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"Fuhrer, watch out!" Apollo roared, attempting to warn Fuihrer of the impending danger. However, Fuhrer barely acknowledged Apollo, giving him a nod. In a typical situation, Fuhrer would have outright responded, but not this ti.
On the contrary, Fuhrer was frowning. 'As I thought, the Lord is absolutely not his opponent. If it was him in this spot, he would have been killed many tis over. Truly a troubleso enemy, but not outside of my ability. It'll just take patience above all else.'
In truth, the warped point in space was a diversionary tactic employed by Erebane. It was ant to draw attention away from his true plans. And, judging by Apollo's response, he fell for it. If this small utilization of cunningness was enough to fool his senses, then Fuhrer was gratified he chose to step up.
If it was Apollo in this position, he would have already fallen victim to Eerbane the mont his focus wavered. For beings like them, all Fuhrer and Erebane needed was an instant to reverse any perilous situation they were in.
While he was growing stronger at a rapid pace, Apollo had yet to reach this state, failing to classify as Erebane's opponent. Fortunately, Apollo was blessed with above-average cognizance. When he watched Fuhrer barely react, his imdiate thought was sothing was amiss.
'It seems I have made a blunder. Now that I think about it, why would Fuhrer, whose experience topples my own many tis over, ever fall victim to a sleight tactic like this?' Apollo internalized, partially reprimanding himself.
Although he treated himself harshly, this was truthfully a learning experience. Learning of practical sches to employ in battle while separate from danger was a pristine opportunity. Not only was he allowed to expand his knowledge, but there was virtually no danger accompanied by it.
Granted, if Apollo had sent out a different Demon, his beckon might've resulted in so unsightly results. Perhaps even reducing his personal army by one! This mistake was quickly etched in his mind, adding to a repertoire of thoughts that circulated during battle.
anwhile, Erebane clicked his tongue while with the boundless shroud of darkness, "Tch, this guy is too vigilant. He didn't even spare a glance at the feint. Perhaps the lack of superlative life energies gave away my actions."
Contrary to what one believed, Ereabne wasn't the one undergoing movent. However, the darkness around him was in perpetual movent, constantly shifting the angle at which it traveled.
Hence, while Erebane was rooted in the sa position, it didn't appear that way in Fuhrer's eyes. As he searched, it seed as if Erebane was moving constantly, awaiting the perfect ti to execute an attack. Of course, with his expertise, Fuhrer wouldn't just broadcast his this information.
All of a sudden, Erebane changed his actions, taking a light step that caused him to drift alongside the darkness. While watching Fuhrer's reactions, Erebane's focus remained locked on Fuhrer's eyes.
'His eyes aren't shifting, so I'm guessing he isn't aware of my true position. But, his stance also has zero openings. In fact, those two openings he is showing are purposely created. Although they were placed seamlessly, I can still tell abnormality surrounding them.'
Previously, when Erebane disappeared, Fuhrer reacted by changing his stance. Unless soone wished to exit from within the fabrics of dinsions, then it was hard to draw them out of it without a higher mastery of the sa practice. Even then, it was taxing because it required one to first overco their opponent's attainnts then wrest control of the established space.
Since Fuhrer was unsure of the future dangers of this place, he wasn't willing to exhaust so much energy. Especially when it was difficult to recharge a Demon's energy in this region. If they exhausted Apollo's supply of Anima Crystals and Fragnts of Sin, then he would need to return to the Nihilistic Rings earlier.
However, if these two continued in this sa manner, then it would lead to a standstill that lacked an expiration date. Upon realizing this fact, Fuhrer sighed, releasing a stream of gaseous energy.
"If you don't stop hiding, then I will just destroy everything. The lives that will be lost in the process will be on your head. You might not fear this, but I have ways of lding their fates with your consciousness. Furthermore, you WILL reveal your intentions in coming here. This isn't a request but an edict. Try if you will," Fuhrer said in a frigid tone.
The lack of emotion made Erebane wary of Fuhrer. It didn't seem his words were empty threats. While he wasn't aware of Fuhrer's past, he didn't need to be. That type of cold, murderous aura was sothing honed over countless years of perilous fighting!
