a "temporary storage"!

After a moment of silence, Leomon, who was not good at refusing, finally tossed [Honedge] back to [Bastemon].

Upon getting back [Honedge], Bastemon smiled charmingly at Leomon and frivolously said, "Quite sensible, aren't you."

Leomon's face instantly turned black, wishing it could punch her in the face with Fist of the Beast King.

But Bastemon no longer looked at it. She lightly swung the holy sword whose attribute conflicted with her own and gracefully strutted towards [Blood Lad] at the back.

[Blood Lad], who had turned its body with difficulty after knocking down half of the wall, resolutely rolled over upon seeing Bastemon approaching.

"Just in time to test the sword."

With a twist of her wrist, Bastemon changed the direction of the blade. And then, without any sort of skill, she slashed down at [Blood Lad]!

Swish!

Bastemon smoothly put away the sword.

Running from top to bottom, an extremely long gash emerged on [Blood Lad]’s skin, spurting out a large amount of gas just like a punctured balloon.

Then.

Bang!

This originally 1-star Phantom Magic Beast exploded into blood mist.

As Bastemon flicked her fingertip, the blood mist converged again before it could spread out, the enormous blood energy churning in the mist.

She turned around to look at Ophelia Bullard through narrowed eyes, recalled what Ophelia Bullard had said, and then injected the blood energy extracted from the blood mist into [Honedge]

Although [Honedge] was a "holy sword", since it was essentially a magical spirit crafted by Dark, it did not reject the magical spirits who were crafted by the same master.

Bastemon did not manipulate the power of darkness, but chose to inject blood energy into the sword and actually succeeded in dyeing this "holy sword" in the color of blood.

She couldn't help but smile. When she raised the sword and waved it, it felt as though it was an extension of her arm.

[Attack power: 4200→6300]

……

In the pumpkin carriage on top of the spiral clock tower, Medea suddenly said, "The intensity of the ritual has increased again."

Professor Silver asked for the umpteenth time, "Will there be any problem?"

But this time, Professor Medea replied with a very decisive tone, "No!"

……

On the Ferris wheel, Ryan Hex had been watching everything unfold.

His initial plan was to rely on Dark to partly figure out Ophelia Bullard's strength, and then take action when the opportunity arose.

In his preconception, his strike had to be as powerful as a thunderbolt, a single deadly blow that could directly put an end to the battle.

But the true strength shown by Ophelia Bullard in the subtleties made him quickly realize how ridiculous his idea was.

Ten years later, the [Blood Princess] had gotten even stronger!

In comparison, he realized more and more clearly that he was already an old man who fell behind the times.

This inevitably made him feel a little forlorn.

However, his lance had yet to rust.

Once he found the chance, he would still take action.

He would just be more cautious.

……

After testing the sword, Bastemon strutted out of the territory of [Wonderland] with a cat-like gait and went to the center of the hall.

Instead of attacking Ophelia Bullard, she pointed her sword at [Blood Swordmaster] with a smile hanging on her lips.

[Blood Swordmaster] turned to look at her master.

Ophelia Bullard nodded at her and softly said, "Go."

[Blood Swordmaster]'s eyes lit up, immediately filled with fighting spirit.

She strode towards Bastemon. With every step she took, the sword intent pumped out by [Sword Heart] rose by a notch, gradually becoming as majestic as the sea.

Meanwhile, Bastemon flicked her finger, causing the blood mist to disperse and enshroud her surroundings.

She was well aware that her insight and reaction were certainly no match for [Blood Swordmaster] who wielded the title "swordmaster", but the shroud of blood mist would make up for this shortcoming.

Once [Blood Swordmaster] entered the blood mist, every little move would completely be in her perception.

The distance between the two was getting shorter.

Kicking off the ground, [Blood Swordmaster] suddenly accelerated, the [Bloodsucking Sword] in her grip letting out a terrifying blast.

A dragon-shaped beast rushed out from the blade and wrapped around it

"Secret Technique·Ninth Form!"

At that instant, it was as though [Blood Swordmaster] had turned into a roaring dragon. The soaring sword energy condensed into substance, the phantom of a dragon rising behind her.

"Vampire Dance!"

At the same time, Bastemon unleashed one of her ultimates.

She danced and swayed her waist, looking incomparably captivating.

With the sword in her hand, it thus turned into a "sword dance".

Clang!

The two sides collided, their swords instantly clashing.

While Bastemon's "swordsmanship" was created to match her dance, [Blood Swordmaster]'s "swordsmanship" was of the purest style.

But a battle of swords was never about purity—all that mattered was conquering the win.

Dark Demon closely watched the sword duel between the two magical spirits, capturing information from the rapid collision of swords.

Bastemon's base power was higher than that of [Blood Swordmaster], and yet in each clash of swords, it never had the upper hand.

With her superb sword skills, [Blood Swordmaster] made up for the power gap between the two and even had a slight advantage.

But with the help of the blood mist around her, Bastemon was quickly familiarizing herself with [Blood Swordmaster]'s skills and making immediate adjustments to her sword-wielding techniques.

