Chapter 552: Baby-Headed Serpent Yorgan

"Damn it! I should have thought about this when the Deathlord's physical body emerged!"

'I was too complacent. Far too complacent,' Davey realized.

The Deathlord knew well that the disappearance of her soul and the mere existence of her physical body would bring tremendous repercussions. Thus, she had sealed her body completely by erasing her own existence. That much was undeniable.

However, there was more to it. In reality, several reasons led the Deathlord, Rho Aias, to erase her existence. Davey had seen it clearly—the broken egg amidst the remains of hundreds of children, as if something had emerged from it on its own.

Boom!

Amidst a massive explosion, Davey ascended toward Illyna and confirmed his suspicions. An egg nourished by blood, extracted through cruel methods from an infant not even a year old—the actual body that the Deathlord had sealed, but not erased, for unknown reasons. Yorgan, the serpent with a baby's head, precisely the creature.

"Wahhh!"

Upon spotting Davey, the creature gazed at him with innocent eyes, holding the girl in its mouth without any intention of letting her go.

Without hesitation, Davey swung his arm.

[Devil Ylgr's Crowd Suppression]

[Nutritional Inspection]

Thud!!!

With a tremendous sound, as his strike landed on the creature's lower head, it staggered greatly. Although it appeared to withstand the blow with overwhelming defense and no severe injuries, Davey succeeded in rescuing the blonde girl, Illyna, from its mouth.

"Wahhhhh! Wahhhhh!"

Cradling Illyna in his arms, Davey moved away and clicked his tongue at the sight of the baby-headed serpent, Yorgan, writhing in pain and crying.

'Yes, that's what this creature is. It lacks any awareness of the destruction and torment it causes.'

Its size exceeded Davey's expectations.

"Its growth rate is too fast."

Certainly, this must have been the creature he had initially sensed. However, the egg's size had been no bigger than a human's palm. In a short time, this pure, insane serpent had grown to the size of three or four humans. It likely devoured the Illuminati members put to sleep by Davey's musical performance. Despite the Illuminati's attempts to hatch and tame it, Yorgan was never a monster that could be tamed.

Yet Yorgan wasn't the sole problem. Illyna, who had suffered severe injuries from an ambush before Davey's arrival, was in critical condition. Fortunately, the power of Calderias protected her, preventing Yorgan's sharp teeth from completely piercing her body, but her internal organs and bones were in disarray.

"Davey, heal her. I'll kill that thing." Perserque spoke, drawing the Transcendence's Demise she had received from Davey, then swiftly laying Illyna down without hesitation.

"Just hold on for 30 seconds."

"...I'll try."

It was a monster the Deathlord could not kill but had sealed. Looking at Yorgan now, it seemed rather unremarkable. It was only about two to three times the size of a human, and though bizarre, not particularly threatening in appearance. Yet, the frustrating aspect about Yorgan was its overwhelming growth. It grew in real-time. With a bit of nourishment, it would grow immensely.

When the Deathlord sealed this monster, Yorgan was a snake of despair, kilometers in length. And as it grew larger, it continued to grow stronger by consuming more grudges. As long as living beings and emotions like jealousy or grudges existed, this creature possessed near-immortal regenerative and predatory abilities. A snake that devoured everything in sight. Yorgan's danger wasn't limited to this alone; it possessed venom that could kill a dragon, a significant challenge.

"Damn, she's already been bitten..." He noticed Illyna's arm turning purple and necrotizing, prompting him to hastily tear off her clothing.

Despite exposing her blue undergarments while removing her other attire, Davey had no time for other thoughts. He tied her arms to stop the blood flow and then placed his hand on her abdomen. Under normal circumstances, Illyna would have blushed and panicked, but her expression was now dull and vacant, as if she was half-lost.

"Hold on, don't die. I will save you."

[5th Class Holy Magic]

[Purification]

The purification magic seeped into her body, yet it had no effect. It was, of course, a futile attempt. Davey then summoned more divine power, vigorously accelerating and amplifying the magic.

[8th Level Holy Magic]

[Grand Purification]

Woosh!

A bright and powerful light burst forth, spreading gently, yet its effect was minimal.

"Damn it!"

Davey's visible frustration underscored the dire situation. Had the Yorgan's bite occurred in Heins' domain, there might have been a way to counteract it. Davey's mind churned with turmoil over the venom seemingly thriving within Illyna's body—a venom so dreadful that being bitten was almost certainly fatal.

"Da...vey..." Illyna, staring blankly at the ceiling, began calling his name, though unable to focus properly.

