"Ah…"
Requiem dragged the dead man out of the bushes he hid. As calculated, this one looked human. He could only guess that he should be, unlike those demons earlier. Normally, humans, especially in this time, should not be practising such a technique… but, there are rare cases.
"I believe he must be practising his techniques on live targets. I can only wonder what kind of a monster he could breed with them." Requiem held his chin. Since they do not own the Philosopher's Stone, he guessed they needed to create their own demons for the summoning.
The slaves were most likely tools needed for the process. In the case where they had the power to create something out of nothing, then the slaves would never be needed. Requiem tightened his grasp on his chin, turning to the side. Then again, numerous problems could arise.
For one, there were no telling the terrors that could be birthed from the hearts of man. In this situation, Requiem needed to believe that anything could appear at any moment. He owned a lot of skills now, and had a strong fighting chance, but greater danger existed in the deepest darkness.
"You had summoned that centaur before hand… when questioned, you told us that you are able to summon any demon of your chosen from the depths of the abyss to the limited number of one." A cold gleam flashed in Requiem's gaze, "As far as you can picture its existence, am I right?"
Ryelir looked up to meet Requiem's predatory gaze and she shrunk back. Under his intense gaze she felt completely vulnerable, like her life could slip out of her fingers at any second. She struggled to breath, wondering how a child could exude this much pressure, "Y—you are right…"
"That means if I gathered a great amount of blood, you would be able to summon something that I could consider magnificent, can't you?" He asked calmly, his hair flowing in the wind. Hope flashed in her eyes, and she nodded fiercely, 'What a fool. All these slavers are like primitive barbarians.'
He turned around and dragged the dead body of the man with him, drawing a trail of blood as all the slaves followed, dragging Ryelir along. After a while, they noticed a shadow rushing for them, but before they could unleash arrows, Requiem lifted his hand calmly, "Wait."
The shadow — towering over Requiem with its bulky mass — tumbled over, falling by his feet. A calmness was in his eyes as Requiem glanced down at the man, and the dagger he held. Wounds and blood shrouded his body, his armour ripped apart from strange forces.
"Are those bite marks…?" A murmuring question from one of the slaves caught his attention, and Requiem frowned. The slave in question stepped forth to observe the wounds closely while Requiem remained stoic, 'What kind of trouble had this man gotten into?'
"These markings… its unmistakable!" the slave leapt to his feet, pulling out his blade quickly. The others followed suit, and Requiem narrowed his gaze. He turned to Ryelir who shrunk in his shadow, then his expression twisted, he wanted to smack her across the forest.
"Help…"
Hearing the hoarse voice, its tone cold and lifeless, shivers licked up Requiem's spine. He turned around, and frowned. A massive beast leapt out of the darkness, and Requiem dashed back, grabbing Ryelir with him. The beast crashed upon his former location, it was hideous.
The head of three men, a neck covered in scales, privates dangling from its jaw and rows of teeth that spun around, causing a grinding sound to echo terrifyingly. It was hunched over, and had eleven legs, three human and eight like that of an eagle, each owning fierce talons attached to human fists.
"Interesting…" Requiem looked around, more of these weird creatures gathered around. The five of them looked completely similar to the first who appeared, and they all had their gazed fixated on him. He quickly grabbed Ryelir and slapped his palm against the ground, leaping back.
A fissure appeared on the ground beneath him as he dashed away, and as it exploded to reveal a massive crater, the monster that dashed first was caught within it. The crater sank further, collapsing upon itself after a while and burying the monster under heaps of sand.
One of the slaves took aim with his sword and hurled it at a beast, stabbing into its head. It was stunned for a second, uttering a loud high pitched shriek of pain. Before it could retaliate, a second blade visited its middle head, piercing out through its forehead. The other heads fell right after.
"Shit…" Requiem cursed, turning to the side to meet a talon descending upon him at high speeds, swinging his blade and severing it two halves. He rolled to the side after that, missing the others with mere seconds to spare. As he stood, he threw Ryelir to the side, spinning away from her.
The fire in her eyes flickered and she teared up, and as a talon flew past her, her spirit nearly ran out of her body to the underworld. Before she collapsed and died there and then, she saw Requiem leap forward and grab the head of a demon, watching as it exploded in his grasp.
⦗Killed Jafhert⦘
⦗Earned 50 DP⦘
Requiem narrowed his gaze at the screen, but merely for a split second. The other demon, which he would now call Jafhert turned around and rushed him. He dashed away, then leapt forward, lights flashed as he swung his blade expertly, techniques honed into his body and soul.
The demon was butchered into a dozen fine pieces.
⦗Killed Wormhead⦘
⦗Earned 30 DP⦘
"Huh?" he dashed forward, grabbing the blade in his hands tight with one hand and picking up a bawling Ryelir with the other. He wondered why the names of others had never been recognised but these ones were? Requiem decided to ignore them for now, running deep into the forests.
The others tried to chase him, but his slaves blocked the way, engaging them in combat. After he had 'escaped' into 'enemy territory' with their 'target', Requiem felt his heart beating in his chest like a war drum. He strengthened his will, his eyes as cold as ice.
From here on, it was going to be absolute madness!