"GLURGRRPP...
With the sound of gurgling blood and molten lava coming from rciless’ pierced throat and the lava itself striking the floor, scorching the earth below, rciless’ whole body began to develop enormous sores from both inside and outside as his skin deteriorated and his red crystal-like bones beca visible. He twitches in anguish; everything was burning; he could feel his entire inside being boiled and steaming from inside out.
Lava blood red was even pouring out from the vacant eye socket as well.
At this ti, every orifice in his body, even his pores, was leaking bloody molten lava from every conceivable angle. And then he heard it: a man’s voice, which he mistook for a ghost coming back to haunt him.
"There you are, you obnoxious microbe, so this is your true body; well, then, I will not let you leave my grasp now that I caught you, you bastard. Let us see how you enjoy it when you are forced to play on soone else’s playground."
[Shine: Star of Glory]
The instant those words left Zakcry’s lips, the molten lava surrounding rciless’ impaled form began to expand, engulfing him in a lava sphere and swallowing him whole until they were abruptly gone from the location itself.
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Albedo’s rciless eyes t with a gloomy surrounding; the sky above was empty of stars, yet a vast solar eclipse encompassed them; his thumbs touched sothing cool, but sothing was lacking from the experience itself. And when he peered down, he was shocked to find himself seated on the surface of a glowing, crimson ocean that seed to stretch indefinitely.
But what drew his attention at first was the abundance of weapons in this strange space; nevertheless, they were all biological weapons consisting of flesh, bones, and blood. And by around him, he ans underneath him, for each weapon radiates unique power and has its own presence as if it were alive. They were floating in every part of the space in the water underneath.
Albedo rciless, of course, already had a general notion of what this was when he groaned and muttered.
"No wonder this one is a problem; with his attacks and now this strang space, he’s a fucking Azamite. Hehe... I never expected to stumble into one of those dangerous motherfuckers so early in the ga."
Albedo rciless said, but his statent was overheard, and a voice responded.
"Based on your eyes, I believe you are a Michellian... Just my luck, you will not only be a pain in the ass to kill but also a hazardous pain in the ass. However, why do you resemble the brat Albedo of clan Loviatar? You are certainly not him; that youngster cannot perform anything as complex and mad as this; such a refined alteration of matter must have required years of training to perfect at this level; you are extrely powerful indeed."
Zakcry remarked to rciless, who had just realized he had forgotten to change the color of his eyes, but it didn’t matter since dead n don’t tell tales.
"Hmm, how did you do it?"
rciless asked Zakcry a puzzled question, to which he chuckled and responded.
"If you’re asking how I survived, the answer is a simple one. I didn’t; you killed with that final strike and took all of my souls, but I can always rise from the dead; from there is always another chance."
Zakcry responded, keeping his response brief and cryptic. This adversary was clearly not going to divulge his abilities, which was a wise decision. To show your strength to an opponent is like to saying, "Okay, bro, this is how you can kill ." It was a silly thing to do, but vampires with huge egos are known to do things like that from ti to ti.
’Hmm... from what I’ve seen, this guy can create biological weapons and armor; the question, however, is whether it’s his ichor or a magical nature. The possibility of it being sothing else outside the boundaries of the various abilities in this universe was also a possibility.’
rciless thought to himself; after all, he was in a situation where the tables had been turned against him. He knew this wasn’t a good situation to be in at all; an Azamite in their own kingdom is essentially god, as they can manipulate this personal space that is cut off from the very rules of the universe itself however they want, and according to his mories, so Azamites can even implent laws in their kingdom to give them a buff, or so kind of advantage.
’Hmm, I can still feel my CD, but I can’t get out of this place, and there is no way for to break free from this imaginary space from the outside either, since that’s what it is: an imaginary spatial region.’
’In simpler terms, it does not exist in the real world, but rather in the caster’s thoughts; such an envious and dangerous racial trait to possess, but no worries, I will take this racial ability for myself as well; of course, that will be as soon as I eat him, even if I have to kill him a million more tis, I don’t know how his immortality base power works.’
