I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 163

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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—Crack!

The whip tore through the spot where I had just been standing. A sharp cracking sound echoed throughout the room.

I straightened my posture and observed Behemoth, who hadn’t moved an inch from her spot.

‘Her personality is the same.’

Even in the game, Behemoth was a boss that tried to maintain as much distance as possible from the player.

It was said that she was being careful not to die so easily since it had been so long since she had been in the human world.

So, she was practically free food for priests who mainly used long-range Divine Spells. You could just maintain a distance and spam Divine Spells, and she would die on her own.

Conversely, the other classes that were forced into close combat had a hard time.

The concept of thoroughly being careful while attacking was faithfully maintained even in the Darkest Light mod, and there weren’t any patterns where she would suddenly rush or cling to the player.

That meant that as long as I maintained a distance, I would have enough time to observe her patterns.

“Are you going to keep running away like a rat? Do you want to get hit even harder?”

As if she was getting more and more relaxed because I had only been maintaining a distance to observe her patterns, her voice and expression were gradually becoming more confident.

A playful smile appeared in her hot pink eyes that were looking at me.

A red aura was starting to emanate from the whip in her hand. It was a weapon that inflicted ‘bleed’, which was one of the status effects in BD4.

Bleed was a status effect that could be inflicted using a special enchantment, a weapon with the bleed attribute, or a specific magic.

Once inflicted with bleed, the player would take damage every time they performed various actions such as running, swinging their weapon, or rolling for 15 seconds, which was the duration of the effect.

That meant that if you stayed still, you wouldn’t take any damage.

Theoretically, if you stood still for 15 seconds, you could end the status effect without taking any damage.

Of course, that was only in theory.

Unless the bleed gauge was triggered by the last remaining enemy dying, the enemies would be hell-bent on killing the player, so how could you possibly stay still? You would just get hit and die.

Especially since the action of drinking a potion was also considered an action that would inflict damage, if you drank an HP recovery potion while inflicted with bleed, you would literally feel like your blood was leaking out.

‘It doesn’t matter to me anyway.’

It was similar to the other status effects. If I was hit by an attack that inflicted bleed, I would die before the gauge was even triggered, so why would I bother caring about it?

“Are you scared because I’m holding a whip? Don’t worry, darling! Look at this! It doesn’t look painful, right?”

Behemoth shortened the whip to the length of her forearm and started hitting herself with it. Her breasts, buttocks, and thighs were wrapped in the whip, making slap slap sounds.

I could also hear lewd moaning sounds. It was the kind of moaning you would hear in a porn video.

The flesh where the whip had hit exploded, and blood flowed out, but it recovered in the blink of an eye, and new flesh grew. It seemed that the recovery also applied to her own attacks.

“What are you doing? You’re not just going to stand there and watch a woman like this, are you?”

Behemoth twisted her body, emphasizing her breasts and buttocks, when I still stood there as if I was rooted to the spot.

Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any lust even though I was facing that violent figure head-on.

It was probably because her figure was too excessive. As the saying went, too much was as bad as too little.

It was even more excessive than Nix, whose body practically looked like it was hanging from her breasts just by looking at the proportions.

“I hate men who make a woman wait when she’s all heated up!”

Behemoth made the first move. Her right hand swung. The black BDSM whip, which had returned to its original length, flew towards me like an arrow.

I swung Wingless Nightmare and deflected the whip.

As soon as I deflected it, the next attack followed. The black whip and Wingless Nightmare collided, making a clinging sound.

I focused on my arms and shoulders.

Since she was a boss that only used her whip from a distance, there were almost no patterns that could be called patterns if I maintained a distance.

That demon also didn’t try to approach the player and only swung her whip from afar. So, I just had to focus on deflecting the whip. It was an easy task.

‘On the beat, off the beat, one beat late, on the beat, on the beat, off the beat, off the beat, off the beat, on the beat, and the last one is also on the beat.’

Of course, that was assuming that I had memorized that trashy pattern where the off-beats and on-beats were randomly mixed, and where there was even an off-beat that was one beat late, not half a beat late.

There was no other way to memorize the timing of that pattern than to get hit and die while practicing.

If I didn’t know?

I would get tricked by the off-beat feints, or I would try to deflect an on-beat as if it was an off-beat and get sent flying like a statue.

“Are you going to keep doing this, darling? Hmm?”

When I deflected all of her attacks without even blinking an eye, Behemoth’s eyes flashed.

The whip split into two and flew towards me at a slightly slower speed than before.

I raised my guard to reduce my battle fatigue and then rolled to the side at the right time. The whip twisted in the air.

That was a grab pattern.

If I had thought it was an easy attack just because it was slow and tried to deflect it, my weapon and arm would have been grabbed and dragged, and my head would have been buried between her breasts.

And my spine would have been broken.

In the game, you would be able to stand up just fine even after being hit by such an attack as long as you had HP remaining, but it wasn’t like that here.

You would either die, or end up in a state that was worse than death.

I took advantage of the gap when the whip was returning and dashed forward. Just like other multi-hit patterns, if you deflected or dodged all of the attacks, a clear opening would appear.

Behemoth, surprised by my sudden approach, raised her whip, but I was faster.

Wingless Nightmare, emitting a faint moonlight, slashed across Behemoth’s side.

