Chapter 18 - Black Thunderbolt (II)
BOOOOMM!!!
A terrifying boom sound—one that was a hundred times louder than a thousand lightning bolts striking out at once, suddenly rang out, accompanying a blinding black radiance that emanated like a vast flood of light from a continuously pealing large sphere that was attached to by a dozen other smaller spheres that also loudly rumbled.
These spheres—the smaller ones, had thick lines of lightning crackling all over them. Despite their thinness, they boomed loudly, invoking the definite feeling that they could crush massive, towering structures to pieces if struck by them. While the central one—which had a radius of six feet, was connected to by the other miniature spheres by loudly buzzing and pulsating lines of electricity.
This fearsome and dreadful lightning sphere, which continuously emitted an intensely illuminating, ominous dark-black brilliance, had arcs of electricity that were each sixteen-inches thick. They rampaged around its surface, destructively crackling and causing the air to violently distort. Collectively, it simply seemed like the devastating, malevolent artifact of a fiendish, dark-lightning-evoking, berserk sovereign god.
Immediately it weaved itself into existence, it abruptly shot off, streaking through the air at an incredible speed that before Glade could notice that something had surfaced, it had viciously struck the side of a mountain that was more than two thousand meters away.
If not for the deafening boom that suddenly rang out upon its instantaneous manifestation, as well as the intense flash of blinding black luminance that suddenly discharged, dyeing the large pool and immense surrounding earth that he stood on in its jet-black color, he would have absolutely felt that nothing occurred.
"Come on. What is this? I couldn't even see anything. How am I supposed to control something that I will find great difficulty in seeing. I don't even knew the form it appeared in. This is going to be really tough. Ugh!" Glade said and shook his head.
Assuming he knew that this was the lowest of the offensives he could unleash using the Black Lightning Storm Generation, he would be devastatingly shocked. Same also went for the Dragon-Shadow Variant Fire Evocation.
The rampaging, large stream of uncommonly-attributed flame that he discharged, was the lowest and least powerful of the offensives that he could lash out with using the flame-evoking Blessing endowment. They were simply of the lowest tier, and in terms of devastating strength or destructive effectiveness, were insignificant.
After trying again and again and getting the same result in more than nine attempts, he immediately stopped and prepared to head back home—as it was already evening.
He was done for today, with the conclusion for today's training activity being that he failed. He failed in everything. He thought this and dispiritedly shook his head.
"Well, it was a day well spent." Glade said, nodding his head. At least, he could see that his two Blessings were really powerful and tremendously swift, fully built for fast and exceedingly brutal, domineering attacks. The only issue was fine-tuning them for a more precise control.
They were unimaginably and unbelievably wild that he felt taming them to his satisfaction was going to take a pretty long time. Assuming he needed to hit a target that was having his sister in their immediate possession, he would annihilate both his sister and the target. That would definitely be a crime he wouldn't ever forgive himself for.
As he walked back—after about a hour and forty minutes of walking to the road to stop a passing vehicle that would convey him back to the city, he saw a pregnant woman from afar. She was holding a child and was carrying a large, deep basket that contained numerous fruits in her other hand. They seemed like bountiful, fresh harvests.
The woman was been shouted upon by three tall and fight-scarred, thug-looking males who asked her to drop the basket and money in her hand.
She begged them that she was poor, but she had a really heavy slap immediately land in her face, causing her to instantly fall to the ground. While the child—female child that was with her, was viciously dragged by her long silky hair.
Then they seriously threatened the mother that if she didn't do as they said, they would slit her throat. Once one of them said that, he produced a shiny knife and pressed it against the girl's neck, a wicked glow emitting from his eyes
The pregnant mother immediately dropped all the cash on her. Then she carried the basket and placed it in their front. Then she went on her knees and pleaded with them to release her child. However, she was kicked in the jaw. Then one of them bent down to pick all the money which he stowed away into his pouch.
"Let's go with the girl. She will be trained into a loyal and obedient, docile slave for our master. He will definitely reward us for this. Haha!" One of them suddenly said and laughed. While the others joined him in cackling too.
The pregnant woman, who now had profusely bleeding lips, heard that and immediately went her knees once again, seriously begging them with helpless, hopeless, and sorrowful tears beginning to stream down both sides of her cheeks, in which one of them was intensely red and swollen because she was hit there with a heavy kick.
"Ignore her. Let's go." One of them nonchalantly said.
Then they immediately turned around only to be faced by an angry Glade who stood about seven feet away from them. At the moment, he had a strong, palpable, and tremendously frightening aura of slaughter and savagery beginning to emit from his whole body.
One could somehow see a furiously swirling and violently seething, blood-red mist around him. It enveloped him like a rusty red-colored cocoon that smelled like blood and was exceedingly choking if one appeared within ten feet around him. It was so intense that if one would stood many feet—thirty feet from him, they would be able to feel it, causing their skin to crawl, writhe, and twist, since it was a terrifying, unnatural oddity and fiendish, infernal occurrence.
Then with eyes that shone with a peculiar radiance, absolutely invoking the feeling of dreadful bloodlust and great carnage in anyone if they suddenly made contact with his blood-thirsting and slaughter-imposing eyes, Glade said with a deep, growling voice, a complete change in the way that he usually spoke, "Drop the girl this moment."
The men who were tremendously surprised and alarmed by Glade who was standing far in front of them, immediately dropped the child and pleaded. Then they immediately scattered off in different directions in fear for their lives.
But they couldn't go far when they became suddenly stuck in their running position. All their shadows had surprisingly elongated by many feet, connecting to Glade's mysteriously warping shadow.
Then like a special form of telekinesis that was shadow-based, they were being pulled back by their shadows to where Glade stood like a savage, carnage-thirsting dark god.
Once they arrived before Glade, fully encompassed by the roiling and surging, heavy blood-red misty aura—one that was possibly a hundred times more tempestuous than the most violent seas, Glade moved, under the overpowering influence of the savagery and bloodlust-based Blessings now operating within him.
Shraaaaa!
He tore one into half—from the head down to the waist using only his palms. This caused blood to spill on him. It was however absorbed by the aura that gobbled it all up, leaving nothing behind.
Bang!
He smashed the head of the second one into pieces, causing a fountain of blood to forcefully erupt. This shot towards the sky with great force and fury.
As for the last one, he punched him in the chest—directly at the heart region. His fist unstoppably tore through his chest bones, punching out his heart which erupted from his back as a tremendously forced squirt of crushed, bloodied paste.
He threw the body far away like a ragdoll and turned to face the immensely frightened mother and daughter, the bloodlust aura emitting from him becoming more intense and fierce.