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Old man Ragnar, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes, replied with a touch of sarcasm, "Lass, after that little escapade out of that blasted tunnel with you, I haven't gone anywhere else."

Pride, her lips pursed in a pout, ignored Ragnar's teasing. Her focus returned to the monstrosity, its regeneration progressing at an alarming rate. She glanced at Penthesilea, still being treated by the medics. No one else here could truly stop that creature.

A spark ignited in Pride's eyes. Except for her, of course!

"Alright," she declared, her voice firm. Ragnar raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What are you planning?"

A confident smile spread across Pride's face, momentarily inflating her non-existent chest. "I'll take care of that giant monster! Consider yourselves lucky!"

Ragnar's southern drawl rumbled with amusement. "Well, alright there, lass. Thanks in advance."

"As you should!" Pride nodded curtly. Without further delay, she began channeling her mana. A complex web of enchantments wove through her body, pushing her physical prowess far beyond human limitations.

Usually, she couldn't muster this much spell power because her mana reserve was small. She had slightly more mana reserve than Greed, the weakest of the witches. That's why she often resorted to blood magic, converting her blood into mana. If not overused, this method allowed her to replenish her blood without significant drawbacks.

But this time was different. She had a supplement that completely negated all the drawbacks!

A box of Chromatic Philosopher's Stone!

She had snatched it from that yellow iguana when little Sylvana visited her. She had seen the fat yellow iguana munching on the Chromatic Philosopher's Stone, and it had pained her deeply. She felt not just jealousy but profound sorrow at the loss. This was a Philosopher's Stone, a Chromatic one with a higher mana output than the average red philosopher's stone!

Thinking of the future of the Curtained World, the mage community, and the world itself, she couldn't let that fat yellow iguana devour such a precious magical ingredient. So, she took it from that fat yellow iguana when Sylvana was about to leave.

Now, she was putting all of the Chromatic Philosopher's Stone to good use. One of her prized magical researches was a spell that temporarily expanded her mana reserves.

However, it only increased her maximum mana reserves, not her current mana. This limitation made it less useful unless she had another mana source besides her natural regeneration capabilities.

Pride utilized a quarter of the Chromatic Philosopher's Stone from the box to fill her temporary mana reserves to the brim. Then, she tapped into a spell she couldn't usually use without proper preparation and ritual to supplement her mana reserves.

The Space Magic!

The space around her trembled as it obeyed her command. Pride wove the surrounding space into a fabric-like cloth. The light blue cloth transformed into armor resembling angelic armor, similar to what Michaela wore, complete with six wings made of light blue space energy protruding from her back.

Manifesting a sword in her hand, Pride leaped upward, leaving a trail of light blue space distortion toward the giant monster.

Slash!

The first slash cut through the monster's left arm, its colossal body initially not registering the attack. However, the streak of blue light passed through its arm once more, causing blood to spurt out.

The blue light streaked across the space encompassing the giant monster's arm again.

Agian Agian Agian Agian Agian Agian Agian Agian Agian! and Agian!!

Repeatedly, each pass leaves a trail of destruction. The monster's arm turned into a bloody mess as the cuts were designed with the sole intention of weakening its regenerative power as much as possible.

"What? Why won't my arm regenerate?" Alexander and the giant monster's form uttered with fear and surprise.

Pride's cuts deliberately removed flesh and bone while replacing other parts, intentionally making it difficult for the monster to regenerate. The monster's regenerative ability relied on the subconscious memory of its body. When parts were displaced or replaced, the body needed to register its new status before regenerating.

For instance, if Pride were to cut off its entire arm, the entire arm would attempt to regenerate based on subconscious memory. However, if Pride replaced parts of the arm or rearranged bones and blood vessels, regeneration would not commence until the body acknowledged the changes.

Pride, the one who caused the streak to pass through the sky, turned its arm into a giant pile of bloody mess.