’But if he is anything like myself, his ans of resurrection must have a realistic limit or weakness. And with Ana’s mories and my mories, I saw through my soul, which Father fused with her conceptual realm.’
’So, I can say without a single shred of doubt, there is always a flaw with these sorts of powers. I do not believe there is such a thing as a true immortal; everyone, including the gods, has weaknesses; even my own father, who is the closest thing to absolutely unkillable, can be killed with the grace series he made.’
’Heheh... so no Crimson Dawn to assist , ha? Ehehehe.. ohhh well! It does not matter either way; I will eventually adapt if push co to shove.’
With those remarks, Albedo rciless began to take on a battle form, transforming both arms into huge swords covered with radiation lighting. His hair turned whip-like as it glowed purple. Soon after, he began to grow an extra pair of arms, but with gigantic black dire wolf claws, with the claw tips heated with plasma to the point they beca akin to lasers.
Behind him, Black Tail began to split into eight smaller, distinct tails. Each of these tail tips features a pointed, stiff spearhead that is likewise heated by plasma, while around the many tails themselves are many crimson-colored bone-like hooks.
Finally, a familiar-looking scarlet energy engulfed Albedo rciless, just as it had Zane during their combat. On that note, his eyes closed; of course, his regular sight was worthless, as such; he was switching to his mind’s eye as everything began to shift into outlines, providing him with an even more detailed perspective. In his current state, all open and blind areas were gone; he could perceive everything around him, leaving no possibility for surprise attacks.
However, similar to what rciless was capable of achieving inside his Crimson Dawn, the Azamite pulled it off as well, because rciless began to hear his voice being projected from every corner of this space.
"Your position has improved, Michellelian; you now appear to be a courageous fighter rather than a coward. Very good; now then I will answer in kind; do not disappoint now."
Zakcry, declared as rciless remained silent, for that was when the crimson water in front of him began to rise and gain shape, eventually morphing into a humanoid figure. And out of it erged Zakcry, but unlike previously, he was wearing entirely new armor.
The black figure stood imposingly, emanating a sense of fear and might. He was a marvel to behold, dressed in obsidian armor that absorbed light from all around him. The armor, constructed with baroque detail, appeared old and unearthly. Each item was decorated with swirling patterns and sharp, jagged edges, alluding to the deadly force hidden within.
A ragged, dark cloak hung over his shoulders, adding to his ominous appearance. It spread out behind him like a fallen angel’s wings; he looked like an imposing man who has won many battles of long-fought wars and hard-earned wins. His helt, with its terrifying visor, completely obscured his face, leaving only the image of his eyes glowing with an awful light. Spikes protruded from the helt, giving it the impression of a black crown suitable for a king of shadows.
In his right hand, he held a gigantic sword nearly as tall as himself. The blade, a wonder of fatal beauty, had a serpentine shape with serrated edges. The hilt was designed to resemble a dragon, with red ruby eyes that glead ominously. The sword’s guard also had elaborate carvings.
Every aspect of his armor appeared to be alive, pulsing with a black force that echoed through the air. Chains and rings studded his waist, clinking quietly with each step. His huge, reinforced boots crushed the dirt beneath him with each stride, giving his route an air of inevitability.
rciless, watch on goosebumps running up his spine and beads of perspiration streaming down his face; this was a sensation he was all too familiar with, first with those blessed Bloodshine that made this life possible for him, and then with Zane, both tis when he was close to death.
And yet, here he is, still standing and very much alive; the disparity in strength was very clear, and rciless could feel it, his instincts screaming at him to flee. However, a single thought crossed his mind at that mont.
"And despite all that, I live...hehe... Hehe. If today be my day I die, then let yours be tomorrow."
"Because when I co back, I’m coming back for blood... I can’t die; I always co back, but you know... Ughhh... dying is such a bitch!!"
rciless overca his trepidation and charged head-on. His claws and blade were ready for a fight as he charged towards Zakcry at light speed. Zakcry, on the other hand, looked at rciless as he assud a combat posture, a darker blue-purple aura covering his sword and intensifying it to the point where the blade itself took on the hue of the very aura that surrounds it.
The sound of a woman whispered in Zakcry’s ears.
