Roselia moved like a shadow, her Blood Blades slicing through the throats of unsuspecting guards. Next to her, Roman grabbed a bandit by the neck, lifting him effortlessly before slamming him into the ground with a sickening crack.
One of the guards turned to run, but before he could, Roselia snapped her fingers, and blood tendrils burst from his own veins, impaling him on the spot.
Roman whistled. "Remind not to get on your bad side."
Roselia smirked. "You already are."
Roman gulped.
Leon and Liliana moved with purpose, their steps silent as they approached the watchtower where Drevan's personal guards stood on alert.
Leon flicked his wrist, sending a silent pulse of Aether Chains, which wrapped around a guard's throat, choking the life out of him. Liliana followed up, using Blood Terror to freeze the others in place as Leon finished them off.
With the area secured, Leon turned his gaze toward the main structure.
"Only Drevan left," he muttered.
Liliana licked her lips. "Good. I was getting bored."
As the team regrouped outside Drevan's chamber, they could feel an ominous pressure radiating from within. The air crackled with blood magic, and the ground itself seed to pulse like a beating heart.
Leon smirked. "Ti to et the Crimson Butcher."
With a powerful kick, he blasted the doors open.
Inside, Drevan stood waiting—a towering man clad in black armor, his crimson greatsword dripping with fresh blood. His golden eyes glead with malice.
"You've made a mistake coming here," Drevan growled, his voice like thunder.
Leon cracked his neck. "We'll see about that."
The battle was about to begin.
Drevan let out a deep, guttural chuckle, his grip tightening around his crimson greatsword. The very air around him rippled with blood magic, thick and oppressive.
Leon stepped forward, his expression calm. His eyes glowed faintly as he activated Samsara Cycle Manipulation, letting the Aether of Destruction swirl around his fists.
"Spread out," he ordered.
Roselia, Milim, and Roman fanned out, surrounding Drevan. Liliana took a step forward, her Blood Terror radiating a nacing aura. Naval remained in the shadows, waiting for the perfect mont to strike.
Drevan sneered. "Fools. You think I, the Crimson Butcher, will fall so easily?"
Without warning, he lunged forward, moving far faster than his massive fra should have allowed. His sword sliced through the air, leaving a crimson arc in its wake.
Leon barely dodged, twisting mid-air as the blade shattered the stone floor beneath him. Before Drevan could follow up, Roselia appeared behind him, her twin Blood Blades slashing at his exposed back.
Clang!
Drevan twisted his body unnaturally, blocking with his armored gauntlet before countering with a burst of blood energy, forcing Roselia back.
Milim grinned, cracking her knuckles. "Alright, my turn!"
She vanished, reappearing above Drevan. Her fist crackled with pure, condensed mana as she brought it down.
BOOM!
The force of her punch sent shockwaves through the room, shattering nearby pillars. Drevan blocked with his sword, but the impact still sent him skidding backward.
"You're strong," Drevan admitted, rolling his shoulders. "But I've slaughtered stronger."
His aura erupted, turning the entire chamber blood red. His Crimson Domain activated, causing the very walls and floor to pulse as if alive. The space around them twisted, filling the air with phantom wails—echoes of the souls he had slaughtered.
Leon's eyes darkened.
This was no ordinary enemy.
"Everyone," Leon said, his voice firm. "Do not let your blood touch the ground."
Drevan smirked. "Too late."
Suddenly, tendrils of blood burst from the ground, wrapping around Roselia and Naval. The tendrils pulsed, draining their vitality.
"Argh—!" Naval struggled, trying to cut himself free, but his weapons barely scratched them.
Roselia gritted her teeth, forcefully activating her own Blood Magic to counteract the effect. "Damn… this guy is annoying."
Leon didn't hesitate. Aether Chains shot from his fingertips, severing the tendrils and freeing his teammates.
Drevan frowned. "Impressive. But let's see how you handle this—"
He raised his greatsword high, and suddenly, the entire room darkened.
—Crimson Execution: Thousand Blade Burial.
From above, dozens of massive crimson blades materialized, each dripping with cursed blood. They rained down at terrifying speed, aiming to impale everyone in the room.
Leon reacted instantly.
"Samsara—Cycle Reversal!"
Aether surged around him, rewinding ti for the falling blades just enough to create gaps in their trajectory.
"NOW!"
The team dodged through the openings.
Roman charged forward, slamming his massive shield against Drevan's chest, sending him stumbling.
Liliana followed up, activating Blood Terror, unleashing a ntal shockwave that montarily disoriented Drevan.
Leon saw his chance.
He activated Orb of Devastation, condensing an orb of pure destruction in his palm.
"This ends now."
With a burst of speed, Leon appeared in front of Drevan, shoving the orb directly against his chest.
BOOM!
A massive explosion of void energy engulfed Drevan. His armor cracked and shattered, revealing his bare chest covered in scars. He staggered back, coughing blood, his once-mocking expression replaced with shock.
"You… bastard…!" he growled, barely holding himself up.
Leon exhaled, his body still radiating Aether.
"It's over," he said.
Drevan fell to his knees.
Then, with a final thud, his body collapsed.
Silence filled the room.
The Crimson Butcher was dead.
A mont later, a system notification appeared before Leon.
[You have defeated Crimson Fang Leader: Drevan.]
[Rewards: 12,000 Ascension Points, Bloodlord's Oath Greatsword, and a Tier II Ascender's Relic.]
Leon smirked.
"Not bad."
"His class was surely powerful," Milim mumbled as she approached the dead butcher. Her hand hovered above the corpse as she glanced at Leon.
"Let show you how powerful my class is," she said, a crimson aura forming around her palm.
A shimring blood mist fell onto the body, slowly spreading across it. The mont it touched the flesh, a blood cocoon began to form, wrapping tightly around the corpse. The cocoon pulsed, condensing its energy into the body.
Then, the transformation began.
A dark crimson armor materialized, covering the figure as glowing red sigils appeared in its eyes. As the energy stabilized, the newly ford being rose to its feet and imdiately knelt before Milim.
"My Queen."
The voice was deep, filled with unwavering loyalty.
Leon raised an eyebrow. "Your class is Necromancer?" he asked.
Milim shook her head. "No, it's just a bloodline ability."
She crossed her arms, watching the resurrected warrior. "My family's legacy allows us to create an immortal army. Their rank depends on the quality of the body we use."
She gestured toward Drevan's now-armored form. "Like him—he turned into a Grand Knight."
Leon examined the knight carefully. "Hmm… Blood Grand Knight, to be exact."
His eyes narrowed. This wasn't ordinary necromancy—Milim's power could raise warriors stronger than they were in life.
A terrifying ability.
Leon observed Drevan's transformation with keen interest. The Blood Grand Knight stood tall, his crimson armor pulsing with energy as if alive. The aura around him exuded both dominance and eerie tranquility, a stark contrast to the lifeless corpse he had been monts ago.
"This isn't just reanimation," Leon muttered. "He's stronger than before."
Milim smirked. "Of course. Unlike necromancy, my ability doesn't just bring back the dead—it reforges them using my blood energy. The higher the body's potential, the stronger the result."
Leon crossed his arms. "And his loyalty?"
Milim flicked her wrist, and Drevan instantly knelt again, his glowing crimson eyes locked onto her. "Absolute," she said confidently. "They retain combat instincts but lose all ties to their past life. They exist only to serve ."
Leon exhaled sharply. "So, this is your family's legacy?"
Milim nodded. "Yes. Our greatest warriors don't just die—they beco eternal."
Roselia, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. "And how many of these knights can you create?"
Milim tapped her chin playfully. "Depends on the blood essence I have. Lesser beings make weak soldiers, but soone like Drevan? I can sustain around ten of his level at my current strength."
Leon's gaze darkened in thought. Ten knights at this level would be enough to wipe out entire elite squads.
"Impressive," he admitted. "So, do they retain any special skills?"
Milim grinned. "Let's find out."
She snapped her fingers, and Drevan vanished in a burst of speed, reappearing instantly behind Leon. His newly reforged body moved like a shadow, far faster than he ever had in life. His blood-infused blade stopped just before Leon's neck, humming with latent power.
Leon didn't flinch. Instead, he smirked.
"Fast," he acknowledged, raising a hand to push the blade aside. "But can he handle pressure?"
Without warning, Leon released a burst of Aetheric force, sending a shockwave that forced Drevan back. The Blood Grand Knight dug his feet into the ground, skidding before regaining his stance effortlessly.
Milim chuckled. "Oh, he's sturdy too."
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Leon cracked his knuckles. "Interesting. Let's see what else he can do."
Leon snapped his fingers, and three Dark Knights appeared, their black armor gleaming under the dim light. Each exuded a heavy, oppressive aura, their presence alone enough to make the ground tremble slightly.
"You have a summoning ability?" Milim asked, her gaze fixed on the newly ford knights.
"It's more like creating them rather than summoning," Roselia answered, observing the Dark Knights carefully. "Though… purely in terms of experience, Drevan might still have the upper hand. The ones Leon created are new—they have power but lack battle instincts."
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