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Chapter 113: Death Force I
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Ian however had no desire to escape as he hovered high in the air. His face has never been more stern than now as he spelled the incantation for his most powerful spell, "Magic Spam!!!"
It's an actual spell, one that automates the creation of magic spells at an accelerated rate using his infinite life force.
The few moments it took for the spell to take effect was enough for the Hell knights to reach him, their fish-like wings facilitating the process. They were definitely leagues above any of the other demons in here.
Yet Ian just vanished again. All the magical spells already prepared, overwhelming the dark sky; acted on their own, some targetting the still living cannon fodders.
The four Hell knights weren't interested in protecting the bugs as a barrier of hellish flames formed around them, the magic spam barely affecting them, especially with the protection of not only their wings but also their massive javelin.
They flew around, looking about while evading the magic spam. They were seemingly emotionless, perfectly trained killing machines because as Ian appeared next to one of them, already swinging the God killer, the hell knight instantly responded, almost as if he had precognition.
The demon swung his javelin with abnormal swiftness, far surpassing Ian's, deflecting the attack, and all it took was a second for the other hell knights to arrive as if they'd been expecting this beforehand.
Ian's physique was at the very possible peak of humans, but reacting to them was incredibly hard. In fact, it was challenging to react to the cannon fodders let alone these monsters.
Even the lower demon have superhuman physiques, so he naturally had trouble reacting to their speed, but his insane defensive abilities were the core of his survival... Well, not getting hurt to be exact.
Since Ian knows his limits, he was of course prepared as he vanished a moment later, barely evading the incoming hell spear. He was really sure if his magic armor can defend against it, but perhaps God killer can.
It became a game of cat and mouse. Ian was the ghost instead of the opposite, that mouse that can never be caught. He just vanished and appeared again in a nonstop attack sequence.
The hell knights' weapons served well as means of defense as well, especially against something as monstrous as God killer.
There was however something odd Etrigan noticed. Ian was taking this too lightly. He didn't really seem to be going for the kill, but more so taking the situation as a training camp in hell.
Etrigan's crimson eyes could easily detect Ian pushing himself, and he was in constant improvement. It was frightening even to Etrigan's demonic mind.
To the prince of hell, it was like all Ian needed was a long unending fight to the death? A one-sided death, it's almost like charity, kinda.
He was unlocking something or pushing himself to unlock something, 'Is it the vague energy I sense around him? It's very vague, and I can not affect it at all... I first assumed it to be a special kind of life force but...'
Whatever it was, Etrigan wouldn't let Ian be at ease for long as he began approaching the decimated fight zone, a place overwhelmed with hellish fire and magical ice.
'So soon? Fuck, demons are not as charitable as I thought they were.' Ian cursed in his mind, sensing the approaching hell Prince.
'Hm? Wait, isn't this just better charity? Battling the demon prince of hell should help me understand it further. Perhaps even complete it, but to do so would mean letting go of all reservations...'
Ian appeared again, very close to the hell knights. He eyed them, seemingly waiting for them to approach as he murmured, "So be it."
He held the staff with both hands, pumping his life force into it at a rate never done by him before. He squeezed it tightly as it started to shine brilliant gold.
The hell knights were almost near him as the third vessel opened, radiating a holy radiance upon them.
Screeches of pain were the result, followed directly by the staff and the God killer both flying towards the stunned hell knights.
It all happened in a second, not giving anyone a chance to act, especially Etrigan who was stunned feeling the holy energy radiating from the staff. He was most definitely certain that it was angels' energy, light.
"Eldritch blasts!" Ian shouted as he flew directly to one of the remaining hell knights while his magic absolutely annihilated the other one. Its source was his staff as he was able to cast magic through it without touching it since long ago.
The Kryptonian sword appeared in Ian's hand as he sliced the defenseless demon's head off.
The energy of light was so pure and unexpected that it left them defenseless, seemingly offsetting their hellfire, and leaving them paralyzed.
Ian however knew he doesn't have time to even breathe as he found himself faced with another colossal fist. This fist was different though as it was shrouded in a blob of darkness and hellfire.
The most interesting thing about that darkness was its ability to counteract Ian's light. It was a battle of light and darkness, and who's winning was obvious.
As if by instinct, a pair of vast wings flashed around Ian, just in time to protect him from the frightening punch, sending him rumbling on hell's reddish land.
"What are you?!" Etrigan snarled in confusion, his eyes wide at the holy white wings, "You are no Angel. Of that I'm sure, so what the fuck are you?? No, nevermind, it doesn't matter because even if you're the son of God, you will fall today."
He let out a breath of dark fire as his curved sword stirred in dark energy, a magic circle forming around him just as Ian vanished yet again.
"Your measly tricks won't work against me." As he spoke, he opened his mouth wide, aiming at an area close to where Ian vanished.
A blast of darkness erupted from his mouth, followed by a rain of magical arrows blasting from the magical circle. Their target was strangely everything in the surroundings despite Ian not being in sight.
What's even stranger was that Etrigan's move forced him out of his hiding as Ian emerged with his wings enveloping him completely, acting as one of the most unbreakable shields. They aren't Lucifer's wings for nothing.
Ian's quick teleportation works in peculiar ways which Etrigan deciphered to a certain extent. He wasn't observing Ian for so long for nothing. No, he was learning via seeing through all of his moves.
When Ian enters his dimension, he is forced to leave one of the black Rose rings behind, acting as a medium to the world.
That makes the ring an obvious target, so Ian fought that by applying several magical spells to the ring, such as invisibility, stealth, and defensive magic.
Etrigan however was a master of magic. He was the son of Belial himself, and the latter was not only the archduke of hell but also the creator of the Eternity book, one of the most desirable books of magic.
Most interestingly, Belial is the son of Trigon, inheriting many of his powers, especially his authority over darkness, something Etrigan also inherited.
Etrigan instantly emerged above Ian, already swinging down his curved sword, leaving a trail of darkness behind.
Yet Ian vanished again. He certainly didn't react to the attack, he just programmed himself to teleport back into his dimension once he got his ring out of harm's way.
But that is no solution. Ian knew that, so he was never interested in playing a game of cat and mouse... Well, kinda.
He emerged far away, his staff hovering beside him, aimed at Etrigan. Ian's life force was running wild, swiftness has to be his best friend in this situation where even a split second of hesitation can lead to a loss.
So activating the vessels of his staff as fast as possible was something he has to do. He kept reminding himself that a single mistake would lead to him being caught.
He was forcing his mind into thoroughly believing this situation was so much more dangerous than it was.
Who knows though, perhaps the situation is that bad, especially with the mysterious circumstances that led him here.
Flashes of orange lightning sparkled throughout the staff as it vanished, moving at such a speed that it seemed to be ignoring the concept of space.
All of that was done while Ian shrouded himself in his wings, seeking to vanish again... However, "Huh?" He felt it clearly as he dived into his dimension, two of his fingers were missing, and he absolutely had no idea how.