Rise Of The Cosmic_Emperor Chapter 222
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Just as it always did, his Bloodline looked Dark but within that Darkness, he had no trouble finding where to go, but even then Tiberius guided him.
Not physically of course, as the Fiend claimed Hal's destination was a part of the Primeval Devil Bloodline he and Myra for not have the guts to go.
Unless they had a death wish.
That said, the Fiend directed Hal's thoughts and led him to where he needed to go which was not hard for Tiberius to do since the part Hal was traveling to was merely the most Malevolent and evil part of it,
It's core.
It was a part Hal had never been able to explore either in his quest for the Prime Devil Armament.
He continued to follow the Fiend's instructions completely on account that he was in a hurry and needed to get it over with soon.
He was trying to time it with the advancement of his Bloodline and hence the advancement of his Devil form to the Mid-World Devil Form from which he would experience increased resiliency and a better grasp on his Devil energy.
The journey was not long and once at the core, Tiberius showed absolute Deference before his guidance left Hal and left him to face the core on his own.
At first, Hal stood and watched the core which was a Darker side of Black than the rest of the Darkness of his Bloodline, and also contained Blue streaks that Hal knew had nothing to do with him.
Tiberius had said Hal should go with his instincts which translated to the Fiend having no idea what to do going forward.
Luckily Hal did and it was not to sit around and stare at something that was his birthright.
Consequences be damned!
He thrust his hand into the core but so thick was its Darkness that Hal's hand barely went past a few inches into it.
But that was enough.
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He smiled and made to pull out his hand when the whole area around him cleared up and left the core as the only Dark presence in that area.
With the clarity came the sounds of footsteps and when Hal looked towards It, he saw a female figure standing there but its face was shrouded.
"Well done" said the figure in an enchanting voice before everything returned to the way it was.
Hal did not know if the clarity and figure had been real (as real as it can be in his Bloodline) or were a mere vision.
He did not know if the figure that just spoke (if it could even be called speaking) was a mere imprint of inheritance or the real deal.
He did, however, know that the Devil Queen had been responsible and it annoyed him.
"Talking as though I'm trying to make you proud *snort* your Bloodline is just kind of cool.
I'm using you, Dimwit." He snorted again for good measure before turning away and heading back to the outside.
He was long gone before the figure materialized again and this time, lips could be observed smiling,
"Okay then, Use me" The figure said and chuckled before dematerializing again.
...
On the Outside...
Arya's Pentagram continued to spin and the slowing of its pace was a sign that it was just about ready when...
*Boom*
A mild explosion emanated from Hal's Body and with it came the release of Devil Energy just as Hal's skin turned Crimson and was marred by black lines.
Two black horns grew out of his forehead and stopped at six inches in length looking wickedly sinister with their pointy tips.
Hal's hair lengthened past his shoulders but stopped growing before they reached the middle of his back.
Out of his back extended large bat-like wings of crimson color and deep black veins.
He had achieved the Mid-World Devil form and the strength and purity of his Bloodline had increased.
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He opened his eyes and they were Dark and releasing bursts of fog of the same color.
He looked incredibly malevolent as he stood to his feet and his wings flapped.
The strange thing was, his ladies felt he was still much more than just good-looking and they were right.
If anyone could pull off horns on his head, a crimson complexion and large Bat-like wings, it was Hal.
The Mid-World Devil Form made him look like the Devil he was.
"Melinda, Emily. Charge up your strongest attacks and Melinda I am referring to your holy flames.
We're going to time those attacks of yours.
Once Arya stops and is about to absorb the essence, the Pentagram's sacred nature will also be put on hold on account of its main job being complete.
Also, it was never an infinite ability in the first place.
Anyway, once she is about to begin absorbing, that is when you attack.
It will disorient her and open up for me to step in.
I'll take it from there"
All this Hal said without taking his Dark eyes off Arya.
Emily seemed to suddenly note something from those words,
"What do you mean you will take it from there?" She demanded.
Hal smiled and turned to stroke her cheek with his crimson hand,
"I'm going to face her alone" he said.
"That's insane" Melinda interjected and Rita who was away from them and had heard agreed. So did the ladies.
As well as the Great family heads, Karon and Olivia who were standing on the Plebeian hill.
The only one whose expression was full of confidence for her master was Sassy.
And Maybe Marla.
Emily took a deep breath,
"Hal, even without absorbing all that essence, she is still at the cosmic pagoda Realm. That's not a gap you can cross with your cosmic Armament Realm cultivation and fancy skin" she cautioned.
"I know and I don't plan to rely on my cultivation and 'fancy skin'. The skin is just a distraction.
Don't worry, you'll understand once it begins." Hal said with another chuckle.
Then he bent and kissed both of their lips. He blew a kiss to the rest of his women and stroked Sassy's head once she slithered to him in barely a second, he promised to feed her later and faced Arya whose Pentagram was slowing.
"Get ready. It's almost time" he called.
Arya's eyes which had been closed in confidence that she was safe and also to savor her success opened up and she smiled and looked at them.
Or at least she did until she noticed Hal's transformation and her eyes narrowed in cautiousness.
She opened her mouth to speak as her absorption was about to begin but Hal had no interest in listening to her words as he yelled,
"Now!"
*Boommm*
*Booommm*
The two ladies let loose their attacks and it went straight towards the tendril that was about to connect with her back and feed her the refined essence.
The reason why Hal only asked those two was that, First, only Emily had the Cultivation that could actually have an effect on Arya.
And second, Melinda's holy flames were the perfect nemesis for Arya's pseudo-Demonic nature.
Emily tossed a cosmic Aurora attack to the tendril and blasted it into two parts.
It was about to stitch back up when Melinda's Holy flames hit the tendril right at the point it connected to the Pentagram.
Not only did it caused separation, but it also burnt the point of connection slowing down the rate at which they would stitch back together.
Arya groaned and made to retaliate but Hal was already there and striking her with a Cosmic attack infused with Lust flames, Blood Energy and Devil energy.
*Bang*
"Triple combo!"
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