Shalltear - Giga Regeneration

“Ah-ha-ha! Haaaa-ha-ha-haaaa-ha-ha! Fireworrrrrrks! So prettyyyyy!” She pointed to the sprays of blood and clapped with a nasty grin on her face.

“Uwaaagh!” The estoc thrust at the same time as the roar pierced Shalltear’s chest and came out her back, about where her heart was. Then it wiggled up and down to widen the wound.

“Go to hell!” Next a broadsword was brought down into her head, cutting it in half and stopping with the blade sticking out from her left eye.

“Keep it up!” A war cry went up mixed with shrieks and howls, and three mercenaries swung their weapons at her.

The swords were swung over and over and over. But even with a broadsword sticking out of her face, Shalltear was unfazed. She didn’t seem to be experiencing the slightest pain and just stood there with that abominable smile on her face.

The mercenaries left their swords, fatigued from the multiple attacks, and continued hitting her with their fists and kicking her, tears streaming down their faces. Even though they were built bigger than her, she didn’t budge an inch and they felt like they were beating on a giant rock.

Shalltear cocked her head at them and began to think. Then, as if she came up with something good, she clapped her hands together. “Haaaaaahhhhhahhhhhhh!” She exhaled as if emitting built-up heat. A stiflingly thick smell of blood swirled through the area.

She leisurely removed the broadsword from her own head. Of course, there was no wound or anything left behind once it was out.

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Volume 3, Chapter 2.3