When Lothur activated his lineage, the red pattern around his eyes appeared. At the sa ti, his pupils beca that sa color, similar to that of the enemy.
But when the pentagram appeared on Lothur's forehead, along with the red mist escaping from this young man's fingers, it gave his opponent an ugly look.
"That..." Its mouth dropped open in surprise. It felt like a being of a higher hierarchy than it had appeared in the surroundings, making it feel a little afraid and restricted.
This demon had never felt this in its decades of life, so upon seeing Lothur using his bloodline, this creature hesitated while parts of its body were still recovering.
'I've seen this sowhere before...' It focused on the pentagram on Lothur's forehead. Still, it could not rember exactly where it had seen it nor the aning of that.
This young demon was not low-ranking in his race. On the contrary, it was a Monarch demon that was hierarchically below only those Emperors. Therefore, it could be considered a noble within the demon species!
Unfortunately, even though it had various abilities and great intelligence, sothing natural to find in a Monarch demon, this being did not rember much of its past. That was because it had lost so mories before being brought to this mountain.
It had been left in this place by one of its vassals months ago after they had escaped from what had caused its mory loss. But weeks ago, its servant had been forced to leave this place before they had a chance to recover the mories of this young noble demon.
Because of this, it could not fully rember sothing so crucial even though it was standing in front of such a symbol.
But still, its instincts told it that such a person was dangerous!
"Bastard! You're not normal!" It shouted as it jumped backward while making a position similar to Lothur's, causing a dark mist to leave its hands.
In this way, it activated all its bloodline power, which every demon awakened right at birth, without needing an awakening, as was the case with humans.
That was the basis of its innate ability, sothing compelling that gave beings like it the ability to fight against higher-level opponents.
So even though Lothur was scary, it would not simply try to run away from this place, and soon it was ready to fight for its life!
Sudden Darkness!
Suddenly, the dark mist from its hands spread to the surroundings, causing all the light inside that chamber to be extinguished.
Lothur realized this and did not move, continuing to make his red mist travel toward his opponent's body.
"I don't know how to kill you, but you will suffer!" Lothur said this, noting that his opponent's ability was insufficient to hit him.
He had developed a resistance to the Natural Laws behind the opponent's ability, so the pressure upon him was not working.
On the other hand, no matter how much the opponent had managed to slow down his speed of action a bit, such a dark fog could not stop the red one!
It was as if sothing superior had suddenly run into the inferior, trying to stop it. Such a thing hindered it but did not totally stop it from moving.
The demon felt this, and sweat began to form all over its body, with it feeling fear for the first ti against a human.
'What's wrong with him? Why does his aura seem worse than mine?' This creature wondered as it felt Lothur's Mortal Aura stirring its feelings.
It then beca desperate and began to use everything at its disposal.
Beings of Darkness!
It activated one of its secondary abilities, causing several dark warriors to erge from the walls and floor of that chamber.
A demon classified as a Monarch did not have a greater number of spiritual abilities than one of lower classification. But it had more intelligence in using such a thing in different ways, so it could expose movents that seed to co from totally different origins.
These beings flew towards Lothur, attacking him as if they were people, while the dark elent in the fists of these creatures tried to corrupt that young man's body.
[Iron-grade resistance to the elent of darkness.]
[Progress: 81%]
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[Progress: 83%]
Lothur smiled as he saw this, noting that his opponent was finally using elents against him.
But as much as he was laughing, Lothur was suffering as well, since as much as he had affinities and resistances, that did not take away from the pain of training.
So as he was being attacked on multiple fronts, this silver-haired man slowly began to show pain in his expression as he struggled to hit his opponent.
He could only use his lineage skill once a day. Then it would be problematic if he missed the chance to affect the demon in front of him before it went into hibernation mode.
The demon saw this but did not feel a bit better.
As much as Lothur was indeed being pressured, so was this creature!
Lothur's lineage ability could suppress those in his surroundings, making such beings feel less control over their abilities and also body.
In this situation, the demon Monarch in front of Lothur could barely move to hurt its opponent with more of its abilities.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" It shouted in frustration, trying what it could to affect Lothur.
With that, it spat in the direction of its opponent's face, sending an extrely stinky, brown substance toward the young Ritter's face.
Such a thing was disgusting, but worse was its speed, making it look like a revolver bullet.
Lothur saw this and tried to move away. But the enemy's ability also restricted him, so he could not defend himself in ti!
Puff!
Such a thing hit one of Lothur's cheeks, and he felt disgusted as he realized that the thing had slightly cut his skin.
"Son of a bitch!" Lothur felt even more anger at his opponent as that projectile fell to the crumpled ground since his skin was already too tough to be wounded like that.
'Damn it!'
"Human, I admit that you are good. But what can you do to ? Your ability won't kill !" That creature shouted, confident in its out-of-bounds endurance.
"That's what we'll see!" Lothur shouted, smiling mischievously. "But know that your skills will not be wasted, demon. When I remove your Soul Bone from your corpse, I will take such a skill to its peak."
Lothur did not know if this would happen when using his bloodline skill. Still, he was speaking nonetheless, trying to irritate his opponent.
"Tsk!"
"We'll see who will give the powers to whom!" That creature shouted, feeling outraged that such a human would covet its Soul Bone but also humiliate it, a Monarch demon.
'If I had my mories, none of this would have happened!'
'Damn you, bastards of the Seraphim Church!' It pressed its teeth together, rembering those demon hunters chasing it earlier.
Unfortunately for this being, it could not resist the clash with Lothur for long, and eventually, that young man's red mist hit it.
When this happened, it lost control over its own abilities as it began to shake vigorously, feeling the pain of having its vitality sucked away.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Less and less audible screams spread throughout that chamber as the body of said creature shriveled as it was 'dehydrated' by Lothur's lineage ability.
As the demon's body languished, Lothur watched it in anticipation, cheering for that creature to die since he would not be able to use that ability again for the following hours.
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