Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 245
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Shooting at me like a beam of lightning, my body simply faded like an illusion. Suddenly my emblem within the heavens began to grow in size as the Flames of Hellfire began to glimmer with power.
"Typhoeus, I will handle the Nascent souls. You take care of the minions," I whispered as I released Dragsonbane to the world.
Suddenly a monstrous light began to take form as the void of Midgard shook at the draconic power of little ty. Watching as dragonsbane held a faded image of a little girl, I smile, patting her head before looking down at the three Nascent souls.
Opening my palm, Eternal Night began to take form within my palm, condensing into a long spear of my creation. However, something was different with the Realm of Eternal Night. I felt the flames of hellfire black as night flowing off it like flames. Watching the glint of flamy darkness, my mind began to comprehend more about the flame's true form.
Sensing my power, a serious gleam took root within the trio as they gasped. Suddenly ashen lightning, pure as snow and corrupt as the Nines, began to fall, to my surprise, filled with the power of Hellfire. All of a sudden, all of creation began to burn as the rain came crashing down towards the land before me.
Twisting reality around me, all of my elemental runes activated all at once as an invisible sphere appeared. This was not a real technique but a compilation of artes acting like one. Yet, as I stood still around the twisted reality of Midgard, hundreds of versions of me began to take form, all of them formed by the various elements within the heavens holding the power of hellfire.
Turning pale at the massive drain of the Flame of Hellfire. I raised my palm as the trio charged towards me at an impeccable rate, their bodies consumed in a vicious heavenly power. All of them were stronger than me, faster, and processed information quickly. This was not a fair fight in the slightest. Even with the flame of hellfire, the chances of victory were minuscule.
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While I could harm them, hitting them was a different story. However, schemes were my forte. Appearing at me in a flash, the Realm of Enteral Night within my palms suddenly exploded, consuming everyone in darkness.
Teleporting out of the way before I died instantly, I knew I would not be able to use the Teleportation rune again unless five seconds passed. Nevertheless, just as I teleported, I pointed as the hundreds of versions of myself charged like a bolt out of hell.
Letting up the realm eternal night before it consumed any more Soulforce, I released a brutish smile as their eyes opened wide at the endless versions of me. There was no distinction between them and me as all of them were fuel by the flames of hellfire within them.
Watching their bodies blur, my gaze became focus and cold as I continued to manipulate the elements to my will. However, all of that began to fade as they easily weaved through the waves of elemental clones I was using.
Sending a deep glance towards the river of blood below, the emblem of blood within the heavens began to glimmer as it arose.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
Suddenly large bloody spikes shot into the air towards the trio, but all was for not as one waved his ax.
Watching as a horrifying qi charged out of his blade. The hairs upon my back began to stand on end as I turned to the bearded elder glaring at me. His eyes glimmering with a rainbow color light. Narrowing my eyes in a cruel light, I sneered.
"Apostle of Heimdall," I whispered in an amused tone.
"To think there would be two who would have found their emblems, but this is where it ends, Arsene." The bearded elder, known as Halfdan, spoke as his great ax vanished.
DING
Opening his eyes wide, my smile suddenly began to rise as I scoffed in disgust. "Do you know why demons of the nines are so feared?" I asked as dragonsbane defended me.
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Placing my palms upon its polearm, my hair began to rise as I laughed, "We have an infinite amount of vital qi. Unless we are killed, we will not die. So burning vital qi does nothing to our kind. This is the true advantage of immortality." Licking my lips, a sinful aura crimson in color exploded out as the vital blood within my heart began burning at my will.
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
With a flash of ashen lightning blasting the bearded elder away, my gaze chilled as serpents of both Ashen light and lightning traced my body. Entering a state of enlightenment, I shot forth with Dragonsbane humming within my palm.
"Halfdan extinguishes the Ashen Lightning now!" Remfo screamed as I arrived before him in an instant. Studying, the monk-looking elder sweating bricks dragonsbane began to roar.
DING!! DING!! DING!! DING!! DING!! DING!!
Employing both chaos and order at the same time, my Spearmanship began to take on a new form; however, I could not embellish as the bearded elder flashed back in action. Scrunching my brow, my body began flowing like the wind along with the air around me. Twisting the elements, a withering air began to tearing at Halfdan.
"Fuck, he is manipulating the elements to battle us one at a time," Halfdan screamed as he waved his ax towards me, only to be met with ashen flames and lightning. "Damn it, Arvid, is the circle ready?"
Gritting my teeth at this impossible battle, qi from heaven and earth began flowing into my body to replenish my lost qi. Sending the man known as Arvid a few kilometers away outside my domain a chilling glare, I frown.
Looking at the concentrated circle the size of his palm, I felt death approaching. Noting how condense that elemental circle was, my heart began to shutter. This meant it must operate like a beam or something along those lines. Not to mention I can feel the element of lightning pulsing from it. There are only so many directions the Lightning can pierce through, and I knew just how to deal with such a linear attack.
I knew I was immune to mortal lightning, but as someone within the realm of Dao in Lightning, I knew I would at least take some damage from that blast. It would not be great, but it would impair my battle prowess.
Licking the sweat from my lips, the emblem of illusion began to shiver ever so slightly. The only one who could potentially impair my illusion was Halfdan due to his eyes, but the illusion was not going to be upon him.
Pushing my body to its limit, my muscles began to tear and heal all at once as I shot towards Halfdan a few feet away. Leaving the monk who was my main target alone.
None of us had it easy. Halfdan was already injured, and he could not extinguish the lightning I had placed upon him in my surprise attack. His left arm was all but cripple; getting hit once by the flames of hellfire is a death sentence.
"Surrender Arsene!" Halfdan roared as my spear came crashing down upon him. Parrying my strike with his ax, crimson fireflies exploded out as I shifted in the air as my spear flickered like light particles.
DING!! DING!! DING!! DING!! DING!! DING!!
Parrying and dodging with impeccable grace and precision, my battle with Halfdan waged on for less than a second before Remfo appeared with his polearm tearing a large hole into my shoulder. With blood gushing from my shoulder, I roared in pain, feeling his qi trying to invade into my body.
Roaring in a bloodlust tone, ashen lighting showered every fiber as both Halfdan and Remfo shot away.
"Why won't you die!!!"
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