Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 658 Unbearable Torment

"Too bad, brother, you can't shield them. I'm fine with aiding you—let me demonstrate it through my power." Butcher declared, attempting to look imposing in the presence of the seven women.

Vritra felt an urge to break his neck right away, yet he restrained himself, since Morgan posed the greater threat at the moment.

"Allow him to attempt it first; I doubt Butcher has what it takes to overcome this fellow." Morgan directed, recognizing that Vritra's power was undoubtedly immense.

He could detect it clearly.

'Does his skill involve sound? Or perhaps it's from another person?' Vritra pondered, as he lifted his gaze and concentrated on Butcher.

'Combine with the Blood Demon Ascension Path! Compel the fusion!' he commanded silently in his thoughts, and briefly, a crimson crystal emerged from his pocket.

Odd designs etched across its surface, and it measured about the size of a fist.

The instant Vritra issued the order, the crystal started to dissolve and seep into his form.

Those identical peculiar designs surfaced across his entire skin, fortunately concealed beneath his attire.

"Brother, time to begin." Butcher announced with a wide grin, then launched a sudden assault.

Aiming his palms at Vritra, intense sonic blasts erupted forth, devastating enough to shatter the earth nearby.

These waves would not only damage the body but also assault the mind with formidable force.

However, to Vritra, they amounted to nothing. Thanks to Evomorph and his elevated spiritual and stamina stats, he wouldn't suffer any harm.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Yet, gripping his head, Vritra winced sharply as a searing feeling coursed through his frame.

It was like his flesh was tearing off, his bloodstream turning scalding and attacking him from within.

His internal organs seemed to compress or dissolve, with the designs infiltrating his skeleton.

The agony was so intense that Vritra nearly blacked out, his complexion draining to pallor while his eyes reddened fiercely.

"Hubby!!" Yasmine cried, nearly dashing to his side. Their hearts twisted seeing Vritra in torment; they failed to comprehend how such an assault could wound him.

Was he faking it? That didn't appear to be the case.

'What? Could a feeble strike like this bring him low? Did I misjudge his capabilities, or did he sustain damage from the earlier clash? He doesn't look like he's acting…' Morgan mused, observing Vritra and his companions' responses closely.

"Hahaha, you're far too feeble, brother—did you rely on allies to eliminate Xander and the rest, or poison to debilitate them? Regardless, let's conclude this fight." Butcher chuckled after a brief halt.

He felt elated; now he could ascend to a prominent position in Morgan's faction and claim some of those women.

It was regrettable to forfeit his stronghold, but the sight of Vritra's women made him willing to sacrifice everything.

Vritra nearly toppled from the agonizing torment. It surpassed the misery of undergoing full-body surgery without painkillers while fully conscious.

Were it not for his unyielding determination, he might have crumpled immediately.

Leaning on the spear for balance, Vritra managed to stay upright.

With a slight cough, he fixed his attention on Butcher.

'L-Let's proceed!'

Clenching his jaw, Vritra activated his boot's power and surged ahead, though his velocity lagged far behind his maximum.

Butcher was taken aback, scrambling to leap away.

SWISH

Sweeping the spear in a wide sweep, Vritra steadied his faltering stance, his motions resembling those of an inebriated person.

Engaging in combat amid such suffering proved exceedingly challenging; he could hardly maintain open eyes.

A minor gash formed on Butcher's torso, yet he countered with a sonic detonation, forcing Vritra backward.

His visage had grown as ashen as parchment.

Nevertheless, he advanced once more, his superior traits still providing an edge.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Yet another horrifying yell burst from Butcher's mouth, as he drew blades from behind and unleashed frantic stabs and slices with full vigor.

His techniques lacked polish and discipline, allowing Vritra to foresee every move.

[Spiritual Burst!]

"Ughh" A mild spiritual surge struck Butcher, causing him to stagger while the spear swiftly carved into his leg.

Naturally, Vritra aimed to prolong the encounter.

"Tch, damn it, you resemble a specter—just perish already, BROTHER!!" Howling like a lunatic, he unleashed a flurry of strikes alongside various sonic barrages against Vritra.

Several blows connected with Vritra's form, though they merely inflicted superficial marks.

These mended rapidly due to Evomorph.

However, from the compelled integration, his vessels kept bursting and epidermis splitting, so he deliberately let Butcher target those spots.

"Perish! With that level of power, you achieve nothing—even if you overcome me, those seven will best you. So permit me to end you!! I'll safeguard your loved ones." Despite Vritra's weakened state, Butcher couldn't finish him off.

Blood soaked Vritra, his frame quivering as he feebly gripped the spear.

Yet Butcher still couldn't triumph; he sensed Morgan's scrutiny and the mounting strain.

To prevail over this opponent was essential, or demise awaited him alone.

Butcher thrust ahead, but the spear materialized abruptly before his vision, nearly blinding one eye.

It carved a lengthy, profound slash along his face.

Though the suffering intensified steadily, Vritra gradually adapted to his plight, rendering his actions erratic.

Until the fusion completed, however, he needed to push his resilience to its limit.

Vritra tormented Butcher in return, inflicting cuts and pierces across his body for vengeance from before.

'Ughhh, forget it!!' Butcher swore inwardly, then pivoted toward Morgan and pleaded softly for aid:

"Sir, I can overpower him, but it'll drag on. W-Why not have them assist me and check if he holds any tricks."

Morgan sighed in exasperation; he couldn't fathom Vritra's affliction, but given his present frailty, the leader viewed him as no danger.

'Time to assess if he's even valuable; I require maximum forces for Riverdel City—that location teems with peril.'

Upon reflection, he signaled the seven men to participate.

The coat-clad figures, moving like automatons, acknowledged and approached, encircling the enfeebled Vritra.

Vritra drew in the chilly atmosphere profoundly; his surroundings blurred into a crimson haze, and he yearned only for rest.

Just moments prior, he lounged in Vanessa's embrace, and now he faced a lethal confrontation.

The path ahead proved utterly capricious.

All seven wielded diverse skills; a swift evaluation revealed them to Vritra.

Two boasted robust defenses, one excelled in swiftness, another manipulated ice, while the last trio commanded potent might abilities.

Morgan had dispatched only those with lesser talents, yet their prowess remained substantial.

They armed themselves with tools like axes, mallets, and daggers.

Following a short hush, they assaulted Vritra simultaneously.

The initial onslaught came from sonic waves, trailed by piercing ice shards directed at his skull and core.

The others struck with tangible armaments, converging from every direction.

Vritra permitted the shards to graze his rear, parried the axes with a spear swing, then propelled himself via a ground kick toward one foe.

[Spiritual Burst!]

[Spiritual Burst!]

[Spiritual Burst!]

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