Although this was very difficult to do and sometimes put her at a disadvantage, every adjustment made her improve by a bit.

[Blood Swordmaster]'s sword skills were inherited from the Brave One Bright. Although she could not surpass her master due to the limitation in wisdom of magical spirits, she could still imitate him to some extent.

No matter how smart Bastemon was, it was impossible for her to learn everything in such a short time.

But even if she only learned a little bit, it would be of great benefit to her.

Because she, in the first place, had completely no idea on how to use a sword!

……

"Even though both are 8-star magical spirits, the difference between [Blood Swordmaster] and [Vampire Count] is like heaven and earth."

As the battle between the two magical spirits progressed further, both sides’ combat power was becoming more and more obvious.

Dark couldn't help recalling the 8-star [Vampire Count] summoned by Vlad the Vampire.

In front of [Blood Swordmaster], [Vampire Count] was like a total greenhorn.

Dark had no doubt that the moment these two magical spirits faced each other, [Vampire Count] would be finished in an instant!

Being in the same situation, not only did Bastemon hold her ground, she was also fighting more and more courageously!

As time passed, the sword fight between the two magical spirits progressively intensified.

However, the masters of the two magical spirits merely watched on without making any other move.

The entire hall seemed to have become their exclusive duel arena.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

All of a sudden, [Blood Swordmaster]'s sword energy inexplicably weakened, and [Bastemon]'s slash firmly struck the [Bloodsucking Sword] on its blade.

[Blood Swordmaster] parried with her sword and was forcibly pushed a step back.

Upon glimpsing an opportunity, [Bastemon] was hit by a flash of inspiration. With uninterrupted momentum, she promptly swung out the second consecutive slash of [Fury Cutter]!

At this moment, her basic attack had increased by 50%, rising by a full 1700 points!

Thereby, the attack power of Bastemon's full-strength slash soared up to a massive 8000 points!

The slash that carried with it a surging tide of blood cut down like a gust of wind.

[Blood Swordmaster] hurriedly raised her sword, but the second parry she did in haste could hardly deflect the force of the blow.

Clank!

The clanging of swords instantly rang.

As [Blood Swordmaster] felt a force twice as strong as her own slamming into her sword, [Bloodsucking Sword] was pushed aside by the impact, leaving her chest wide open.

Thereupon, Bastemon's follow-up third slash tore her armor.

……

The tide of the battle abruptly changed.

……

Although Bastemon's third slash wasn't buffed by any ultimate, it still unleashed an attack power of 6300, causing a relatively fatal blow to [Blood Swordmaster].

[Blood Swordmaster]'s eyes flickered, but the half of her face hidden under the mask showed no expression.

Bastemon's fourth slash swung down from above, the blade casting a thin reflection on her face as it rapidly approached.

But at that moment, Bastemon suddenly stopped her slash.

With a solemn gaze, she stared at [Blood Swordmaster]'s face and slowly put away her sword.

But just as the reflection of the blade was about to leave, Ophelia Bullard, who had been silently watching, suddenly spoke, "Secret Technique·Seventh Form!"

Upon hearing the command, [Blood Swordmaster] promptly clenched her fingers that had loosened, her collapsed sword intent once again converging. A thick blood-red light emerged from the [Bloodsucking Sword], and the surrounding blood mist was instantly absorbed. Another carving of a strange beast lit up on the blade.

"Secret Technique·Seventh Form!"

A roar with an unusual overtone suddenly burst forth.

With only the last bit of magic energy left, [Blood Swordmaster] unleashed her most terrifying attack thus far.

The strange beast that leaped out from the blade was fierce and horrifying, with two horns on its head. As [Blood Swordmaster] swung the sword, it swelled up with the wind and turned into a ferocious giant beast in the blink of an eye, snapping open its huge mouth to bite at Bastemon.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Bastemon hesitated no more and briskly stabbed out the long sword in her hand.

Pfft!

Just before the giant beast's huge mouth could bite down Bastemon's head, [Blood Swordmaster]'s throat had already been pierced.

With this stab, [Blood Swordmaster]'s meager remaining magic energy immediately fell to 0.

Her mask evaporated into light spots of magic energy, revealing an incredibly gorgeous face. Her tightly closed lips were slightly pursed, curving up in a barely perceptible arc.

This magical spirit, who was jointly crafted by [the Brave One] and the [Blood Princess], instantly turned into light.

……

"Bastemon."

Her master's call prompted Bastemon to step forward as she put away her sword.

She did not forget that she was in the midst of a life-and-death battle, and that she could only last for fifteen minutes.

With crimson light dancing around her body, Bastemon rushed towards Ophelia Bullard.

In an instant, blood-red long hair unfurled and fanned out. As Ophelia Bullard raised her hand, each strand of hair exuded with a blood-red light, shooting towards the charging Bastemon as though possessing consciousness.

But amidst the dancing sword light, the blood-red hair strands were cut off and rained down like withered petals.

Driving straight in, Bastemon pierced through the Blood Princess’ chest with a stab.

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