639 Chapter 639 A Door Unnecessarily Difficult To Open.
Back in Serefia’s world, Desmond had faced a powerhouse in the three-star class, Katherine, the commander of the royal guard, a woman whose sword could devastate mountains. Desmond thought the power gap was insurmountable back then, which was still the case for him even after reaching two-star class.
However, Desmond had more than enough combat power to fight against soone in the three-star class who used an unholy and deteriorated version of the arcana.
Although Arcana and Mana’s users shared similar weaknesses, they weren’t quite the sa in that their strengths weren’t the sa. Given his physical prowess that, with the help of his lineage, had reached a very high level, Desmond was able to maintain the advantage against Erard.
With the support of the mana from the wind continuously fueling his movent ability, , Desmond could move with great freedom, always keeping a wide gap between himself and Erard.
While approaching an Arcana user might sound like the smartest option, that would only be if one could find a way to do it without dying trying. Given the green field of fire around the Licht clan ancestor, Desmond had to put enough effort into reaching Erard safely.
Little by little, as he continued to dodge Erard’s crazed attacks, Desmond gathered and condensed more and more wind mana, eventually covering his entire figure in a gale of erald green wind. Desmond lashed out with all his might as soon as he reached the proper mana level, trying to overwhelm Erard’s defenses. “.”
Imdiately, Desmond’s body was engulfed by a huge wolf’s head made of blades of slashing wind. With thunderous speed and gaping jaws, Desmond lunged at Erard.
Although ntally unstable, Erard still had his battle instincts working correctly, and his reaction was relatively quick. Two giant teorites made of bone covered in the green fire imdiately flew towards Desmond to crush him or at least take his montum out.
Erard’s movent would have worked for soone who only moved in two dinsions. Still, Desmond had long since incorporated the sky into his hunting ground.
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With an abrupt movent, Desmond changed direction twice before leaping into the air and stepping on it as if it were solid ground. Like a rubber ball bouncing off randomly appearing walls, Desmond proceeded on an unpredictable route toward Erard.
Seeing Desmond’s massive manifestation of mana almost reach him, Erard summoned an enormous wall of bones around him.
A second later, the huge wolf head made of wind blades smashed into the bone wall of the Licht clan ancestor.
Hidden within the chaos of erald green wind and bone fragnts, Desmond arrived legs first and with a rather wicked grin. “Nice try, old man, but I’d like to see how you deal with this. < Titania’s Collection – Gungnir>.”
Barely a fraction of a second later, a spear made entirely of crystallized tallic mana pierced past Erard’s bone defenses. The spear’s tip quickly found its way into the bowels of the old man of the Licht clan.
Desmond’s victorious smile was just growing on his face when he saw a sea of green fla seep out from behind the wall of splintered bone. Alard, Desmond kicked another bone fragnt and tried to back away at full speed, but his legs were still caught in the spectral fire.
Resisting the pain, Desmond backed away until he was out of range of Erard’s fire. A single glance revealed the rotting flesh on Desmond’s legs, which made him frown. Although he knew that the fire of the Licht clan was quite special, it was not the sa to experience the effects of one’s flesh.
A second later, new flesh began to grow on Desmond’s legs, but that absurd recovery rate didn’t co for free, and Desmond knew it. Looking back at that old bag of bones, Desmond had to admit that he had lost out on that last exchange.
Erard had a hole in his stomach left behind by Desmond’s spear, but the wound barely seed severe. Regeneration wasn’t the Licht clan’s forte, but they weren’t as fragile as Desmond had made them seem when he’d invaded his mansion. As if to test this theory, Desmond drew his silver pistols and poured copious amounts of tallic mana into them before opening fire.
Added to the natural tallic mana the weapon imbued into each bullet, Desmond had doubled that reinforcent, but the bullets barely sparked as they struck Erard’s bare bones.
Desmond didn’t even seem surprised, but his face changed completely when a huge bone spear ca out of the ground without him noticing. With barely a split second to react, Desmond instinctively covered his chest with both weapons, only to see them explode into a million pieces.
