Creating an invisible field with my Spearmanship and Dao, I readied myself as the formation began sucking the Qi of Heaven and Earth away like a vacuum. Pushing the Crimson Winds to its limit, my skin slowly turned red when thousands of beams of light shot in every direction I could perceive.
DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*
Parrying as many strikes as humanly possible various holes began to form within my body. However, none of them was able to hit any vitals as blood ran from my mouth and nose. Praising and cursing my luck, my body suddenly exploded with black flames showering the entire corridor in flames while my two arms never stopped moving.
"That will not work. I used the blood of a powerful beast to write this formation. You will die today, boy!" Orin bellowed as he charged at me with a sinister gleam.
"AHHHH" Groaning in rage, I clashed with Orin glancing at a ray of demonic emerald light piercing through my arm. Cursing beneath my breath as his scythe pushed back my spear as its tip slashed against my chest through my armor, drawing a pool of blood.
Leaping away, I looked down at the bones visible before fusing my mind into the darkness. This room was far too confined to move around, and every part of this room was connected to this damn formation.
"Who would have thought something like this would have forced my hand," I whispered as my body never stopped flashing as darkness filled my gaze.
I originally wanted to retreat, but something within me refused to do so. Orin could not stop me if I truly wish to, but I did not want to flee. I was a damn Snow. That means nothing in Midgard, but it will one day. I shall not flee. My pride will not allow me to fall to someone I could kill! He was within the threshold of someone a realm I could destroy!
My body was cold as ice and weak as blood began to run from my pores. My Vision was slowly turning blurry, but I refused to fall. My will would not allow me. Lilith was right; I truly am too prideful, and it will be the death of me one day... but not today.
"There is nowhere to flee, Boy. DIE FOR ME!" Orin screeched as he began casting a circle. Watching a large circle envelope his body, I snorted before a burst of cold laughter sounded from me.
"FLee? YOu lost your chance the moment you didn't extinguish my flame." I whispered as the formation covering the camber turned black as night. A sinister light flashed through my eyes as I stopped moving.
"Hu...How" He said in shock as his concentration broke, destroying the circle he was casting. With blood staining my face couldn't help but laugh. Darkness was my strength. It would wither the life force or qi from anything.
Dark demonic scales slowly grew upon my face as my vision slowly began to adapt to my blood loss. However, I could also feel improvement as I gaze at Orin, shivering in bewilderment.
My strength had not increased, but I felt far more comfortable within my skin than ever before.
Feeling the Nine Hells call my name, I pushed Soulforce throughout my body. As if I had only just awakened to the real world, I appeared in front of Orin in an instant. A dark light began to radiate of as my smile turned savage.
"MY TURN!!!!!!!" I bellowed in rage, remembering fleeing like some bitch.
Clenching my fist, it suddenly made contact with his chin as he was blasted through his underground lair like an emerald flash.
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!
However, a frown appeared on my lips as I could feel most of the damage was absorbed by something. Rushing through the man-size hole, I saw Orin push his bloodied body out from the rubble.
His jaw was missing, but he was definitely alive. Gore was streaming from his face, but the man did not even whimper as he screeched like a siren. His eyes radiating a demonic emerald light as black ooze ran from his eyes like a crazed demon.
"What in the world?"
A look of complete insanity filled his gaze as his scythe began to glimmering with the same type of light from his body.
"Six seconds," I muttered as I gripped Dragonsbane. "I need to finish this. My body has lost too much blood."
With loose flesh hanging from his face, I saw a massive emerald qi rise creating a sphere of destruction. A sinister light spiraled towards me, likes a glimmer of light. Raising my palm, a disdain full air flashed.
Pushing my realm from my palm, making it look like a shield. I watched as the sphere of hel vanished. A look of shock appeared within Orin's eyes, turning to horror as my body faded before his eyes. Not taking any chances, a powerful draconic roar sounded as Dragonsbane transformed into a blazing demonic dragon.
An intense heat greater than anything I could use at this moment arose as I felt my arms beginning to burn from its intense power. Pushing the power of Typhoeus to its limit, an erratic gleam filled my eyes as Soulforce enhanced its already insane power.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~" Orin howled as a massive pillar of black flames shot through the ground, storming towards the city above. Lava quickly began to form, storming the very city and underground cavern in black flames. It was not long before the howls of desperate people filled my ears.
"RUN RUN"
"GET TO COVER!!!!! IT'S A SORCERER!!!!"
"TAKE COVER!"
Falling to my knees, sweat and blood ran from my brow before turning to vaper due to the intense flames as I looked up at the hundreds of souls rushing towards me.
"Oh shit," I shouted, "Did I just decimate, fuck my luck!"
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Like a never-ending stream of pure souls, I could feel my wounds being healed at a rapid rate, visible to the naked eye. Pushing my exhausted body up, I halted my step gazing at Orins Sythe, laying along with a peculiar book glimmering with the Norse word "Hel."
Placing them both in the ring of bael, I shot off, leaving the growing pool of lava before the higher-ups of the city appeared. This incident may have just screwed up my cover. Once they learn it was I who...Wait, I have a patsy.
Looking around, I plunged Dragonbane through my chest multiple times as blood oozed from my body, and with a vicious light, I created hundreds of bloody slashes around my face and arms before cutting dep into my carotid artery by my neck.
"This should do it," I whispered, doing a little hobble as I turned to see the lava quickly chasing after me. Nodding my head, I quickly made it to the surface, looking around for that idiot Roald.
"Arsene," Lisa screamed in tears, standing on top of a large building.
Falling to my knees, blood dripped over the floor as I closed my eyes. Pretending to faint as the Lava drew closer. Feeling my skin being seared by the residual flames of Typhoeus, I didn't dare break my cover as I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me.
"Thank God we made it." The familiar voice of Silvia said to my surprise.