Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
“Final Chapter - Blood Bird!”
The Sword Tip of Cross Sword suddenly transformed into a sharp bird's beak, piercing through the air with intense flames aimed at the head of Bald Man.
With his body restrained, he stared at the impending crisis, a hint of madness gradually appearing in his eyes.
“You will not trap me!!!!”
With a roar, he violently shook his entire body, pulling both hands forcefully to the sides. A pitch-black rune flashed between his hands.
‘Crack!’
His entire body quickly turned a pale blue. A strong aura of death emanated from him.
‘Chirp’
‘Boom!!!’
Amidst the shrill cries that tore through the air, the bird's beak pierced through his chest, and the blazing flames quickly turned the penetrated area into char and ash.
However, despite the gaping wound in his chest, Bald Man showed no signs of pain. His eyes glinted with malice as he looked at Freya, who had transformed into Firebird, suddenly extending his hand toward her while two syllables erupted from his throat.
‘Skarn!’
Still in the midst of her attack, Freya froze suddenly, a chilling sensation creeping up her back.
Instinctively turning around, she found a massive red eye had appeared behind her, its slit pupil fixed intently on her.
The pitch-black armor gleamed with a metallic luster.
However, with each touch from Freya, a thin wisp of smoke erupted slightly.
The Bald Man stood in the center with a sullen expression, his eyes constantly scanning, trying to catch a glimpse of Freya.
"Blazing Edge!"
Suddenly, with a low shout, Freya's swift figure abruptly froze, then lunged fiercely towards his back.
That was the spot she had identified as the weakest point in defense using Waltz; even now, it was too late to compensate with other smoke.
'Thud!!'
The Flame Lance's Cross Sword was driven hard into his back, immediately unleashing an extraordinary penetrating power.
With a crack, the previously solid smoke armor instantly spread out into a wide area of spiderweb-like cracks.
And this area continued to expand rapidly.
The Bald Man, who had been defending, suddenly changed his expression and let out a muffled groan.
The solid smoke exploded open, directly abandoning defense and transforming into several slender spikes that shot towards Freya.
Without thinking much, Freya immediately retracted her sword and retreated explosively.
'Swoosh!'
Two of the longest spikes actually broke through her defensive power and stabbed fiercely into Freya's chest.
An abnormal tearing sensation quickly spread across her chest.
However, even so, Freya's cold gaze remained unchanged.
Wielding the Cross Sword, she swiftly severed the two sharp spikes protruding from her chest, and then suddenly pulled out a fleshy object from her waist and threw it towards the Bald Man.
Seeing the object flying towards him, the Bald Man instinctively thrust his spikes forward.
"Thud!!"
Immediately, accompanied by a creature's shriek, a large amount of blood sprayed out.
Freya retreated from the attack range, a flash of Azure Light flickering in her eyes as she murmured an incantation.
With a loud bang, the moment the pierced flesh exploded, it transformed into a long blue serpent that quickly slithered up the spike towards him.
"A sealing spell!?"
Watching the rapidly approaching serpent, the Bald Man's face showed a hint of fear as he violently swung his spikes.
However, the blue serpent seemed to possess adhesive properties, almost instantly climbing up his body and wrapping around him quickly. It gradually transformed into a snake-like tattoo that tightly constricted his body.
Standing not far away, Freya saw the success of her spell. She paused for a moment before charging forward again.
A strong sense of danger emanated from her, and as she ran, patterns resembling birds gradually formed around her figure.
The sharp wind of her sword mixed with Azure Wind.
A sense of inexplicable fear surged within.
"Oh no."
Only a single thought flashed through her mind before Freya felt herself gripped tightly by a powerful force.
Intense flames quickly dissipated, and amidst the thick smoke, the Bald Man controlled a Giant Hand made of dark mist that firmly grasped Freya's body.
In his chest was a terrifying gaping hole the size of a human head, allowing one to see straight through from the front to the back.
Strangely, not a drop of blood flowed from this massive wound, and even though the bones inside were shattered, he did not fall.
