The sound of Klauses voice forced an imdiate break between the two fighting parties, as they jumped back.
At a quick glance, several things could been seen, Damon had several items of his amour broken into and several dents in his helt causing bleeding, he was badly bruised….on the contrary Franklin who had started the fight first was a lot less damaged.
Aside from the trace of blood rolling down his forehead, he was barely injuried.
"That was embarrassing" Franklin smirked bitterly.
Guilliman wasn't any better than the both of them, he was also injured, with the sleeve of his uniform torn off and several lacerations appearing all around his clothes and skin.
Yet….he was the winner of this exchange.
If anyone was asked if a purple fighter could fight against one an emrald they would be simiply laughed at for being a frog in a well. But here Guiliman was, standing after fighting two insanely talented erald fighters to a standstill without using his aspect.
"Indeed" Damons voice resounded from within his helt as he turned around and simply walked off, not paying any mind to the fight. He soon reached the corner of the room and sat down.
"Hehe.." Franklin laughed bitterly and shook his head before doing the sa.
They could no longer interfere with this exchange, it was now up to Guilliman and Klaus.
"You think you've done sothing extraordinary don't you? So what….are you going to fight
now?" Klaus asked a mocking expression on his face.
If Guilliman thought that after showing so much talent he would let him go? He was delusional. Especially with Thane en tow.
Completely ignoring the Klaus, Guilliman turned to the old devil and said.
"Let
that a look at that spear for a minute"
A white tempered armant was techinically an S Ranked weapon though it couldn't be compared with an S Ranks slayers, it was sothing.
"Hmp!!" With a bit of hesitation the old devil stretched his hand forward and passed the silver spear to Guilliman.
He already had other things in place, if they really needed to escape, he could make it happen.
"You think that can save you? Can you even wield sothing that powerful kid?" Klaus asked slowly standing up from his seat.
He wasn't just a shelter leader anymore….if he truly wanted he could stage a takeover of this entire place and do what the ravens lord did all those centuries ago. If he truly wanted he could beco unstoppable.
Allowing Guilliman to stand up to him in such a brazen manner was counter productive right now….he would have to put him in his place.
"I….maybe not. But what about him?" Guilliman smirked and started summoning a ghostly apparition. It was slowly coming into being….but not quite….
However, the Blacksteel lords face suddenly fell, as he recognized the shape. The authentic version is on M|V|LEMPY_R.
Thane.
Imdiately the room was filled with killing intent... the type and intensity that would causing any sane man to crumble.
But…for so reason, Guilliman didn't even flinch, he stared at Klaus without a hint of remorse as Thanes figure materialized Completely.
"You dare?!!!" Klaus shouted shaking the entire hall as his blood boiled with rage.
All these years he had tried several thods to revive Thane, trying his best to remove him from Guillimans control. But ti and ti again he failed. Repeatedly infact.
Seeing him here now was a testant to his failures to save his son and it was frustrating.
"Hm? You don't have the right to be angry anymore old man. The day you decided I would be your slave for three years, you signed a contract to let
have his soul after the fact" Guilliman sneered repliing bluntly.
Yes, Guilliman wasn't under captivity for so long, doing the bidding of the old man for no reason. To him it was an exchange. Three years of his life for a lifeti of Thanes after life.
This was the old man had unknowingly struck.
"You…." The Blacksteel lords eyes bead with hatred in an instant as he imdiately rushed forward.
Seeing this, Guilliman phased through thanes apparition behind him and allowed him to clash with the Blacksteel lord directly.
-boom!!
With the spear in hand, Thane took the full force of his fathers attack without a hint of emotion in his eyes. Thane was equivalent to an A Ranked fighter at the very peak. He's combination with the ravens lord and growth through the past 3 years had seen him attain strength far beyond what he originally had.
With the help of the white tempered armant he could got toe to toe with the Blacksteel lord.
But only barely.
Boom
He was sent flying a few ters back but ultimately stuck the landing.
"I'm going to kill you!!" Instead of facing thane, the BlackSteel lord turned his attention back to Guilliman. He had never felt like killing the brat as much as he did now.
With a forced wave of his hand, he forced the collar around Guillimans neck to constrict causing pain to shoot up his head and him to fall to the floor.
These collars were a special product from the playbook of Klaus's forr slavers. However it had been I loved upon for years by him and was nearly impossible to break through.
This collar was one of the hurdles Guilliman would need to cross to co out on top in this fight.
But it wasn't like he didn't co prepared
"Slitherin" he called out causing a strange moss to grow around his neck and continue growing, dispite the collar's constriction, the moss was able to keep it at bay allowing guilliman space to breath.
This of course wasn't a permanent solution to his current predicant.
"End it!!" Guilliman cursed standing to his feet as he matched the gaze of the Blacksteel lord who had just punched through Thanes lower abdon causing him to temporarily dissipate.
"Futile, everything you do is futile, you will be my slave forever or you will die" Klaus mocked a look of anger painted all over his face.
He couldn't lie about how much he hated guilliman, but he also understood that he was the only thing keeping thanes soul intact. He had to control him until he found a way.
However…..would Guilliman agree to such an agreent? He would have to force him.
"You think you're invincible because you're now S Ranked? Hate to burst your bubble but you're not the first S Rank to exist. Not in the alliance….not in ravens keep, and certainly not here" Guillimans lip curled into a malevolent smile as he summoned sothing.
Behind him, a giant serpentine monster rose releasing a terrifying aura. It slt like death, it radiated heat and dryness…everything about it scread hell ish and the blacksteel lord knew it.
He knew IT
"You…." At the sight of it he froze.
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