Despite her struggle, she persisted. Davey closed his eyes, contemplating.

Boom! Bang!

The giant baby-headed serpent, Yorgan, relentlessly attacked Perserque, who effortlessly blocked the creature's movements with the Transcendence's Demise, her eyes closed.

"Wahhhhhhh!"

Perserque paid no heed to its desperate cries.

"Da...vey."

Time was fleeting, with only about a minute and a half remaining before the poison would reach her heart, sealing her fate. Despair settled over the realization that neither antidote magic nor his medical expertise proved useful. Some things, no matter how much one knew, were simply impossible.

"No... No..." Illyna stuttered, trying to say something.

"What do you mean 'no'? You're not going to die on my watch, so just stay quiet."

Davey recalled fighting this serpent and preventing poisoning using methods from the Deathlord's memories. But now, he had to devise a different approach. Holy healing magic and medical remedies were ineffective. If it were Divine Hypocria, she might have found a way to extract the venom, or Saint Daphne could have crushed the venom with holy power. Yet, Davey lacked their expertise. He pondered.

"The poison flows through the bloodstream... Bloodstream..."

Realization dawned upon him. Despite not reaching his mentors' heights, Davey wasn't helpless. Combining various abilities learned from different sources, he tore off all of Illyna's clothes except for her blue undergarments.

"I'm sorry, but bear with me a bit longer. I'll give you something to cover up after I'm done detoxifying."

After his reassurance, Davey neatly laid Illyna down, clad only in her blue undergarments. Kneeling over her abdomen, he placed his knees next to her ribs, observing the spreading purple traces over her body. He lightly clapped his hands together. While his mentors excelled in raw talent, Davey, as a versatile learner, compensated for his shortcomings with knowledge from other areas.

'Because this is my vision and my talent. For now...'

[Versha's Curse]

[Bloodstream Slowdown]

His initial move was to employ a perilous curse known as the Bloodstream Slowdown from the Versha's Curse, which drastically reduced the speed of blood flow. This curse held the potential to kill if sustained for more than a few seconds, yet he remained unperturbed as the procedure wouldn't be prolonged. As he invoked the curse, the discoloration of Illyna's body visibly decelerated. However, Davey didn't stop there.

With urgency in his command, he uttered, "Wake up, you lethargic beings."

[5th Circle Magic]

[Transposition]

Elemental mana swirled, crafting a small magic circle around Illyna's back. Davey initiated the infusion of a significant blend of divine and devil mana. He meticulously guided the poison through a delicate interplay of purification and devil mana within the human body. Bringing together his index and middle fingers, he positioned his hand just below her chest, on her abdomen, channeling the dispersed poison into her meridians.

This maneuver, transferring such potent poison into critical meridians, held grave risks and the potential for fatality, demanding unwavering concentration. Davey cautiously initiated the slow movement of the collected poison within the meridians.

[Heavenly Destroyer]

[Lightning Strike]

Though originally an offensive martial art, the skill could be adapted for other uses.

Boom! Bang!

While the intense battle raged between Perserque and Yorgan nearby, Davey maintained his unwavering focus on Illyna.

"Illyna, just hold on a little longer. I will definitely save you," he muttered with determination etched on his face.

Having lost someone before was enough of a painful experience. He was resolute not to repeat the mistakes of his past, whether on Earth or in his childhood. Simultaneously, as his hand movements gradually quickened, the poison started to converge toward his hand, akin to a snake following a predetermined path. The discolored, dead skin began resembling the winding line of a serpent.

Afterward, Davey gently adjusted Illyna's position, settling between her legs and wiping his sweat away briskly. Gathering internal energy in his other hand, he commenced drawing the accumulated poison in two directions. One stream of energy was aimed toward the acupoint below the groin, while the poison itself was drawn upwards.

Sensing a surreal sensation, almost as if his body was being guided, he instinctively maneuvered his hands in a rapid, frenzied manner. Juggling two tasks simultaneously, where losing focus on either could spell disaster, wasn't an easy feat.

[Davey, becoming a hero isn't as straightforward as it may seem.]

[Do you understand? Even if you die and return, reaching this level isn't guaranteed.]

'Yes, becoming a hero is undeniably challenging.'

Almost as if under an external influence, Davey began extracting the poisonous energy through the acupoint. He then directed the remaining energy upwards, compelling her body to expel the poison.

Cough!!! Cough, cough!!!

The result was a success. Illyna expelled black blood and glanced at him with a vacant expression. "Da...vey..."

A brief moment later, as she became aware of her disheveled state, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment.