"Burning your life essence would not save you, human," said Parrotman Grandmaster before motioning its staff toward , and green mist released from it, surrounding from all the sides before attacking .
Crackle Crackle Crackle
The curse had hit from the sides; it was extrely powerful and shook uncontrollably in my spot, nearly taking a step back.
It was not a physical blow, but it had felt like one was much stronger than the strongest attack of the vidette. That was just a prequel to the attack; as I had said, it is not a physical attack but the curse attack.
The curse began to seep inside my shields; I could see it was making the Parrotman happy, thinking I was finished, but I am not, not yet.
Curse is one of the elents of my constitution; it is part of and my strings, and even if it is Grandmaster class power, we do possess quite powerful immunity, which is especially got stronger after I had leveled up to the Tyrant.
A large part had been played by the resource I had used during the breakthrough; for the curse, I had used a powerful miracle fruit of blood curse. It is one of the best curse-type resources I could dream of getting.
As the curse began to seep inside my shields, the hundreds of formations littered across my strings lighted up.
These formations are especially had designed to deal with curses and as they are activated. They begin to take the curse's power and begin to process it, hamring out the harmful elents of this powerful energy before sending it to .
My armor would then process the energy further before sending it inside when I did that. I felt millions of little critters attacking, biting from all directions, but I bore it and directed even more energy inside as the attack of the curse is in the continuum.
What I may be doing seed simple; it is not. It is extrely dangerous, and I am only able to do that beca so many factors have aligned, which is helping defend against this Grandmaster, which is quite weak, but it is still a Grandmaster that I do not match.
It is my great luck that I have a curse elent in my constitution, and I practice art, which has refined my essence to such a degree that it could burst with the power that is extrely close to the Grandmasters in power.
Hun!
My runes accepted the energy I was sending at it and began to convert, and to my surprise, its conversion speed was not slow at all.
I used all the raw energy I got from the conversion to shields, making them even more powerful in dealing with an all-powerful curse that was attacking .
It started to help, especially when I had combined with my inheritance energy, which despite being weaker than it, able to dilute in its flavor and thus increased its power, which in turn had increased the defense of my shields.
Seconds passed by, the curse continued to attack till my shields absorbed it all, and I revealed in front of the Parrotman through the shield.
"You survived!" The Parrotman shouted in shock, seeing coming out of its cursed mist with a sanguine halo covering my body.
Its shock has surprised ; it would have already known as I had survived since its consciousness would have linked to its attack, but it seed like it had launched the attack and did not even look at it knowing I would die.
I could not say it is an idiot either since Masters would die under its attacks; even Grandmasters would avoid it. To the powerhouses, the special profession Grimm Monsters felt more dangerous compared to the traditional powerhouses.
I could just easily deal with them due to my peculiarities; if it had been a powerful Master in my place or even a vidette, the attack earlier would have been enough to finish it off.
"Suck power, no wonder you are able to kill a vidette, and it is more reason for to kill you," It said, and the green crystal on its staff lighted up brightly.
Raa!
"The curse of wailing Ghosts," It roared, and its staff blazed like a sun for a mont before suddenly falling dim before a ghostly wail rang out, and that is just the beginning of the nightmare it had just unleashed on .
Raa Raa Raa
Loud wails begin to range out before horrendous ghostly figures begin to co out of its staff. These figures are green translucent, and when they ca out of the staff, they were tiny, but they would beco big as Grimm Monsters a second later.
There are all types of ghosts there, from monsters, Grimm Monsters to humans, all of them are misshapen in the so away and wailing loudly.
It is no simple, loud wail, there are powerful soul attacks hidden in it that would have made any masters and below head hurt like mad, they would shut their ears and scream in pain.
Though their wails had not hit as hard as they would to the other masters with my pure soul and defense, they still gave a blinding headache, making it very hard for to concentrate.
The wails are not the real attack of these ghosts; I don't know what is. They are yet to launch it; currently, they are wailing loudly as they surround from all sides as one after another of them kept coming out of its staff.
One hundred and one ghost ca out of Parrotmans staff before they have stopped. Now all of them have surrounded from all sides and wailed loudly while looking at like they want to eat alive, and they likely do.
"My children, consu this human, make it part of your strength," The Parrotman ordered, and all the ghosts descended one in en masse.
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