’Outpout has reached 430%, father.’
’That is great, my daughter. Now, then, Oblivion, let’s show this faceless bastard how a real warrior does battle.’
With those words spoken, the aura intensifies almost tenfold, and with one sideway strike of the sword, the blade shoots forth a bluish-purple laser blade that cuts space itself. The strike was instant, and before rciles knew it, he was cut in half, both his lower and upper bodies burning away under the heat of a dark blue fla.
His body was burning away indefinitely, and he was disappearing at that instant. rciless opens his mouth, and his tongue transforms into another replica of himself, which swiftly detaches from the mouth and jumps back into the fight.
As the flesh he parted with burned away into nothing, not leaving even ashes behind.
’Note to self, that sword is bad news; my body is highly resilient and similarly resistant to certain levels of heat, but it burned away my flesh and bones like it was nothing, and very rapidly at that.’
rciless murmured to himself as he closed the gap imdiately by utilizing his coordinator to teleport instantly, knowing the coordinates for everything within a 1000-kiloter radius via mind eye.
This surprised Zakcry because he didn’t perceive any spatial interference, but rciless was still able to close the space in front of him in a mont, and rciless swung his hand downward without warning. However, when his attack impacted Zakcry in the neck with full power, he believed he had delivered a death blow. However, like a dog attempting to bite tal in two and breaking its teeth in the process, rciless’ arm blade broke in two as it twisted and flew to the side, while Zakcry remained fully unhard.
’What the hell is this armor made out of?’
rciless questioned, profoundly surprised by Zakcry’s armor, which was so hard that even a full-power attack from him did not harm him in the slightest.
Zakcry, on the other hand, lifted his head at rciless. At this mont, ti had almost stopped for both of them. But at that mont, Zakcry spoke, and rciless listened.
"A fighter can be many things, but a warrior is not one of them; choosing aningless conflicts without sacrificing one’s life at the cost of battle is not the warrior’s way. As a result, a fighter cannot kill a warrior, for a fighter does not know what death truly is."
"And you, who hide behind that scarlet Stein world, is not a fighter. But a coward with a desire to fight, we are not the sa. But enough talking; I’ll just beat the facts of life into you and consign you to oblivion myself."
And so said, so done. Since the following instance, Zakcry whirled his body about and unleashed a massive, powerful, and bone-crunching back-kick to rciless’s stomach, causing him to spit out blood, sending rciless soaring in the air. rciless, on the other hand, was able to slow himself down by developing a pair of succubus wings to anchor and counteract his motion.
But just as he regained his footing, Zakcry was in front of him, swinging for rciless’ head, but rciless was able to reply just in ti, his thought process speeding up to its limits as he used his arm shield he built earlier the night against the goblins. However, they hardly hold up, and Zakcry was able to chop through them with considerable ease. He also hacked off half of Albedo rciless’ head in the process with a single swing.
A shockwave exits the blade due to motion, arcing the water while it continues to cut space as before.
rciless was surprised to see that even fortifying his shield with aether did not protect him from the sword, overriding his spatial immunity. And, as before, flas began to burn away at his body, this ti from above and from his arm, but determined to live, rciless transford into a swarm of cockroaches as he flew in many directions, so of the flas produced by Oblivion consuming and erasing the majority of the cockroaches. However, less than half managed to escape the flas.
And these surging cockroaches began to multiply so quickly that there was a sea of them flying in the air.
Zakcry glanced up, his emotions unknown, but his balant insults were as active as ever.
"That form really suit you."
"So hard to get rid of, haha... oh well, you being hard to kill actually makes this all the more enjoyable."
"Tsk!! You are the last person I would ever want to hear sothing like that from; if anything, you are as resilient as a roach."
"Hmmm, well, we shall see who is the cockroach after one of us kicks the bucket!!"
Zakcry proclaid loudly, raising his palms towards the enormous sea of roaches. The crimson water beneath his armored boots began to ripple as a plethora of biological weapons appeared from beneath the ocean depths at his command.
