Glancing back at the dwarves in the distance, I smiled; there were naive fools. Whether they died now or later, I still benefited. I had Dragonsbane, who had evolved, but it still needed to be enchanted, and I know for such that Norse Gods were the most adept in runes.

Licking my lips, I turned to the city about a few days away. My body cultivation was improving like crazy, but I had yet been able to breakthrough. It seems that the Nine Hells of the Abyss is more challenging than it appears. I guess I need to go hunting.

"Arsene? Arsene? Can you hear me?" A powerful voice sounded deep within my head. beaming in joy, I smiled, "Lilith."

"Thank the Stars, where are you?" she called out as I felt the connection between us grow stronger.

"Midgard, near a city called Hallr," I said with a smile.

"Do not enter! If they find out you're a sorcerer, they will kill you, Arsene," Lilith warned in a hurried tone, "I can't hold this connection for long but do not use Qi. The outer rim of Midgard only belive in Body Cultivation. There are a bunch of backwater idiots that will not hesitate to kill sorcerers."

"Where are you," I asked aloud.

"Heading to you, I will arrive in a few weeks if not a few months. Once I enter Midgard, you will feel me." She said before I felt the connection cut.

Touching my empty heart, I sighed, "No Qi of Heaven and Earth, that will explain why everyone I fought has just been using their bodies. So everyone in Midgard are body cultivators...but that doesn't sound right. What of those strange tattoos? Whatever, for now, it looks like I will begin my hunt in this forest.

Finding a secluded region, I carved a masked out of the trees around me. This realm was insanely powerful, I had noticed earlier, but aside from the massive pure qi, their resources were insane. Just a normal tree was terrifyingly hard to carve, taking me a few hours merely to cut a large branch. At the same time, taking another few hours to create a poor imitation wolf mask that blocked my upper face. Donning it, I waited for night to descend. Wandering mindlessly through the Forest of Hallr, I suddenly frowned at the bright lights in the distance.

Blending into the darkness, I leaped on top of a giant tree. Deep in the darkness, hidden from the gazes of the City of Hallr, stood a large base filled with men dressed in animal coats. Their bodies all reading an abnormal vital qi.

Comparing it to mine, I smile as they seem around my level. Circling their base like a demonic serpent, I smiled as I licked my lips, "Looks like mother bless me with her blessing of Eternal Night. My luck has been quite good recently...I hope it stays like that. "

Like a ghost, I hid in the shadows of darkness, avoiding the lanterns that covered the little fortress in light. Sneaking into the base, I suddenly stopped as I felt a gaze turn in my direction. Looking at the man in golden wolf furs, I grinned, stepping out of the darkness with a hint of surprise. He may have been the first person to sense my presence.

"Who are you?!" he demanded in an icy tone, but my mouth didn't open as my teeth flashed with the moonlit night.

Shooting towards the man in golden furs, I watched as a long bastard sword flew from his waist as our blades clashed.

DING!!!

Pushing me back a few meters, I licked my lips, skidding backward, imagining his soul. I could see his body pulsing with a fiendish Aura as he roared, "INTRUDER!!! INTRUDER!!! INTRUDER!!!INTRUDER!!!"

Quickly glancing around, I leaped aways as a dozen or so arrows shot towards me, destroying the pavement as they missed their targets. Rushing in the direction everyone was shooting at, I appeared in a flash of demonic light. Dragonsbanes already glimmering, severing their heads in a blur of spear light.

Dropping to my knee in a hurry, I drew a deep breath as a long bastard sword swung past my head, skimming a few strands of hair off my skull. Not one to stop, Dragonsbane flashed, employing the Concept of Chaos. I became wild as a beast. Spark began to fly as I gazed at the golden man parrying the best he could

"Who are you?" he bellowed, "Did they send you?"

Moving like a cold serpent, dragons bane slashed deep into his shoulder as the golden man gritted his teeth, eyeing me with malice. Losing concentration within a battle is never a good thing.

"Captain Roald" Called a dozen or so men in a panic as I saw a few hundred men trying to surround me. Realizing I could be traped, I charged towards their Captain, kicking the back of his blade before he could swing, propelling me up into the air.

Landing on top of the fort's walls, I ran to the tower in the distance. Stabbing Dragonsbane through the door, blood began to run hot as I pushed the door open as a man laid still with a massive spear-like wound gushing blood from his neck.

Looking at his bow, I gripped it along with the arrows that laid on his back. I usually made Qi arrows, but when in Rome.

Taking a deep breath, I felt my heart beating like drums as a wave of Arrows flew through the entrance I just came through. Moving like a ray of black light, I ran up the tower to the window, having a clear view of the fort. Releasing over twenty arrows in a few seconds, I felt a rush of souls fill my body.

"170 souls collected," I whispered as I felt the ring of bael and the mark of sacrilege pulse with power. I did not know what they meant, but I smiled as a demonic sound tried to take over. I could feel my mind falling into sin once more, and I loved it.

With an eagle view, I leaped over the insanely tall tower twirling Dragonsbane as I blocked arrows raining over me like a storm of death. A bad decision as a few arrows pierced into my arms and legs, none of them hitting any major organs, but it still hurt like hell.

Falling to the ground like a demonic star, I licked my bloodied hands as I felt a piercing set of eyes. "You are surrounded; give up,"

"Roald, is it? I am having the most fun I have ever had. Do not disappoint me," I yelled as I shot forward, ignoring the incoming rain of arrows along with my bleeding body.

Gaining insight after insight into the art of war and chaos, my Spearmanship began to evolve as I arrived before the young captain surrounded by over thirty soldiers. A maddening look gleaming from my eyes as my stomach began to growl and a few arrows sticking out my body.

With a profound light, Dragonsbane shot forward, vanishing like the wind. Not just fusing the concept of wind and darkness to my blade, I had it fill my body as I twirled it around every attack that came my way.

My left eye began to burn as the world turn into a frozen field of crimson. No more would arrow fill holes into my body as I moved with ease around them. Darkness was everywhere; I could see the flow of everything while the winds gave me the flexibility of the very air around me.

Like a leaf in the winds, I traveled the battlefield spilling blood—my left arm severing life while my right arm that held Dragonsbane plundering it. With a demonic laugh, I turned to the only one alive. Devils grew in contracts and absorbing souls, but demons grew through battle.

Their talent was embedded into the concept of war. The more they fought, the more their power would grow. While they were not as overpowered as Devils. Their battle prowess allowed them to fight evenly with most devils.

"Roald, are you ready?"