“Kyaaaaa!”

An ear-splitting scream erupted.

Behemoth staggered and disappeared from my sight, and then reappeared near the opposite wall. It was teleportation.

If she had used it for attacking, it would have been a troublesome skill, but fortunately, there weren’t any patterns where she used it for attacking.

It seemed that she wasn’t planning on using it for attacking now either.

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

Behemoth, clutching the spot where she had been cut by the sword, struggled.

She shed a few tears, then mumbled something, and then brought her left hand under her chin and spat out a large amount of saliva.

And then, she rubbed her saliva-covered palm against her side.

“You…!”

“You’re making a fuss over just a small cut? You’re such a crybaby.”

I wasn’t being sarcastic. It was my genuine thought.

Compared to her total HP, the damage from a single normal attack wouldn’t be much, but she was crying as if she had lost an arm.

Behemoth glared at me with teary eyes.

“A crybaby?”

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“The identification is complete, Inquisitor.”

Stella, after confirming that all of her battle nuns had completed the ‘heresy identification’, slammed her mace down on the ground.

Red blood, brains, and flesh splattered onto the ground nearby.

In front of her, there were people who were still alive and corpses with their heads exploded in a ratio of about 2 to 1.

To be precise, they weren’t alive, but rather, people whose souls hadn’t been taken by the demon yet. If they prayed to the sun and moon, they wouldn’t be dragged down to hell after they died.

But it was too late for those whose heads had exploded, so they had been dealt with cleanly.

Stella let go of the mace that was covered in all sorts of liquids and chunks and looked at Selene.

Selene was diligently moving her arms in front of a tree a little further away.

“Begin the prayer.”

“Yes, Inquisitor.”

The battle nuns who had bowed their heads towards Stella put down their maces and shields.

Thud, thud sounds were heard consecutively. Holy catalysts were taken out from their waists.

The battle nuns knelt on the ground, wrapped their hands around their holy catalysts, and began to pray.

A brilliant golden sunlight emanated from them, covering the people who were sitting there blankly.

Stella, after confirming that, approached Selene.

“Did you have any success?”

“I obtained the information I wanted.”

Selene, who had been whispering something with her ear near its mouth, stood up. In front of her, a large lump of flesh was wriggling.

It was a demon worshipper whose skin had been completely peeled off from head to toe, whose eyes had been gouged out, whose nose and ears had been cut off, whose teeth had been pulled out, whose gums had been crushed, whose mouth had been ripped open to its ears, and whose muscles had been mostly cut away.

Compared to when it had been brought here, its size had been reduced by half.

What was even more surprising was that it was still conscious despite being in such a state.

It just couldn’t express itself properly since all of its means of expression had been torn away.

“I’m glad you had some success. What did it say?”

“It said that Behemoth has been resurrected.”

“……Tsk, I should have moved a little faster. A demon has been resurrected, should we declare this place a purification zone?”

Stella frowned and looked inside the city.

It was a truly enormous city.

Even if she brought all of the Inquisitors, Interrogators, and their battle nuns, it wouldn’t be enough to completely block off the entire city.

She wanted to request support from the Holy Kingdom, but she wasn’t sure how much help the regular battle nuns would be in a fight against a demon, unlike the elite battle nuns under Stella and Selene.

If Her Holiness the Pope, who was now free thanks to that filthy monster being gone, came to provide support directly, then maybe…

Selene slowly shook her head.

“There won’t be a need for that, Inquisitor. According to what it said, it’s highly likely to be an incomplete resurrection.”

“Well, that makes sense. If the demon had been fully resurrected, there wouldn’t be any people left whose souls haven’t been taken. Then maybe it’ll be enough for us?”

Her green eyes turned towards the people who had collapsed inside the golden radiance.

The fact that so many people were still left whose souls hadn’t been taken meant that the demon’s power was incomplete.

“Then, would you mind going in first and ‘identifying’ the people inside, Inquisitor?”

“Of course. What about you, Interrogator?”

Selene’s purple eyes pointed at the ‘interrogation tools’ that were held in the hands of her battle nuns.

Stella immediately understood what she meant. It meant that she still had some business to take care of with the demon worshipper.

It would be thoroughly tortured until its last breath, and then be thrown into hell with only the dregs of its soul remaining.

Stella was also confident in her ability to torture people, but compared to Selene’s skills, Stella’s skills were like those of a toddler.

Even her own battle nuns were horrified by how cruel and vicious Selene’s heresy interrogation was.

“One person will stay behind and cast a Divine Barrier on the people here, and the rest will follow me. We’ll enter the city.”

Stella, who had placed her mace on her shoulder again, strode through the main gate of the city.

All of the battle nuns except for a few followed behind her.

“You can identify the people all over the city in groups of three. Two of you will stay behind and follow me.”

As soon as the order was given, the battle nuns raised their rapiers vertically in front of their faces or hit their shields with their maces, boosting their morale. And then, they immediately formed groups of three and headed towards various parts of the city.

Stella turned around, leaving only the two people who had been following right behind her.

“Come on, hurry up. We have somewhere else to go.”

“Where are we going?”

One of the battle nuns asked.

Stella replied as if it was obvious.

“The lord’s mansion, of course.”

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