There were many different weapons, all of which appeared to be alive due to their biological nature and presentation; so were swords, others were spears and shields with mace and axes, but there were also guns, siege weapons, and modern weapons such as tanks and missiles, if he had to guess what the last bits were based on their shape and form, but they were all in biological form.
These weapons all appeared to have their own power; so were drenched in flas, so in ice, others vibrated uncontrollably, and he could see one manipulating gravity and another with a distinctive appearance that seed to freeze ti in its presence. He had terrible feelings about all of them.
But suddenly the weapon began to adjust mid-air as they took aim, and with a single command, Zakcry said.
"Get rid of him, my children; the one who kills him, I will promote them to a bishop."
And as if in response to their father’s words, all of the weapons began to erupt with strength, their deadly killing intent all aid toward rciless, plainly fueled by excitent at this news.
’Fathers bishop.’
’We must kill this roach; we must, must.’
’Yeah to murder.’
’For father, we must bring father glory!!’
Each weapon was adequately inspired as they began to fly towards rciless at incredible speed; thunder was heard and many flies were vaporized; the cracking sound of ice could be heard; and the environnt froze at the hamr’s presence, converting everything its aura touched to snow. A trendous explosion can be heard, and several firearms with various rounds are shooting at the flying roaches, shredding them to pieces.
The roaches attempted to evade, but it was impossible. Finally, all of the roaches were annexed. Or so Zakcry thought because, suddenly, using Coordinator, a single roach survived the onslaught as it approached at lightning speed. A large amount of energy was present within the roach’s cells, and the mont it made contact with Zakcry, a massive explosion engulfed him whole.
The explosion itself was similar to a nuclear bomb going off, with an enormous blaze engulfing Zakcry’s entire being for a kiloter around him and a trendous shockwave spreading from all directions. The heat from the massive, twirling fireball was even hotter than the sun’s very surface.
On the other hand, the fragnts of cell remnants floating in the air began to repair, and a body of flesh, bones, and blood was soon visible; it took him 5 seconds to reassemble his body from seemingly nothing.
rciless looked onward, a frustrated look on his face, when he saw Zakcry begin to walk out of the giant fireball. Looking at him, he was completely fine; there was not a single scratch evident on his body, much less his armor at all. It was as if all his attacks were sohow rendered useless the mont they ca in contact with Zakcry.
This, of course, made rciless begin to speak up.
"And you call the roach, you invunerable bastard."
The sound of Zakcry’s armor could be heard vividly with every stride, Oblivion on his shoulder; Zakcry, on the other hand, responded to rciless’ statent.
"Whine all you want, Michellian, as long as you stand before the star of glory. I will never know defeat; in here, I am at my peak; to be honest, I am hardly trying since I am just using a re 30% of my power; nonetheless, if this is the best you can show , I must admit that I am quite disappointed."
On that note rciless caugth on to sothing in her words.
’Star of glory....hmm... wait could it be?’
rciless spoke as he began to glance up, his gaze fixed on the massive eclipse that blazed above them. However, upon closer study, the eclipse itself did not appear to be an eclipse, but rather a black sphere engulfed by eerie flas.
’I see, so that’s how it is, this mother fucker is utilizing so strange ability to boost his defense; well, that may be one component, so if I get rid of that star, I might have a fighting chance. However, that is easier said than done; this man has defenses in every possible corner, below and above, and he is at the epicenter, tsk... this is a genuinely troubling scenario.’
Albedo rciless said to himself, quickly realizing the unfair situation he found himself in.
And yet...
He didnt felt scared at all...
No sothing was different here...
Sothing profound: the odds were against him, the enemy was strong, and so was there defense.
Even yet, rciles began to smile gleefully, his sclera becoming black and the brilliant blue shining brighter. If one looks at the eyes, they appear precisely like Michelle’s.
’Agh... my blood, it’s singing... it’s boiling; what is this sensation of delight? What is this great sense of satisfaction? At this rate, I’m going to die, and yet, I’m so fricking happy right now.’
’More... more...moremoremoremoremoremoremoremoreMORRRREE!! I want to feel more of this sensation, ghraaa!! Show Azamite, show more.’