The force of the impact knocked Desmond out of the way of the spear, but it did little to improve his mood after watching his prized pistols shatter to bits. Had it been another ti and opponent, Desmond would have complained and cursed, but seeing Erard’s current state, he stopped.
Desmond could only assu that Erard’s latest injury had unleashed him, not that the reason mattered too much; the problem was that the short, aging ancestor of the Licht clan looked like he’d eaten half a ton of steroids and stimulants.
Seeing how a substance like tar seeped from Erard’s flesh and his bones seed to deform aggressively and dangerously, Desmond couldn’t help but think of the necrotic beasts he had seen in Erack before he t Sasha, as well as the necromancer that both of them had defeated together.
Despite the pain in his heart, Desmond sped back, ignoring the crumbling pieces of his pistols. Having stepped back, Desmond saw that the bone spear that ca out of the ground a second ago was actually a bone tail that had grown on Erard at so point.
Seeing the increasingly large and dangerous ancestor of the Licht clan, whose energy fluctuations kept getting more intense, Desmond made up his mind. Without a second’s hesitation to speak, Desmond sprinted in the direction of the mural that acted as the entrance to Lilith’s tomb.
“Traitor, slave of the witch.” Erard’s crazed roars made the unholy scent reverberate in the air in a way Desmond didn’t like. Only now Desmond realized that the old man seed to have lost his little sanity due to the stress of the battle and the injury it caused him, which led him to beco a slave to his impulses and that evil essence.
Though the earlier exchange had been brief, Desmond had still gained enough information to see the gap between himself and Erard, which was possible to cross before the latter’s transformation. As for taking on the unholy steroid version of Erard? Desmond had better things to do than seek his own death.
As he sprinted for the door, Desmond racked his brain for Nicolai’s mories of the chanisms and seals used on Lilith’s tomb. After a couple of seconds that felt like an eternity, Desmond nearly spat blood at how absurdly elaborate the thod needed to open that damn door was.
As if the goddess of fortune was trying to mock the hunter’s current exasperation, Erard finished his transformation before Desmond made it to the door.
“Witch, curse, sinner.” Accompanied by the mindless growls of the now-crazed Licht clan ancestor, a massive bone whip almost completely covered Desmond’s field of vision.
Alard, Desmond aid his ring, , and instantly cast one of his most potent abilities, . The giant snake made of aquatic mana rcilessly smashed into the huge bone whip, creating a massive shock wave.
At the sa ti, Desmond, who had relied on the ring to unleash an ability of that caliber, took the opportunity to activate the first door-opening chanism. Quickly locating the first key in the chanism, Desmond saw the symbol of the Lupan clan and knew imdiately what to do.
“I guess this is Karma for calling them mangy dogs all this ti.” Desmond muttered bitterly as he resorted to burning one of the drops of essential blood within him.
A single drop of blood, pure, brilliant, and crystalline, almost like a ruby, stored within Desmond’s heart along with his elental seeds, lted, and the power within it flowed into the hunter’s body, giving him more than just a burst of montary power.
At that very mont, Desmond’s canines grew, as did his white hair, which soon ford a long mane behind Desmond’s back. A golden glow and a pair of sharp pupils could be seen in Desmond’s blood-red eyes. Beyond that, Desmond’s physique grew by a small margin, with every muscle within his body brimming with latent power.
At the sa ti, a huge explosion of dark green fire completely vaporized Desmond’s attack. The huge necrotic beast that Erard Licht had beco bellowed in primal fury to establish so kind of dominance. This act made Desmond roll his eyes and respond with the howl of a wolf.
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The powerful wolf howled reverberated throughout the catacomb, drowning out the last roar in a second and activating the corresponding chanism of the Lupan clan key.
Seeing the golden glow of the first and the remaining four keys, Desmond cursed again at the jerk who designed the door in such a cumberso way.
“Screw it; I only have to open four more chanisms.” Desmond comnted angrily and tiredly, giving up on insulting all the ancestors of the unknown door creator.
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