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Apollo's gaze scanned the information related to the Conqueror's Arms, acquiring all of the information required to prepare several applications for this particular technique.
「Technique Na: Conqueror's Arms
Technique Rank: *Unique (Bloodline Art)
Effects: When used as a dium, empower all dark techniques that pass through them.
While the Conqueror's Arms are active, the Dominator's Cluth experiences a 33% boost to its crushing power and oppressive pressure. This technique also enables the ability to overlap the Dominator's Clutch. *(This effect can only be used a number of tis before the Conqueror's Arms shatter.
Consumption: Using the boost consus 1% of Aura Reserves and 0.5% of Bloodline Reserves every three seconds. *(Using the overlapping ability increases the consumption by ten tis.) 」
'So, this is just a temporary state,' Apollo thought to himself after dismissing the information panel. Based on the information given, the Conqueror's Arms were prone to shattering after a set usage in their current state. While Apollo was unsure if this issue would disappear once his power rose, he knew this was a limiting factor for the ti being.
In fact, the possibility of shattering made Apollo question whether these arms could go up against an Armant, which was lauded for their absurd durability. Eventually, Apollo's attention shifted to the hamr in Asteroth's hand as he clenched his fist.
'Speculating won't help. In this case, it's best to test out my theories in person,' Apollo thought to himself. In the next mont, he once again utilized the Umbra Phantom Mantle at the Triple Mirage level, creating two other phantasmal images of himself.
During his rush, each of the phantasms executed a strong smash simultaneously in which Asteroth countered by unleashing a ferocious swing. A blast of destructive energy collided against Apollo's smash. If one looked closely, they'd realize the destructive energy possessed nurous spikes siumilar to Asteroth's hamr.
It was only for an instant, but a standstill occurred before being followed up by a gradual cracking nose. Besides Apollo's actual body, each of the phantasms showed signs of fragnting as a ghastly fu leaked from their body.
However, Apollo didn't flinch as he used this fu to create a screen of darkness. The screen obscured Apollo's movent, but it was only for a short while as it couldn't bear the onslaught of Asteroth's destructive thod.
Nevertheless, the screen served its purpose. By the ti Asteroth blew away the smokescreen, Apollo's true figure was no longer in from Asteroth but at his back. Once he arrived there, Apollo imdiately tested out the Conqueror's Arms first effect.
Apollo summoned a miniature version of the Dominator's Clutch, except there was a condensation before the knuckles as it ford into a fist. Understanding that Asteroth's reaction speed was unusually rapid, Apollo didn't waste any ti in launching the attack.
A horrifying sound occurred as the miniaturized claw smashed into Asteroth's back, sending him flying. However, there was no impact on the ground, which caused Apollo's eyes to narrow.
'That attack was stronger than anything I've unleashed thus far, yet he managed to alleviate the force of the attack by the ti he neared the ground? How so…' Apollo wondered while cracking his knuckles with evident excitent apparent on his expression.
Although Asteroth proved to be a difficult opponent, Apollo had no complaints. After all, in fights like these, he made the most advancents. For example, he had already co across one of the techniques affiliated with his bloodline.
anwhile, Asteroth brandished his hamr while looking at Apollo with a toothy grin. "That technique you just used cos from your bloodline, doesn't it? So do those arms because I am quite familiar with them. Except, in my mories, they were much more dangerous."
"Unfortunately, I am far from the level that exists in your mories. However, we both know I'm not the only one," Apollo said with a faint smile. As a result, Asteroth's cheeky grin disappeared.
The effects of ti was sothing even his Aura of Destruction couldn't resist. Without the proper ans to maintain his power, Asteroth was well aware that his power diminished steadily. Be that as it may, it didn't an he enjoyed Apollo pointing out this matter.
"Tch, what do you know? You don't know the half of my original or even that old man by your side. At most, you know the shared stories; you don't know the firsthand experience," Asteroth said. Afterward, he lifted his hamr in front of his body before tracing a circle half the size of his torso.
A ring of blazing fire appeared, followed by Asteroth's nacing grin. "Since you're revealing more of your abilities, I shall do so as well. At the very least, I hope you fare well."