"Hahahaha... I’m not dead yet; co on, you unkillable bastard, try to kill if you can. No, I personally implore you. Yes! Yesss! YESSSZZZ!! I implore you to murder , strike , tear apart, and burn alive; I will accept it all. Let us bathe in one another’s blood; the aroma of iron is at its best when raw from the wound."
"Typical Michellian conduct, but I like the expression on your face; perhaps you are now seeing things my way. I suppose you can learn very well, so let show you what it ans to be a warrior. Before death, one should not shudder; think of death not as an end but as confirmation of one’s efforts. Death should not be feared but rather embraced, as I shall reward you with a warrior’s view of it firsthand."
"Prepare yourselves, Michellian. If you do not take seriously, you will die. However, if you survive this, I will acknowledge you as a fellow warrior worthy of shedding blood upon the war-infected dirt, for the battlefield is not biased toward the gallant."
A warrior, ha, well, I really don’t care what you think of , but I will say this: you are strong. But I cannot afford to lose this fight, to kill the gods, to exact my just retribution, and to restore my predecessors’ glory. "I’ll have to defeat you right here and right now."
rciless said, to which Zakcry smiled behind his helt as if he were please at the sigth before him.
"Good, that is the way, Michellian !! We all have sothing we fight for; my ambition is to reach the star itself. I took this exam not to beco a spawn, but to seek greater enjoynt by fighting the strong; this is why I beca a vampire; everyone I’ve known has died before the star of glory. I want to push myself to the maximum and gain strength as I progress through this thing called life. I was unbeatable when I was alive, but now that I am dead, I am unreachable."
"If you don’t see the end to this. Then let it be known to just you. That in your dying seconds of unlife, I, Zakcry, Supre General of the House of Cinderfall, representing the concept of Glory, was the one who sent you to Oblivion’s embrace."
Zakcry announced this loudly as his posture straightened, and when Oblivion was hoisted over his head, the dark bluish-purple aura blazed into a blue fla, lighting the world in blue. The blade stood solid, and rciless looked at it with mixed feelings; he was thinking about a variety of things, most notably how to escape this onslaught.
"This guy is far more stronger than I originally thought."
"But besides all that, compared to every attack I have faced till now, this thing is by far the most dangerous one I have personally co in contact with."
rciless remarked to himself as he began to consider a way out of this; the only option was Ophelia’s ultimate veil, but for so reason, he didn’t want to use it; sothing was telling him not to, almost as if doing so would be a mistake he would forever regret, leaving him with little alternative but to confront this straight on.
And then it hit him.
’That right, I have yet to try that.’
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’Father!’
"Yes my child?"
’Output has exceeded 10,000%; 1/10th of my capacity has been reached. Would you like to progress the charge further?’
Zakcry responded imdiately to this, as he said.
"No, this is good; this percentage was the sa amount I gathered that one ti when I one-shot the infant negative dragon. If he survives this, it signifies he possesses the fortitude of a dragon."
"But either way, let’s get this over with."
With those words said, Zakcry began to say a chant a series of complex circles began to form around the blade itself as they rotate fastly.
[By the Howling Abyss, I Call! Oblivion, Devourer of Stars, hear my oath! From the depths of creation, I call the hungry dark! Let the glorious choir scream in your wake! Consu their brilliance, and power the everlasting night! Unleash the Annihilating Pyre! Let their brightness beco their pyre! All will cease to exist under Oblivion’s grip!]
"Sing and embrace the void, Oblivionnnn!!!"
At that instant, the world beca silent as a dazzling, dark, and ominous bluish-purple light of pure negative energy swirled like a tornado, cutting through the air, space, and even the world of the Azamite kingdom itself. As a massive amount of unimaginable negative energy rained down on Albedo rciles. The onslaught roared like a beast, exploding and beginning to burn and obliterate everything at the physical, spiritual, ntal, and even conceptual levels.
The ominous light consud everything, as nothing was spared from Oblvion’s grip. Suddenly, a massive explosion erupted, and the entire dinsion began to shake under the attack. Reality broke, no, it was being burned away, space began to disappear as many weapons; and even the crimson ocean itself began to burn away from existence.
And now, all that is, beca all that was.
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