Chapter 620: 620. No One Knew I Can’t Die... Thanks to My Supreme Healing And Regen Scam!

SHLICK!

Her blade carved a deep, jagged trench across his chest, parting armor and flesh alike.

BOOM!

A concussive blast of blood-infused kinetic energy exploded from her palm, slamming into his ribs and shattering what remained of his thoracic structure. The sound was a sickening mixture of breaking porcelain and wet leather.

CRASH!

She spun, her leg connecting with his head in a blindingly fast kick that sent him spinning through the air like a broken doll.

WHAM!

She descended upon him, her blade arcing down in a devastating overhead chop that drove him through the floor and the layers of reinforced concrete and stone. He plummeted down, down, down until he crashed through the ceiling of the lower battlefield.

Rex slammed into the dirt and rubble of the battlefield with a deafening CRUNCH, his body bouncing and rolling until he came to a halt, half buried in the remains of a fallen pillar. He lay there, a broken heap of meat and metal, blood leaking from every orifice, his breath a ragged, wet wheeze.

But she wasn’t done.

Cassandra descended after him, her feet hitting the ground with a force that sent a shockwave of dust and debris rippling outward. She stood over him, her chest heaving, her eyes glowing with a terrifying, blinding light.

The Blood Oath was consuming her, devouring her life force to fuel its ultimate output. She didn’t care.

"I’ll tear you apart!" she shrieked, her voice echoing across the desolate battlefield.

She raised her blade high, the steel humming with a frequency that made the air vibrate and tremble. The void magic and blood authority merged, swirling together into a spiraling vortex of black and crimson that bloomed above her like a dying star.

She was pouring every last drop of her energy into the strike, her own body beginning to rupture under the strain.

"THIS IS THE END!"

With a guttural, bone-shaking scream of absolute fury, she brought the blade down.

KRA BOOOOOM!

The impact was not a strike; it was a detonation. A pillar of black and red light erupted, a massive implosion of energy that swallowed Rex and the surrounding battlefield.

The ground vanished. The air itself was incinerated.

A dome of pure, destructive force expanded outward in a perfect sphere, vaporizing everything in its path.

The explosion roared, a deafening, world-ending sound that drowned out the universe.

When the smoke cleared and the echoes faded, Cassandra was on her knees. Her blade was shattered, pieces of steel embedded in the cratered earth.

She was gasping for air, her lungs burning, her body shaking violently. Blood dripped from her forehead, painting her face in a macabre, streaked mask.

Shards of her own skin were peeling away, burnt by the sheer intensity of the magic she had channeled.

She stared ahead, her vision blurred, her heart hammering against her ribs.

The silence that followed the explosion was heavy, suffocating, and thick with the scent of burnt ozone and copper. Cassandra stared into the crater, her eyes wide, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches.

She had given everything. She had channeled the very essence of her divinity into that single, world-shattering strike.

He should be gone. He should be nothing but a smear of red ash on the blackened earth.

Then, the sound started.

It wasn’t a scream of pain. It was a low, rhythmic vibration that grew into a booming, manic roar of laughter.

"Hah... Hahaha... AHAHAHAHA!"

From the center of the smoking ruin, a hand emerged. It wasn’t just a hand; it was a limb that had been a mere stump seconds ago.

As the armies watched from the ridges, thousands of soldiers, generals, and mages watched in paralyzed horror; they saw the impossible.

The blood that had been sprayed across the battlefield began to defy gravity. The droplets rose from the dirt, swirling like a crimson cyclone.

The severed muscle fibers, the shattered bone fragments, and the torn skin—they all raced back toward the center of the crater, drawn by an invisible, irresistible force.

Squelch. Crack. Pop.

The sounds were visceral, a grotesque symphony of biological reconstruction. In a matter of heartbeats, the massive gashes in his chest knit themselves together with a golden, divine light.

The shattered ribs snapped back into place with the sound of a closing trap. The missing pieces of his left arm didn’t just grow back; they surged into existence, perfect and unblemished.

His Infinite Regeneration and Supreme Healing weren’t just repairing him; they were rewriting his existence. Within seconds, the man who had been a broken heap of meat was once again the towering, muscular titan of perfection.