In the sky, the blue light streaked across the clouds as Pride watched the monster below. She needed to ensure that if she were to destroy its vital parts, the monster wouldn't have enough power to regenerate them, such as its heart or head.

"Still... it's not enough," Pride muttered as she streaked across the sky. Then, she increased the length of her space blade to 8 meters and used more of the Chromatic Philosopher's Stone to fuel her new round of attacks.

Pride looked at the monster, her insignia activated, and she cast the mapping spell. Quickly, she mapped out several paths for her cuts in a split second and programmed her muscle memory with the Momotaro sword art she had learned.

In other words, she was going all out with this round of attack! The giant monster needed to die before it reached the US army camp.

With everything ready, Pride immediately felt the drain on her temporary reserves from this round of preparation. Then, she unleashed all of her prepared spells, including increasing the speed of her space flight spell to 0.01% of the speed of light.

Everything slowed down: the monster's movements, the environment around them, even Pride's rush towards the monster—all within the scope of her scrutiny. This was how she perceived the world as all her spells took effect, streaking past the monster, cutting at its vital organs, penetrating its large body, and ultimately destroying it.

For Pride, the process unfolded smoothly and almost automatically as each spell executed its intended purpose, systematically slashing and destroying the giant monster's vital organs: heart obliterated, arteries severed, blood veins mangled, liver demolished, lungs ruptured, bones cracked, and chest split open.

The unmistakable scent of burnt flesh, searing hot as the monster's body charred to a crisp, filled the air as it burst open, revealing burns along each of Pride's cuts on its body.

To Pride, it felt like a controlled, deliberate dance, unhurried and precise. But to everyone else, it was a blur—a flash of light blue streaking past the monster from varied angles.

In an instant, the monster's upper torso erupted, slashed, mangled, and void of all vital organs. This entire sequence unfolded so rapidly that onlookers couldn't comprehend what had occurred.

Despite reaching speeds of 0.01% of light, Pride experienced none of the expected drawbacks. No sonic boom, no scorching heat generated by air resistance, no crushing G-forces. Her Space Magic acted as a buffer, separating her from the harsh realities of high-velocity movement.

In layman's terms, she wasn't moving through space; but space itself that was warping around her and moving instead of her.

Essentially, the environment didn't register Pride's presence as she moved within a separate space created by her magic.

Only her space blade materialized in real space, igniting the atmosphere instantaneously as it cut through flesh and destroyed vital organs.

This explained why the monster's chest burst open and why its flesh cooked and charred at the site of each cut.

Though Pride could potentially accelerate to the speed of light or beyond, the immense mana energy required was prohibitive. Even with her current speed, she felt a twinge of regret for depleting the reserves of the chromatic Philosopher's stone.

The monster let out a final thundering roar as its upper torso engulfed in flames collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Pride descended gracefully, dematerializing her armor as she savored her perfect victory over the giant beast.

"Hmph! How'd you like that, gramps?" Pride boasted with a smug grin, basking in Ragnar applause.

"Well done, lass!" Ragnar boomed, his applause echoing across the battlefield. A moment later, his booming voice softened with concern. "But are you certain you're alright? That was a potent cocktail of enhancement spells you used. Body enhancement magic is a powerful tool, but relying solely on it without building your base physical strength can be detrimental in the long run."

Pride, still basking in the afterglow of victory, brushed off his concerns with a confident wave. "Don't fret, old man. I can handle it."

A mocking voice sliced through the air. "Oh, isn't that rich coming from you? The very reason your chest remains flat!" Pride whipped around, her gaze landing on Lust. Greed trailed close behind her friend, acting as Lust's reluctant guardian, yes, she's here to prevent Lust from doing something stupid.

"Wha... What did you just say, you cow?!" Pride sputtered, her anger sparked by Lust's nonchalant jab. Lust, despite the insult she took, couldn't help but take a sliver of pride in Lust's words, considering them a compliment – a validation of her alluring figure.

Lust met her gaze with an unbothered smirk. "Thankyou for your compliment, Pride. Are you jealous?" she teased.