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Right before Fuhrer kicked off his front to accelerate at breakneck speeds, Apollo scread in panic. Before doing so, he was at an extre loss. In truth, he didn't understand why this demon seed so hostile. If it were in the event that he interrupted his practice, Apollo would understand.
However, when Apollo arrived here, there were no fluctuations. This indicated the old demon wasn't in the process of practicing. In fact, to Apollo, it seed more like this being was too prideful. Almost like it would not tolerate anyone intruding upon this area.
Additionally, it seed the demon was hostile to the world itself. After all, so of his words seed to be aid at the world itself. Naturally, this rose questions, but once again, Apollo bit his tongue. If he overstepped any boundaries, a severed head seed to be the least of his worries.
"Wait, wait! I'm Azridan's successor! I think that is what guided here," Apollo exclaid in panic. Afterward, his eyes slamd shut. He didn't want to witness what was about to happen. Yet, as he waited, he felt no pain whatsoever.
Therefore, he opened his eyes and took a peek at his surroundings. In response, he found a scowling Fuhrer still in the motion of taking a step. As he looked at him, Apollo swore he saw rage building in Fuhrer's eyes and he was right.
Soon after, Fuhrer bellowed in disgust, "That's what this familiar aura on you is? You're the successor of that damned fool?! Now you deserve even more punishnt! After I trained that insufferable fool, all he cared about was the Monarch's mantle and fulfilling the prophecy but I warned him it wasn't his destiny! He forgot all about this old man."
In his fit of rage, Fuhrer's aura continued to bolstering. But, it didn't travel far from his body as he kept it contained. Had not for this, his aura would've decimated both the area and Apollo all the sa.
anwhile, Apollo was shocked by this information. If Fuhrer trained Azridan, then that ant most of the techniques in his hand, Fuhrer should be capable of using them. Furthermore, Apollo now understood part of the reason this demon was so cranky. He felt abandoned.
Perhaps, he wasn't just sealed here of his own accord. Maybe, even Azridan didn't possess the ability to retrieve him from this place. In fact, now that Apollo looked at the situation as a whole, he ca to realize sothing. Fuhrer didn't move any further than 10 ters from the cave entrance.
Either he wasn't permitted to do so, or if he did, sothing inexplicable would happen. Nevertheless, based on the strength of Fuhrer, he didn't want to find out if any of the two speculations were correct.
On the other hand, Fuhrer still seed agitated. "So that is why you approach ? You seek my training only to abandon as well? Well, I will tell you this instant, I decline! I will not train you, so you can return from whence you ca. And, I don't an this in context to the Rings. You're no-... Hmm?" Fuhrer's rant ended abruptly as he examined Apollo more closely.
Now that he did, he picked up on a few irregularities. For example, he couldn't discern Apollo's true origins. Also, he couldn't understand why the dissonance between his soul purity and his body was gradually weakening. This was sothing he'd never seen before. Except,
"Foul youth, have you taken possession of soone's body? Why does your body not match the frequency of your original soul? Who are you and how can Azridan allow you to do such a thing?" Fuhrer frowned. Shortly after, he raised his blade to Apollo's chin.
"I must warn you, I don't take kindly to liars. So tell , what is your origin and where did Azridan find you," Fuhrer added. While awaiting Apollo's answer, he seed to activate so technique that enabled him to see through lies. He gazed at Apollo's Diabolic Heart of Wrath.
In response, Apollo was stumped for words. First and foremost, he didn't seek out Azridan nor did Azridan seek him out. According to what they both knew, a 3rd part sought out both of them and paired them together. However, this new demon, APollo was unsure if he could trust him to tell him the whole truth.
So, Apollo settled for so omission. "I don't know if I took possession of soone's body, but I will tell you it was given to . I also didn't seek out Azridan nor did he. I just happened to chance upon his guidance."
For a brief period, Fuhrer was silent. As he processed the information, he witnessed no faults in Apollo's heart. In other words, these words were the complete truth. 'If that's true, then what is wrong with him? This is an interesting situation. I can sense power beyond what Azridan cultivated emanating from this boy.'
"Tell , where is Azridan?" Fuhrer questioned.
