Chapter 112 – Full Moon’s Sway

The Dark Elven lands were wet with blood.

The blood of beasts, abominations and grotesque beings that the normal mind could not handle lay dead on the dark elven lands sea of blood, torn to shreds, rip to every single piece.

The once gray or purple colored soil of the dark elvens became the color of blood. The moon above the land seems to reflect the state of the land, as it bleeds.

In this land, a person with a shredded longcoat walked with unsteady legs. There were huge wounds on this person, far too heavy for any normal human to survive. But for the Reaper, the Carnifex whose name is Julian Nostredame, this wound is nothing.

To Julian, the wound is merely superficial. It does hurt and if a normal human would feel the wound, then he would have died by mere shock. Julian is only standing through sheer willpower, and despite his lungs crushed, his organs displaced, and his heart slightly beating.

It could be said that Julian’s regeneration process is that of a monster.

He has gone and fought a being that came straight from the astral plane. A daemon, that is unable to be killed by normal physical means. It took Julian, slaying ten thousand beings with a single broken ebony sword he took from a skeleton wraith to drench himself with enough blood to be able to land a blow on astral beings.

It took him three days to kill the daemon. In the fight he got these wounds, and ever since punching Meia in the face, and making her retreat, Julian had to time to regenerate his wounds. His body was made of different beings, ever since surviving the dungeon, Julian has stripped half of his humanity, to become a being that became known as the Reaper incarnate.

He got his abilities by crawling in the Nephilim’s dungeon, absorbing their souls, and eating their flesh made Julian refined his body that surpassed even the Nephilim who gave him the opportunity to be strong. It was not an easy road for Julian back days. He could still remember the times his limbs would get torn off, his body pinned down, eaten, as his guts get slurp like pasta by the dungeon’s monsters.

The pain, the suffering, all those nasty monsters he killed in the Nephilim’s dungeon made Julian strong. Right now, aside from the brand of life and death. That is branded on his left wrist that looked like an hourglass with a crossed sword coiling around it, Julian could now barely feel pain as the other abilities he had sustains his life.

Well, he is quite in pain at the moment, after fighting the astral daemon, he took quite a beating. And if anyone would see him right now, they would be shocked that he of all people would be injured. Julian has rather grown rusty fighting people weaker than him. He has already reached the highest level of abilities, so there was no way for him to continue further.

Julian could fight magus, demons, and abominations with ease. But when it comes to beings like the demoness, the celestials, the astrals and the gods themselves. Julian would have to actually fight with effort, and make them bleed.

He is strong, but not to the point he could conquer the rest of the higher realms that watch over the mortal world. The Nephilim that gave him his power, told Julian about the higher beings, and defeating them, like mention, would take effort for Julian. And that doesn’t guarantee that Julian will be able to succeed.

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Julian walked through the valley of the elven lands. Since Meia summoned the horde of demons, and him sealing the land off, most of the dark elvens, are either dead or in hiding. The valleys, the land, and the river were filled with either blood or monsters.

Julian used his sealing barrier to trap the monsters, in fact, if it wasn’t for him, then the monsters would be able to get out of the dark elven lands, and bring chaos. Julian holds the apocalypse by will, and if it wasn’t for him, then the people outside would surely suffer the tribulation that the monsters bring.

“I have to kill them until it is done.”

Julian muttered as he slowly walks through a river that has been colored blood. He could see a undead pounce at him, but Julian merely grab the undead, squash its neck, and use his right arm to tear the undead’s head and spine out. Slamming the undead down, Julian tore the undead’s arm and use it to smash another undead who was trying to bite his neck.

The undead got sent flying and Julian dropped the arm as he continues down the river path. He found himself in an encirclement of trees and ruins. Sitting down on the floor of the ruins, Julian crossed his leg, closed his eyes, as he regenerates his vitality.

His wounds moved, his body made a tearing sound, as the old wounds get shredded and replaced. Blood flowered out of Julian’s body, it was dirty blood, and there was no danger to him. This was the bloody method Julian used to stay alive in the Nephilim’s dungeon back days, and with this, he was able to repair the damages the daemon gave to him.

“I still have a lot to slay. Until Meia dies, then there is no way that the gates of hell won’t shut.”

Killing Meia was easy if she runs out of power, but the only reason why Julian wasn’t able to do this task yet is because of the monsters covering and shielding her. So until he kills all of the monsters protecting her, then he would be able to defeat her.

“But with her retreating, the monsters protecting her will be upped again...it looks like I could not rest easy.”

Julian mutters as he leans his back on the ruins. His wounds have already healed, so there was nothing for him to do right now but looked at the blood red moon that sways on the sky.

Despite being alone in this land filled with the unspeakable. Julian’s grim determination did not cease at all.