漂亮的保姆中文版

Back when Eshwar stood in front of the giant monster, shuddering in fear,

A handsome white-haired elven man glared at the huge, suited mannequin figure floating in mid-air with thick black smoke covering it from top to bottom. It had a pair of root-like wings on its back, clawed forearms that reached its knees, and long legs; everything it had was formed from the black smoke it was surrounded in.

'I can't hold back against whatever it is.' Eshwar muttered in his head, gazing up at the huge, black mannequin figure.

The mannequin figure gracefully raised his hand and pointed at Eshwar, who dazed out from the grace the figure excluded, and in an instant, the black smoke seemingly twitched before floating up next to the mannequin's shoulders, circling; soon, 16 circles surrounded the figure, and black spikes protruded out from the circles made from the black smoke.

WHOOOSH

And they began to spin, forming tornadoes that were aimed at Eshwar, and by the next instance, they disappeared.

"!!!" Eshwar's instincts screamed at him to run like never before, and he zoomed towards his right without a second thought; he was so fast that not even his blur was seen as he circled around the hall, but even then,

BOOM!!!

Loads and loads of ear-deafening "BOOMS" resounded right behind him. He slightly increased the area of his senses using the aether and noticed that he was barely, by a metre distance, dodging tornado-ed black spikes that were sucking him in from their spinning force.

'Frost Phoenix!' He muttered in his mind, and the air next to the mannequin began to chill, turning visibly white, and with a loud creaking sound, two massive phoenix-like birds materialised and shot towards it, but the mannequin didn't even glance at it as the black smoke moved towards the massive birds and devoured them until there was nothing left, and Eshwar's attack, which took a second to materialize, was devoured before the next second even passed.

'That's... impossible." Eshwar half thought, and half mumbled out loud, involuntarily. Not once had he ever seen something like that. And though it was unintentional, Eshwar still spoke out loud, enraging the mannequin.

BOOM!!!

'F**k!!' Eshwar cursed inwardly and paced up with great difficulty, clenching his teeth.

'Dwarven Sword!' He mumbled inwardly, and again the air chilled in front of the mannequin, but this time the smoke zoomed towards the chilling air and devoured it before the technique was even complete.

'Sh*t, it is sentient.' He cursed inwardly.

He then willed for a sword to materialize, and a light, blue-coloured katana materialised in his right hand. And 'Ah right, that won't work with this.' He realised, and took a katana from his subspace, jumped into the air, made a sheathing motion,

'Snowflakes.' He mumbled, stood on it, leaned forward, and

Disappeared.

SWISH

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and reappeared behind the mannequin's neck as the katana he held shattered into a million pieces,

TING

"Of course, it didn't work." Eshwar mumbled in irritation without even looking back since he knew that his slash didn't work on the mannequin as soon as the "ting" sound sounded.

WHOOOSH

And in an instant, the roots on its root-like wings shot out towards Eshwar's turned back,

SPLURT

At the last moment, Eshwar disappeared from there and reappeared back on the ground, 'Damn, I can't believe I got careless.' He thought when he noticed the fist-sized, inch-deep hole on his back. He was a split millisecond away from death, and he only realised that after he survived it.

'It devours everything that seems troublesome and shuts off things that seem dangerous. What should I, !!!!' A cue of death rang in his mind as his body and instincts screamed at him to move and

'BLINK!!'

BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

A massive, at least 100-meter-radius crater appeared in the spot where Eshwar stood previously. The black smoke spikes that had been shooting out at him from the beginning were slowly reforming behind his back after they hit the ground, and now, suddenly attacked him after regrouping in one place, after the mana in them concentrated before overloading in a split second and causing a massive explosion, and the crater was the result of it.

And Eshwar, who had reappeared at least 500 metres away from the explosion, dodged the black smoke spikes that were still being thrown at him, relentlessly. There was no time for him to think, not even a second for him to even take a breather as the bombardment of the spikes continued, while the black mannequin figure moved its faceless head everywhere Eshwar was, as if it were gazing at him even without any eyes or even eye sockets.

"?£#@#!?$¥#&?" Eshwar suddenly roared indescribable words that made absolutely no sound, but in that instance, the black smoke stopped whatever it was doing and zoomed towards the mannequin figure, covering and shielding it completely.

DHOOOOOMB!!

In an instant, a loud implosion, from the shielded mannequin, reverberated throughout the kilometres-wide room as a violent tremor cruised through it. Eshwar was flung to the other side of the room, hitting his back before slumping down on the ground, after a few metres wide crater formed on the wall from the impact between the wall and Eshwar.

MMMMMMMB

A sound that seemed to be the reverse of the implosion just now rang out from the covered mannequin figure and,

BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGH!!!" Eshwar screamed in agony when the attack he initiated just now came back at him in full force. His skeletal structure, muscle structure, and everything in his body jerked and misplaced to the sides, making him wail in an unbearable amount of pain.

The technique he had just used was "Planetary Devastation," which was the technique he would use to destroy the planet in space while staying on Earth, but for whatever reason, his voice would never come out when he used that technique, and now he had just experienced a force that could absolutely destroy a planet—A PLANET! So how in the hell did his body not explode into trillions of pieces? I have absolutely no idea; maybe because he wasn't as strong as he was in the past, so the skill reduced to his current level, and because the technique worked according to the selected target's mass. Eshwar was now weak, much weaker than he was in the past, and his mass definitely won't ever be matched to that of a planet's.

His eyes, nose, ears, mouth, fingertips, and toe tips bled profusely, together with the other holes that are not mentioned; everything in his body was a mess; even a sudden involuntarily twitch in his body made him wail in pain, and his regeneration rate didn't make it any easier for him because everything was healing, was being re-adjusted, and was being replaced, inwardly, making him feel a pain that he never, not once in his life, expected to feel.

'I can't! I don't want to! Stop! ....' He pleaded his body to stop healing, at least until he wasn't in any more pain, but no, it didn't listen and continued to heal, until his entire body was numb from the pain, and he felt like he would die just from the amount of pain he was experiencing.

THWAK

"Ukhh!!?" His lower jaw abruptly broke, snapping his body into consciousness and making him go through the pain again. His blood filled gaze snapped towards the direction from which he felt his lower jaw snapping and he noticed a small fist-sized blob of thick black smoke floating next to him and shuddered in fear because there was absolutely no rule why his opponent shouldn't kill Eshwar right now, and by the looks of it, the mannequin figure would make sure he would die a very painful death.