At this point, Apollo looked at him with an odd expression. Fortunately, he soon realized what was wrong. "Azridan...doesn't have a body. He didn't tell what happened but I rember he said that he was betrayed or fell victim to so sche. I don't know the details."
"Oh, so the boy is dead. Wait, WHAT?!" Fuhrer's eyes widened as he approached Apollo.
'How long was this guy holed up here? He doesn't even know what took place outside? Then, maybe Azridan didn't abandon him. I think he may have lost his body soon after leaving this man. It'll have to wait until Azridan awakens to know the truth.'
"If it's like this, then boy, you must have spoken with his soul. In that case, you must promise sothing. Avenge Azridan and bring the ones who betrayed him before ," Fuhrer stated in a grim tone. For the first ti, he took on an appearance even more dignified than Saehtyn. Even without pressure, the imperious aura in his eyes made Apollo oblige.
"I will. But, I don't have long here nor do I know how strong they are," Apollo answered.
"They are on a level suspended between a Daemos and Noblesse. It will require all my training for you to reach that level. But, before that, let's have a wager. If you remain standing after 10 blows, you may co under my tutelage," Fuhrer announced.
Although it had been millennia since he trained soone, in addition to this jarring information, there was sothing subtly pleasing about this youth. If he had to put it in words, then only one sentence fit.
'It may be faint, but I can sll the aura of both my old master and friend from this youth. I wonder how he is related to them. It is a sha they are long gone,' Fuhrer mused.
At the sa ti, Apollo gave his imdiate answer, "I will do it! But, may I ask for a handicap?" In other eyes, this may seem shaless, however, Apollo was aware that this was an insurmountable adversary. Even if Fuhrer held back, Apollo was certain one blow was enough to end him.
"What do you request?" Fuhrer inquired. He relaxed his stance and took his hand off his blade. In actuality, he was intrigued by this youth. If it was any other demon of the Lesser standard, they would find looking in his eyes to be difficult. Yet, he could tell from his gaze, Apollo was only wary of his strength and not of death.
"I want to know if I can use my partner," Apollo asked. After, he reached behind him and presented Ouroboros.
"Hm? You've bonded with one of those? Oh, and it was a newborn. Interesting, the most complete imprint I've ever seen. However, no, you can't use that baby hydra. Besides, you don't need to. It'll be incapable of help in any way possible. In fact, I suggest you put him in a secure location. My blade has already accidentally slain one of his kind in my youth," Fuhrer warned.
Needless to say, Apollo acted quickly. He set Ouroboros back inside his Tainted Temple and stood at leisure. "So...what now?"
"Now, you ready yourself and prepare your bloodline! If you seek my training, there are a few basic qualities you must possess. One, you need fine instincts! If you are to walk this path and attempt your hand at becoming the Monarch, you must be prepared to withstand dangers from all angles. This includes !" Fuhrer exclaid.
After placing his hands on the blade once again, Fuhrer disappeared while unsheathing his blade. The only thing left in his prior position was a lifelike but fading shadowy afterimage. Upon seeing this, Apollo was surprised!
'Could this be the Second Baleful Step?' Apollo marveled. Yet, an instant later, both his Tainted Temple and Diabolic Heart of Wrath trembled. With both of them empowering each other, Apollo sensed imminent danger. Similarly, a whisper entered his ears.
"Behind." Upon hearing the voice, Apollo turned around. However, before he could defend himself. A boulder-like force hit his chest. Without pause, he flew back at a speed greater than he could achieve himself.
Only after smashing into a wall deep in the cave did Apollo stop. Obviously, such an overpowered strike was beyond him. Apollo's eyes widened while his entire body remained embedded into the wall.
Frankly speaking, even breathing felt hard right now.
〈System Alert! Your health has decreased drastically. Your Health has fallen under 50%. Now sacrificing so Demonic Reserves to nd your broken ribs.〉
As he craned his head down, Apollo witnessed a gaping indent on his right rib. Although the point of impact was small, nearly all of his ribs on this side were broken. In light of this, Apollo beca glum. How was he supposed to handle at least 10 of these strikes?
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