Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 174
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Opening my eyes to the darkness around me, I smiled as I heard the crackle of my chains rubbing against each other. I successfully forced those idiots to sign the Slave Contract, but the Warden had made a surprise visit to the courtyard before becoming outraged at the bloody scene.
Yet things only escalated as I told everyone that I would break out of this hell hole within nine days. Gitting his teeth, the Warden banished me to solitary. However, I quickly ran, bursting into laughter as hundreds of Peak Gate of Truth gave chase like hungry wolves.
Smirking, I laughed aloud at the chase; I was even able to have a conversation with Lilith before they got me covering my entire body with chains.
"Guess it's time; I am finally alone." I lightly said, losing my smile, "It's been so long. I had actually given up on this."
Activating the Demonic Sacerlege Mantra, demonic qi began to fill my body whole. However, I was not done as I pushed Soulforce into my Dantain. Suddenly a massive change occurred as my body began absorbing qi ten times faster than before.
Like a raging river, my body began to shudder at the amount of qi flowing through my meridian. I could feel them screaming in pain as I refused to let my Soulforce go.
Like I was being burned by fire, I gritted my teeth before I felt my Soulforce about to run dry. Coughing up a mouthful of blood. My eyes began to glimmer with black light as I fell into a state of enlightenment.
This would be my day-to-day life as I waited for the deadline to arrive. I could feel my body's power slowly increasing while my qi was developing with each day. I had not made a breakthrough, but I was getting close as I could feel myself getting close to the second stage of Earth Realm.
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While my body and Dantain were working, I put all my attention, not on the Elements but rather my Mortals Dao and Bahumauts ritual of Damnation. I desperately needed to fuse with the Will of the Nines. Unfortunately, such a thing was far more difficult than I originally thought. My only solace was my comprehension within Baphomet's ridiculous battle style that made fighting utterly ridiculous.
Gritting my teeth the first two days, I continue on refusing to give up on fusing with the nines. Using many different methods, with Soulforce and the souls within my body, but nothing seems to work.
On the fifth day, however, a smile radiated on my face as black scales began to grow from my skin, while two large devil wings exploded from my back, reaching over three meters long.
With a vicious light, I felt a wave of comfort being swallowed by my natural form as I simply waited. While this form was corrupted by the Abyssal Arte Lilith gave me, I was, after all, still a variant of the Nines.
Suddenly my comfort began to grow as various seven emblems of sin appeared deep within my head—all of them surrounding my emblem.
Closing my eyes, I felt time begin to fade from my perception as I became lost within the comfort of the seven emblems.
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Slowly opening my eyes to the voices of those I contracted, along with my slave, my gaze gradually began to shine with sin.
The very world around me seemed flimsy... weak and disgusting. Looking at the chains that covered my body. White flames suddenly flashed, searing both my flesh but destroying the chains instantly.
"Nine days... how quick," I coldly said as I waited a few minutes for my injuries to vanish. With a look of contempt, a virtual image of the entire prison flashed through my mind.
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Giving a spiritual command, I simply waited a few seconds before screams began to enter my ears. Not bothering to open my door, the sounds of shuffling could be heard as blood slowly began to pass through the base of my cell. Filling my senses with the sweet scent of blood
With a slight creak, I gazed at the tan bewitching goddess staring at me with a cold light, "Arsene," she said as I nodded with indifference.
"Good work, Zanris. Now shall we visit the Warden? I believe his life needs to be severed,"
With a vicious smile, Zanris smiled, licking her cherry lips stained crimson, "You read my mind. There is no one I wish to kill more than that sick fuck."
Giving Zanris a deep glance, I nodded as my mind trailed over her words, stepping over the pool of blood of the few hundreds of guards outside my door. I swiftly collected a few bodies to feast upon later as the sounds of screams could be heard as I saw more and more bodies litter the floor.
Most of them were prisoners, but that didn't matter as long as they killed as many guards as possible.
"God Arsene? Is that you?" A prisoner covered in blood bellowed.
"Prays the Stars, Boys, I found the boss!!!" He roared as hundreds of prisons came my way. "Many of the Gate of Truth are rioting. They freed us, by your command, my grace."
"damn, there was bitch's here?" Another prisoner screamed in lust.
"Watch it; she is God Arsene's piece."
"Never had colored ass like that before, damn boss. How did you pull that? I wonder what she tastes like? I bet cinnamon... Bitches love cinnamon!"
Snorting, I frowned, feeling my emotions become harder to control. "Zanris, let's keep going... The rest of you just keep doing whatever you're doing." I commanded before dawning my mask, trying to conceal the building rage.
Leaving the idiots behind, Zanris sent me a cold glance, "You really have some..."
"I have no idea who any of them are. If you wanted to, you are more than welcome to kill them all. I could care less." I defended in disgust, sending a glance back at the boys committing all kinds of deplorable things.
"I have been in here too long. Let's go! We may not have a lot of time left."
With an indifferent gleam, I drew Dragonsbane as a massive invisible sphere appeared, marking it as my entire domain. Pushing out darkness, I created a virtual image of the entire prison, allowing me to see everyone all at once.
With a cruel light, a river of bodies began to cover my blade as Zanris and I continued without care. It didn't matter if it was prisoners or guards; all fell to my blade as hundreds of souls began to pour into me.
As if was swimming in the river, white soul flames showered my body as a humorous smile graced my face. Humming a small tone, I slowly came to a stop as a vicious roar filled my ears.
"ARSENE SNOW!!!!!!!!!"
Curling my lips upwards, Dragonsbane suddenly stopped as I twisted my neck, revealing a bloody smirk filled with contempt, "Didn't I say I would be escaping today?"
"Snow... you really... how? those chains could stop an Elemental Star Cultivator."
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