Even his mask, cracked and scorched, fused back together, seamless and impenetrable once more, hiding the face that had just endured a god’s wrath.

A collective gasp, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror, rippled through the watching armies. They had seen legends, they had seen gods, but they had never seen a man treat death like a minor inconvenience.

Rex stood up in the center of the crater. He didn’t stumble, and he didn’t even limp.

He rose with the grace of a predator. He took a moment to roll his shoulders, the sound of his joints settling like the clicking of heavy machinery.

Then, he looked at Cassandra.

"Is that it?" he called out, his voice booming with a terrifying, effortless strength.

He struck a pose, one hand on his hip, the other resting casually on his chin, looking for all the world like a conqueror surveying a minor puddle. "I was starting to think you were trying to give me a massage, Cassandra!"

"A bit heavy-handed, perhaps, but the technique was... cute."

Cassandra’s jaw dropped. Her hands trembled, her fingers stained with his blood, blood that was now being replaced by fresh, unscarred skin.

"How..." she whispered, her voice a broken wreck of its former self. "How are you... still standing?!"

"Standing? Oh, you sweet bitch, I’m more like thriving actually!" Rex taunted, stepping out of the crater with a swagger that was almost insulting.

He walked toward her, each step heavy and deliberate, radiating an aura of absolute, unshakeable dominance. He stopped just a few feet from her, looking down at her with a smug, condescending tilt of his head.

"You put your whole soul into that little tantrum, and all you managed to do was warm me up."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a mocking, intimate whisper that carried to the furthest reaches of the battlefield. "Tell me, when you’re done crying and whining... do you want to try again?"

"Or should we skip straight to the part where you realize you’re completely out of your league?"

He threw his head back and laughed again, a sound of pure, arrogant triumph, posing amidst the ruins of her greatest effort as if he were standing on a pedestal rather than a battlefield of corpses. He wasn’t just winning; he was making a mockery of the very concept of struggle.

The mockery was the final straw. The sheer, unmitigated disrespect of his casual pose—standing there unblemished and laughing as if her divine fury was nothing more than a summer breeze—snapped the last thread of Cassandra’s sanity.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!"

Her scream wasn’t human; it was a sonic boom of pure, concentrated agony and rage. The air around her ignited.

The blood in the atmosphere didn’t just swirl; it crystallized into jagged, crimson shards that hummed with lethal intent.

FWOOOM!

She vanished. She didn’t just move; she became a streak of violent, red lightning.

BAM! CRACK! THUD!

She descended on him like a falling star. A flurry of blows rained down on Rex, a relentless, staccato rhythm of destruction.

WHAM!

A heavy kick caught him in the solar plexus, sending a shockwave into his lungs.

SHLICK!

Her blade carved a deep, bleeding canyon across his abdomen.

BOOM!

A burst of void energy exploded against his face, shattering his nose and sending teeth flying.

But the horror for Cassandra was the speed of his recovery. It was no longer just healing; it was instantaneous.

As her blade left his skin, the wound was already sealing. As her foot hit his ribs, the bone was already hardening.

Squelch pop!

The sound of his flesh knitting back together was faster than the sound of her strikes.

"Faster, Cassandra!" Rex roared, his voice muffled by the blood he spat out, only for the blood to vanish into his regenerating throat. "You’re losing your rhythm!"

"Is the big, bad queen of demon blood oath getting tired already?!"

KRA KOOM!

She unleashed a massive, rotating cyclone of blood and void, a literal hurricane of gore that hammered Rex into the dirt.

CRUNCH!

His arm snapped, the bone splintering into a dozen pieces. But even as he fell, the sound of "snap, click, zip" echoed as his limb reconstructed itself midair.

"AHAHAHA! That one actually tickled!" Rex yelled, his laughter ringing out through the chaos, more mocking and more insane than before, and he was a man dancing in a storm of his own blood.

Cassandra was panting, her eyes wide and bloodshot, her movements becoming desperate and jagged. She was pouring everything into a final, desperate lunge, her blade glowing with a blinding, violet black light.

She was now a creature of pure instinct, a beast of rage.

"DIE!!!"