My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind-Chapter 58: Hunting The Voidlings, And The Divine Construct’s Efficiency

Chapter 58: Hunting The Voidlings, And The Divine Construct’s Efficiency

The clearing was stained with movement and the scent of ruptured essence, as fractured limbs and twitching nerves of the Voidling’s massive body dragged along the dust-streaked terrain.

The creature’s form was a conjoined monstrosity of torsos, arms, tendons, and eyes—stitched together in no discernible pattern, crawling over itself in confusion and instinct.

Its head rotated too far along its spine, lips peeling back to reveal humanlike teeth in rows.

Kivas stood centered beneath the fractured sunlight, her eyes sharp with focus. One hand gripped the hilt of her newly soul-bound weapon—Royal Valor, now glowing faintly with energy drawn from her core.

The sheath shimmered with its crystal lattice, slowly rotating in her other hand, weightless and hovering.

Royal Valor, the newly appraised Curio weapon that Kivas acquired back then, was an Exotic Tier object.

Its blade housed a condensed energy reactor that generated energy over time, which Kivas could channel to replace the consumption of Hemo Psyche or Mana Psyche during combat. At the same time, its sheath possessed its own separate function.

The clustered crystals embedded across it were telekinetically linked to her grasp as long as any part of the blade and sheath was touching the owner.

By channeling focus through the base of the sheath, Kivas could manipulate those shards into various forms—defensive barriers, orbiting blades, or weapons of mass compression.

Each crystal regenerated over time when damaged, and with enough stored energy, she could multiply their number.

Now, with her Frugal Vow skill amplifying the quality of her equipped weaponry, the effect of Royal Valor was nearly doubled in both attack and manipulation.

"This is certainly a brand new experience," Kivas grinned.

"You can do it, darling!" Samael shouted from above, sitting on a thick branch of a tree. "I’ll kill it in one swoop if it ever get hold of an advantage of you!"

The Voidling flailed as it tried to reassemble a clearer shape from its tangled limbs. Its voices echoed from mismatched mouths, some begging, others snarling.

Kivas flicked her wrist, and the sheath’s crystal lattice dispersed in sharp formation—fourteen pieces forming a halo around her body. The energy along the blade of Royal Valor pulsed with stored potential.

"You can stop now!" One of the mouths muttered. "I understand. I understand my mistake. You may cease this violence, cease this injustice!"

Samael observed from a branch above the treeline, legs crossed, one arm braced casually on her bent knee.

"The two of you are equal, and as long as you don’t try to escape, it will always be a fair and balanced fight," she said so casually, knowing the fact that it wasn’t fair in the slightest.

The Voidling would end up dead regardless.

The amalgam twisted again, pulling an arm free from the knot of its shoulder.

The limb bent unnaturally and detached, dragging itself away in a crawl of fingers and twitching muscles.

One of Samael’s Limbo Tier Constructs blinked into motion, its cracked horn glinting beneath the forest canopy as it sped up.

The construct dropped from a higher ridge without a sound, landed beside the living limb, grabbed it in one seamless gesture, and hurled it back toward Kivas in a spiraling arc.

The flying limb spun, trailing viscera like thread.

Kivas rotated her sheath midair. The floating crystals compressed and whirled in a tightening ring, spinning faster, blurring into a high-speed saw configuration.

The limb collided with the rotating barrier and shredded instantly, broken apart in mid-air, reduced to meat and nullified spirit.

"I told you to be brave and fight the angel right in front of you," Samael mocked.

The Voidling howled. Its many mouths opened, some screaming, some sobbing, some chanting. "I only prey on the weak. I avoid those who can resist. That is harmony. That is peace. That is survival! A survival for the peaceful and gentle! Please, I don’t want to fight any of you!"

"That’s not peace," Kivas said, eyes cold. "That’s cowardice with a poetic excuse... I I happened to be weaker than I am, you would justify killing me because it is your personal rule of survival."

"You’re cruel," it wept. "Both of you. Cruel and relentless."

One of its mouths cracked open wider than the others, bulging at the edges, then released a dense stream of green-black acid, aimed directly at Kivas’ position.

The liquid shimmered with distortion, capable of corroding both flesh and soul layer.

Kivas narrowed her eyes and sidestepped the initial burst, letting her bare feet slide across the dust.

In the same movement, she raised Royal Valor, its blade already pulsing with unnatural pressure.

She channeled the skill Madness Bolt through the sword’s reactor, redirecting the psychic expense from her own vitals into the artifact.

Energy converged at the tip, then it was released in a concentrated lance of warped cognition.

The bolt struck the Voidling squarely across one of its central heads.

Its shriek became a stagger. Limbs twisted out of sync, eyes blinked erratically, and the flow of acid diverted. The spew lost control, spilling across its own chest and shoulders, burning its surface with its own weapon.

