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By utilizing the completely mastered form of the Umbra Phantom Mantle, Fuhrer attacked Apollo with a strike that carried six mirages. As Apollo tried to defend against them, he realized nurous searing cuts appeared on his skin.
In response, his expression beca even more comical, 'Is each one of these shadows empowered by Hellfire? This is insane, not only is he using this technique to make his attached immutable, he's added a second layer that makes it even more lethal? Yet, all of this seems to be an effortless action for him.'
Despite blocking what he thought to be the actual weapon, another laceration appeared on Apollo's chest that caused him to suck in a cool breath. If it continued like this, let alone rematch, this could barely count for a teaching session.
"Lad, is this all you've got? Comprehend what you need from ! Unlike the last ti, I won't be withdrawing my strikes. Your body is stronger than it was and should be able to heal on its own. So," Fuhrer smiled nacingly, before adding, "Welco to my torturous training montage."
Imdiately, the six mirages condensed into one lifelike dark sword that mimicked the movent of Fuhrer's sword. In other words, Apollo now had to dodge simultaneous attacks from two swords that moved faster than he did.
Furthermore, Fuhrer seed to have a plan in mind. Every attack made Apollo retreat towards the wall and closer towards the wall, "What can you do when all paths of escape are cut off? How will you cope when you MUST deal with what is in front of you?"
As Fuhrer continually increased the pressure, Apollo continued to be backed into the wall. At this point, he had discarded all thoughts of utilizing that strike currently unnad strike. On the contrary, his stimulated Ira was awakening another ability.
〈System Alert! Due to your current condition, the first Incomplete Sin Armant can be utilized. With the proper requirents fulfilled, there will be no drawbacks to activating it.〉
Upon reading this ssage, Apollo finally saw a ray of light. With his body as the point of origin, it emitted a large wave of infernal power. A cloud of Ira surrounded Apollo's body as he disappeared from sight.
On the other hand, Fuhrer raised his eyebrow in surprise, "Hoh? You can use Armants? You must truly be the Monarch's descendants. That's a long-lost ability that only a select few Daemos were able to activate and send down our lineage. Now show , what does your armant look like," Fuhrer said.
At the sa ti, he slashed his sword downward. The wave that hurtled towards him was then cut in half and collided with the wall behind him. Patiently, he waited for the cloud of corporeal Ira to subside. Although it took a while, it happened.
But, when Apollo's appearance ca into full display, Fuhrer froze for a mont, 'It couldn't be. Isn't that the Tartarean Regalia? How could that appear here? Didn't he take that with him? Only a few answers can explain the existence of this. Hoh? It also seems to be incomplete. His mastery of Ira isn't enough to fabricate the entire armor.'
As Apollo appeared, his upper body and horns were encased in a terrible armor seemingly made out of pure magma. The sweltering heat that emanated from it gave Fuhrer a feeling of nostalgia. He recalled being on the battlefield with the First Monarch where they culled countless foes.
Ultimately, their actions lead to the union of the Nihilistic Rings. Unfortunately, this was sothing all in the past. With the disappearance of a Monarch, the solidity of the Nihilistic Rings' bond was in tatters.
On the other hand, Apollo clenched his fist. While marveling at his own transformation, he rembered bits and pieces of the events that happened during the selection trial. He had invoked this state once before but it was when his body was incapable of wielding it in the slightest.
Fortunately, soone outside of his knowledge thwarted him from making a potentially asinine move. However, the hatred in his heart was still present. In fact, it had been laid bare by the invocation of this technique. Left with no other choice, Apollo attempted to deal with it as soon as possible. Naturally, he did so through the most basic of ans.
"This seems to be a more even playing field. Now show , what has that incomplete Sin Armant done for your combat ability?" Fuhrer questioned while taking a single step forward. But, once his leg flexed, his propulsion shattered the ground beneath his feet.
In an instant, he accelerated to nonsensical speeds. However, there was a reason for doing so. As Apollo looked at Fuhrer's movents in his current state, he felt that while Fuhrer was faster than ever before, he could sense what he was doing to a certain extent.
With adequate timing, Apollo retracted his right foot. A mont later, Fuhrer's sword pierced through the ground. He then lifted his head with an emotionless gaze as he used the butt of his sword to send a focused shockwave towards Apollo's chest.
Yet, before his attack could land, the Ira in Apollo bubbled. He released a bestial roar that caused a shockwave of his own to collide with the force birthed from Fuhrer's actions.
After the collision, Fuhrer retreated from the dust cloud with a pleased expression, "Good, the Regalia is honing your Flickering Insight. Let's take this up to another level," Fuhrer stated. By now, he was starting to enjoy the battle. At first, he still retained a shred of caution towards utilizing the utmost power he could draw in his Lesser Demon state.
However, the appearance of Apollo's Incomplete Sin Armant changed the playing field. This ti, when Fuhrer executed the Umbra Phantom Mantle, it was like the entire cave was blanketed by darkness, "Full State Second Form: Absolute Umbra Zone,"
Subsequently, the entire area fell under Fuhrer's imdiate control. It went without saying, the difficulty of the training skyrocketed for Apollo as he raised his guard to the peak. Even though part of him was excited to see the different variations of the Second Step, what he truly wanted was to overpower Fuhrer at least once.
It wasn't a matter of proving that he was better than him, but a matter of pride. As Azridan told him once before, he sensed high levels of Superbia within Apollo's mind. There was a large chance that it could be his next Sin to master.
Be that as it may, Apollo closed his eyes and increased the focus he put on his Tainted Temple. Since his eyes were useless in this darkness, he had to rely on the only organ that could see without seeing.
Once again, the two collided. Except, with each following collision, Apollo's body was becoming bruised and battered. Not to ntion, Fuhrer didn't allow him ti to conjure his Annihilation. Thus, he was left attacking with plain strikes that were faintly strengthened by small amounts of Demonic Anima.
"Faster, conjure your energy faster. When you strike, you must always possess the upper hand. Also, don't look for your opponent. Feel them, train your demonic sense to pick up on the signs of life. Since we are beings of destruction, we are sensitive to such things. Use it to your advantage," Fuhrer instructed between each of his blows.
Although battering Apollo was quite fun, his true intention was to make Apollo stronger as quickly as possible while making him privy to basic principles. Hence, he made him privy to everything regarding a demon. There wasn't a topic left untouched.
Yet, Apollo still felt like he was making no progress. However, that was understandable since Fuhrer increased the intensity of his strikes whenever Apollo presented signs of countering. While a counter was good, what Fuhrer sought didn't happen yet.
'Co on kid, don't tell you haven't awoken it yet. To be able to use an Incomplete Sin Armant but not awaken that is baffling. Is there so missing piece I'm overlooking? Now that I think about it, how was this youth born,' Fuhrer started to question while stabbing his sword into the ground.
tallic shadow blades pierced the ground and shot towards Apollo. Narrowly, he dodged them until finally, one of the blades eluded his attention and pierced Apollo's right shoulder.
"Your armant is faulty, such a strike should have never penetrated your defenses with that regalia active. Tell , do you truly wish to overco ?" Fuhrer inquired while looking at Apollo with a partially disappointed expression.
"I do!" Apollo exclaid.
"Then show ! I want actions, not words," Fuhrer bellowed back. In response, Apollo gritted his teeth. Feelings of frustration well inside him as his eyes flickered with an athyst light.
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