After Marcus' first strike against the undead scepter, the Ghost King attempted to keep his distance from him.
Hundreds of baleful specters flew out of the top of the malignant weapon and flew towards Marcus.
Each one was between level forty and level fifty and possessed dangerous abilities that could easily kill most people with a single touch.
Nevertheless, to Marcus they were simply a minor inconvenience. With his phantom pressure he crushed their souls a dozen at a ti and realized them from the eternal tornt that they had been experiencing trapped within the undead scepter.
"Eclipse Reaper."
Channeling all of the power of his Supre Skill into his scythe, Marcus unleashed one of his strongest attacks and ripped through the defensive powers that the Ghost King was attempting to protect himself and his weapon with.
He then swung his forging hamr again and slamd it into another weak point in the undead weapon.
More minor cracks spread out from the point of impact and a dreadful screech resounded through the area.
In response Ariba cast a powerful spell he had been preparing to eliminate Marcus in one go.
"Polar Abyss."
An unbelievable wave of cold energy erupted and froze everything in its path as the Ghost King released his tier nine ice magic spell. Even his own conjured minions were not free from the effects.
Still, despite the imnse power behind the spell, it failed to stop or even hinder the individual that it was ant for.
"Fla Emperor."
Wreathed in dark purple flas, the ice that had frozen everything else retreated away from Marcus.
The frost continued to squirm and move to consu him, but the imnse heat he was generating kept it at bay.
"That one managed to give a little scare. Thankfully, I'm pretty used to deal with ice magic already." Marcus said with a smirk.
Arriba responded to his taunt with another horrid wail ant to destroy the souls of those that heard it. Never since he beca a ghost king had he been so insulted.
In rapid succession he conjured several more spells ranging from tier four to tier six. They lacked the power of his Polar Abyss but were able to be launched quickly.
Still, Marcus repelled each attack with relative ease. The spells were powerful but lacked coordination. Each one was only being used to attack with sheer force. There was no finesse in the assault.
"Your strong, but you clearly have no real experience with fighting."
Once he had gotten close again after weaving through and deflecting all of his opponent's attacks, Marcus tore apart Arriba's defense again, and struck the scepter with his hamr a third ti.
His latest attack against the undead weapon caused a new reaction compared tot eh first two tis. Instead of a cacophony of screams from tortured souls sealed inside of it, the bulbous flesh top burst apart.
Unfortunately, this was not because Marcus had finally destroyed the blasphemous creation.
In order to better protect itself, the scepter released thousands of thin sinewy strands of decaying muscles that attacked the one trying to destroy it.
Seeing this happen, Marcus could not help but stare at this unsettling display with a look of disgust on his face.
Unable to stay close without being torn to shreds, this ti he was the one to back away.
Naturally the undead weapon pursued him relentlessly as he ran and soon had him trapped within a thick web of its muscle strands.
Yet instead of panicking, Marcus just smiled as he was less than a second away from being impaled by thousands of needlelike threads of muscle.
Just before he was hit, he leaned back and fell through what looked like a black tear in space.
When he reappeared through another Dark Portal, he was standing right next to the Ghost King and poised to attack.
"Crescent Moon Strikes."
A fast series of attacks pierces through Arriba's restored barriers and caused a decent amount of damage to him.
This was not Marcus' goal though. The instant he had montarily incapacitated his enemy, he turned his attention back towards the scepter and slamd his fla covered hamr into it with greater force than any of his other attacks.
Far larger cracks ford along the boney shaft of the abominable weapon and less of a scream and more of a whimper escaped from it.
Of course, the scepter and Arriba did not just wait and allow Marcus to get in another attack. Both of them aid all of their wrath and their full might towards him imdiately after his strike.
Before either of them could reach him though, he had already turned into a ball of light and moved shot away in a bright flash.
"Just three or four more hits ought to do it." Marcus muttered to himself when he reappeared after using his Light Speed Movent to escape his adversaries' retaliation.
A fierce volley of attacks sped towards him the second Arriba and the undead weapon keyed in on his new location.
Unlike before, now they did not commit their all to offense and were wary of Marcus' Dark Portal and Light Speed Movent unique skills.
"Why won't you obey ?!"
His hand raised; the Ghost King had been trying to control Marcus since their first clash.
Normally he should have been able to command most undead weaker than him, and his ability was especially potent against other ghosts.
Thankfully, Marcus being a great spirit as well as having the Sound Mind unique skill protected him from having his will suppressed by Arriba. Had he still only been an unbound ghost like when he first arrived on Mirrion, his fate already would have been sealed. Instead, all he felt was an annoying buzzing sound in his head.
"Death Dance."
After maneuvering around the battlefield and avoiding several attacks, Marcus was confident that he could reach his target again and activated one of his attack skills to cut his way towards Arriba.
The fearful Ghost King slipped into the ground below to attempt to escape, but he found this trick to be useless against soone that could just as easily slip into the earth.
Easily catching up to his fleeing enemy, Marcus used his spectral arm to grab Arriba and hold him in place montarily.
Still, intangible the undead weapon sent several deadly attacks at Marcus desperately, but he evaded or blocked all of them.
With another mighty blow he smashed the scepter with his hamr.
The force of the blow caused small fragnts to break off the abhorrent creation, and weapon and wielder went flying upwards back towards the surface.
Marcus followed close behind, ready to unleash a barrage of attacks against the undead weapon until it finally was annihilated.
Except, just before he could deliver the finishing blows his danger sense started blaring in the back of his mind.
Heeding the warning he was receiving; he stopped his montum and flew backwards as quickly as he could.
A second later he watched a giant athros mace head attached to a chain fly past him.
The powerful strike crashed into a nearly collapsed wall and shattered it into dust. Showing just how much force was behind the blow. Had Marcus taken the attack, he would have been dealt quite a bit of damage.
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