Kivas exhaled slowly, then stepped back, drawing the sword into its sheath.

The moment Royal Valor clicked into place, the sheath’s crystal clusters flared outward, spinning into a larger, intricate shape.

She poured the remainder of the reactor’s stored energy into the configuration, letting it anchor her intention. The crystals reformed into a spinning disc nearly the height of her body, jagged at the edges like the teeth of a colossal grinder.

The saw hovered above her, rotating with increasing velocity.

Kivas lifted it with her will, then hurled it downward.

"Die!"

The construct-formed saw descended in a vertical line, cleaving through the Voidling’s torso from clavicle to hip.

Black fluid spattered across the earth, and a burst of energy ruptured from the impact.

The beast shuddered, then attempted to crawl, its voice reduced to static sobs. Kivas launched another blade formed from the residual crystals, this one smaller and tighter, spinning along a spiral trajectory.

It cut across the remaining limbs, slicing two sets of arms from the central mass.

The Voidling collapsed again, crawling with four remaining legs. Kivas dashed forward and spun once, guiding another saw-form to cut the rear appendages off cleanly.

"No more," one of the mouths whispered. "I surrender. I reject the hunt. I unweave the pattern. I acknowledge extinction. Praise be your conscience and let me breathe air for longer than this feeble endeavor—AAARGH!"

Kivas stabbed Royal Valor directly through its central eye, then rotated the blade before dragging it back out.

The process repeated until a life was snuffed out.

The form writhed, then collapsed entirely, its limbs folding inward and its mouths silent.

Silence took the field.

The dust settled.

The Voidling’s remains dissolved into mist.

"Good work, Celestial Avatar," praised one of the Divine Constructs that popped out of nowhere, just to praise Kivas in place of their Divine Hive. "While the Royal Valor gives you a major advantage, the Voidling you fought will often resort to dirty tricks when it is cornered, and you barely give it a chance to do anything still!"

Speaking of the Divine Constructs, Samael ended up creating another 8 Limbo Tier Divine Constructs, draining whatever the resource that was generated by the Genesis Core embedded to her.

That should make 10 Limbo Tier Divine Constructs in total.

And at the moment, five of them were sent to scout and even explore the landscape of Vaingall. They were almost as smart and conniving as Samael, and possessed all the attributes and skills that Samael possessed because they were using Samael’s Well of the Soul instead of their owns.

This should make the Limbo Tier a great scout or information agent that would wander far away from Samael.

The Divine Constructs could also contribute to the death of a living being with the Well of the Soul, giving Samael the Nightmare to vanquish for attributes.

The demerit was, the efficiency of the Nightmares that they harvested was only 25%. Meaning that sending a Divine Construct to kill something for Samael, would only result in a quarter strength and benefits of attributes that Samael could get when killing the Nightmare in her dream.

This works the same with having two Divine Constructs or more to kill a single being, the 25% extraction works the same unless Samael involved herself directly into the contribution.

But as much of a demerit it was, Samael and the Limbo Tier didn’t see it as a negative at all, hence why the construct didn’t mention it when Samael asked the demerit to become a Divine Hive for these constructs.

But then one might ask, where did the rest 75% go?

Nothing, apparently. Those essences returned to Fathomi, just like when a being with the Well of the Soul died through natural calamity.

When Kivas asked if this was bad for the attributes economy of this world, Samael merely answered that Fathomi would eventually find a way to recycle all of it.

Samael justified the acceptance of this negative aspect because she wasn’t the kind of person who put value on the prey she hunted, nor their attributes.

She valued wisdom and experience more, and the fact that she was able to acquire Nightmares by just letting her Divine Constructs wild in Vaingall was a great perk to have at her current power level.

There was never going to be a shortage of lives in Fathomi.

No matter the amount of murders and massacres happening in this world, Fathomi would replenish it just as much.

That was what Samael taught to Kivas before they started to hunt the Voidlings in Vaingall.

"The fact that our Well of the Soul stayed the same when we went back to the past, should be enough of a motivation for you to become more powerful incrementally," Samael said right after Kivas dueled another Voidling. "Also, what are you doing?"

Kivas was caught licking the bodily liquid that was sprayed onto her hand after she finished her prey. "I felt that at times, seeing blood and viscera became nothing but a hollow decoration, the more I vanquish lives with these hands."

"But why are you licking it?"

"I’m curious, okay? Kivas awkwardly smiled with eyes shut in embarrassment. "Also, I’m quite hungry, so that pushes a dark urge to do something stupid."

"Then just eat the corpse," Samael casually gestured her hand. "Might as well consume the rest now that you have tasted it."

"I’m not a savage brute."

"A non-savage brute won’t just casually lick the blood mixed with the viscera of the prey they hunted, raw."