Still, Erebane didn't appear. Despite his thoughts on the matter, Erebane still tested Fuhrer's resolve. Or, rather he was testing how much slaughter Apollo would permit. Once he perused Lazaro's mories, he found that most of the orders ca from Apollo, which was odd in his eyes.
"Heh, if I was that strong, I wouldn't take orders from such a weak person," Erebane snorted. So of the respect he held for Fuhrer evaporated after learning of this. Apart from Apollo's current state, there was also the fact he fell victim to Erebane's sche so easily.
Since Erebane refused to acknowledge Fuhrer's promise, a torrential aura of destruction and slaughter started to spill from Fuhrer as a composed madness filled Fuhrer's eyes. Needless to say, he was tapping into his Berserk state once again.
Different from last ti, he did so willingly and without a catalyst such as receiving damage.
Once the aura appeared, Erebane's pupils constricted. 'I...I know this aura! But why is that so? Never in my life have I t this person. No, this just ans I need my answers even more!'
Gradually, Erebane's presence appeared from within the darkness. Imdiately after he appeared, Erebane's body beca coated in an obsidian-like armor with shadowy embers flowing at the joints.
Magnificent white etchings flowed through the armor and t one another forming an intricate pattern, filled with ghastly energy. As the armor appeared, it seed to absorb all light.
'An Arcanic Armant,' Fuhrer thought while observing the armor. While Demons possessed Sin Armant, if their purity was strong enough, a Spirit could invoke sothing just as powerful; an Arcanic Armant.
Comprised from a Spirit's quintessential predecessors, they drew upon the source of their births to tap into the hidden weaponry of their souls. The stronger a Spirit was, the more Armants there were hidden amongst their lineage.
The mont the armor appeared, Erebane's deanor changed. From the way he stood, one could sense the pride emanating from his being. However, as a being of pure Pride himself, Fuhrer found this situation laughable.
It was started to beco a battle of pure ego!
BOOM!
Two enormous aurae clashed together, causing a tempest strong enough to upheave so of the individuals standing on the staircase. Despite their attempts to rectify this issue, they were still pushed back nonetheless. Not to ntion, this was just from the impact of their aura, they hadn't even truly clashed yet!
Fuhrer brandished Byrnhildr with three mirror images ford from glossy, dark energy appearing within arms reach. With their appearance, each sword covered their imdiate 90-degree circumference. In other words, Fuhrer had used an offensive technique to establish his ultimate defense.
"U-ugh...it's so terrible," Nadida groaned. The pressure felt as if a boulder had been slamd into her chest. Suddenly, Odessa stepped in front of her just monts before raising her hand.
A barrier erected, experiencing so weight fracture almost imdiately.
However, Fuhrer and Erebane made their move. Their high-speed exchanges were astonishing! Not to ntion the fact Erebane wielded two long daggers, similar to Lazaro's previous style.
His swift yet light attack quickly gained montum while dealing with the mirror attacks of Fuhrer. Although his combat experience paled in comparison, Erebane ingeniously utilized his weapons.
Thin threads attached to Erebane's dagger, allowing him to deftly switch between ranged and close-quarters defensive asures. At the last second, before he suffered damage, Erebane retracted his weapon akin to teleportation.
Nevertheless, Fuhrer found his actions laughable. The longer Erebane engaged in the fight, the more pressure Fuhrer added.
"You fight well, it is a sha that your flas of life will soon be extinguished after you've worked so painstakingly to achieve them," Fuhrer said in a taunting tone. Although psychological warfare was the most basic of the basics, sotis that was all that was needed to turn the tides.
Especially so, in a fight where an end was barely in sight.
anwhile, Apollo squinted with his palm before his eyes as he noted their exchanges. The results were appalling, but to Apollo, this was valuable information. Gradually, he was absorbing their patterns of attack along with their unique techniques.
All of a sudden, Fuhrer slashed his sword horizontally, the other three mirror images mimicking his actions. A horrifying rift was ripped open, which continued to spread without end.
It seed Fuhrer's words weren't just a taunt!
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