Suddenly, the crimson ring of flas adopted a black color as it condensed. Soon enough, it was the sa size as the face of Asteroth's hamr. Once it reached this size, Asteroth rotated his body and slamd the hamr against the dreadful ring, propelling it at a frightening montum.
The speed of the ring was absurd, but that wasn't the worst of it. After traveling a distance away from Asteroth's body, it experienced another compression series. It happened so far that Apollo wasn't able to react to it as the ring ignited with zero indication.
The ignition caused a vast sphere of destruction to take place while the blazing flas reflected in Asteroth's eyes. "Ahahaha! Surely that wasn't enough to deal with you. It was simply fire with a dash of destruction, nothing too overwhelming."
Despite the appearance of the blast and the scene of fiery carnage that ensued, Asteroth noticed a standing figure within the floating ashes. Besides the figure, Asteroth also noticed a black mass that was hard to see through the dark smoke.
Conversely, Apollo's dark eyes glead within the ash as two clasped claws spread apart, revealing his heavily burnt body. Although he quickly summoned two colossal claws to defend against the incoming blast, it happened quicker than he expected.
'Even my Languish Perception wasn't enough to sense that blast in ti. Just what is this eerie principle behind all of his attacks? Even if he controls the power behind the attack, they occur at a bizarre pace. Is Amduscias really the master of Acceleration?'
In Apollo's opinion, Amduscias's Aura of Acceleration didn't hold a candle to what Asteroth perford. At least in Amdsucias's case, Apollo could track his movents due to the linear pattern and the almost imperceptible delay before his great burst of speed.
Yet, in Asteroth's case, none of his attacks revealed signs of sudden acceleration. It was almost as if the attacks teleported before him at the rate they were going.
"Ah, you survived. But, my friend, you look a little charred! Ahaha! How can a demon with the power of Ira flowing through their veins suffer injuries from flas? Tsk tsk, what a sha. That purity must really be lacking if that's the case," Asteroth said.
From his tone, it was clear that Asteroth enjoyed his current situation. Nevertheless, Apollo rely looked down at his scorched arms as they healed at a visible rate. 'More… this is far from enough.'
Suddenly, a surge of darkness appeared around Apollo as he lifted his head, five phantasms phased from his body followed by a tempest of dark winds as Apollo activated the highest level of the Umbra Phantom Mantle―the Six Phantasm Shifts.
However, Apollo's actions didn't stop there as he exhaled a turbulent stream of condensed steam. It was almost as if his insides were boiling by how dense the mist was. The two colossal claws resonated with Apollo in the next mont as they condensed repeatedly while floating toward his arms.
The black and silver accents on Apollo's eye-catching arms expanded as they assimilated with the claws, creating a different environnt around Apollo. A feeling of dread and domination perated the atmosphere, which caused Asteroth to stop laughing.
"Eh?"
Asteroth rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things because the current form of Apollo's Conqueror Arms were the ones in his mories! In other words, the effects of this technique could turn out to be potentially lethal!
"Surprise surprise! This little boy is full of joyous surprises!"
Asteroth perford an explosive dash towards Apollo, stopping him from reveling in the power produced from this overlapping. Since he was unable to enjoy the feeling, Apollo scoffed before taking a step back.
Just as he perford the step, Asteorth arrived before him, unleashing a relentless swing. However, confidence filled Apollo, compelling him to smile as he swung his arm to the side.
At the sa ti, crimson lines appeared on Apollo's body, symbolizing the activation of his Infernal Ira Stigmata, which in turn increased Apollo's strength by a considerable amount. The end result was sothing that even Asteroth hadn't estimated!
Bang!
Apollo swatted Asteroth out of the air, punching him into a boulder not too far away. Unlike the previous strike, Asteroth didn't have ti to destroy the force before his face was planted into a rock.
Be that as it may, Asteroth imdiately sprang from the debris as if he hadn't received any hit.
"Whoa! I didn't expect such a heavy blow.. Let's play so more little boy! I can't seem like a wimp who can't take a punch. Take one as well!"
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