He slightly lowered his head and touched the large hole in his chest, his face glowing with a pale bluish light.
"You actually managed to force me into this state. It seems I underestimated you. The Hunter from Taboli always has three people on each mission, so where are your other two companions?!"
At that moment, his voice was surprisingly hoarse and carried a faint echo.
This immediately made Freya understand that it was some kind of Spell he used to alter his physical condition.
"Could it be that my previous guess was wrong?"
She couldn't help but doubt herself. After all, two powerful First-Level Spells had almost instantly locked down all her chances to evade, especially that Eye of Fear; even her willpower had not been spared.
However, when Freya noticed the Bald Man's slightly pained expression, as if he were enduring something, she realized something.
The Bald Man looked at the silent Freya in his grasp, his eyes filled with impatience.
"Fine, if you won't, then just die!"
Suddenly, the giant claw tightened its grip.
Freya immediately felt her bones crackle under the pressure. Without hesitation, she recited a spell.
The mask she wore on her face trembled, and two faint red lights ignited in the empty eye sockets.
Freya felt as if the mask had slipped from her control, and her gaze was involuntarily fixed on the Bald Man's eyes.
"Cursed Sodium, Lord of Forbidden Death"
The inaudible whisper startled the Bald Man, who was about to kill Freya.
Suddenly, the red light from the mask flashed. A vague gray figure emerged and lunged at the Bald Man.
The surrounding light seemed to dim simultaneously, and shadows transformed into invisible Sharp Blades that fiercely stabbed toward him with the gray figure's attack.
"Damn it! This Shadow System Spell Hegel!?"
Seeing the figure rushing toward him, he immediately released Freya and turned to flee, layers of swirling black smoke enveloping him.
However, he hadn't run far when a spike formed from shadows, the Sharp Blade, pierced into his back.
'Szzzz!!!'
The sound of the Sharp Blade piercing continued relentlessly.
Before long, the shadows completely dissipated, revealing the Bald Man lying at an angle on the ground, his body riddled with Blood Holes.
Dark red blood pooled around him.
Even with the altered physique from the Spell, it was impossible to remain unscathed after such an intense assault.
After casting this shadow Spell, Freya felt as if a significant portion of her mental energy had been drained away. Her head throbbed, making her feel somewhat dizzy.
A minute passed before the pain began to ease.
She instinctively touched her mask, only to find it covered in a web of cracks.
With her touch, it began to crumble into fragments.
"Is this the Empowerment Spell?"
As she sensed the dissipating energy of the Shadow System in the air, Freya paused.
This unique energy fluctuation clearly belonged to a wizard's Empowerment Spell, and within it, Freya faintly detected a familiar scent.
Just moments ago, she thought she heard the Bald Man's scream.
"Hegel?"
In a daze, she seemed to understand the Source of this Empowerment Spell.
What surprised her was how powerful the Shadow System's magic could be.
She gently shook her head. Freya's gaze swept toward the Bald Man, who was still lying on the ground, his body still trying to recover.
Countless pools of blood were slowly flowing from the numerous black holes around him.
This attack was even more intense than the Ashfire Freya had used in her ambush.
However, if he had been prepared at that time, or if he hadn't used those two spells against Freya, which severely backfired on his mental strength, he might have been able to evade this sudden assault.
But he wasn't prepared, so Freya stood firmly in place while he lay on the ground.
Shaking off her somewhat disheveled body, she walked over to the Bald Man.
The black smoke surrounding him had become very thin, almost on the verge of collapse. However, his powerful physique kept him alive; his eyes, pierced through, were gradually recovering.
Frowning slightly, Freya raised her Cross Sword and suddenly thrust it toward the back of his head.
With a 'thud,' the sharp blade penetrated his brain.
Yet he merely trembled in pain; his body was still able to move.
Upon closer inspection of the wounds around him, Freya immediately understood why.
"This is a solidified Lich physique? No wonder his physical quality is so abnormal; even with severe brain damage, he won't die unless we find his hidden Life Box. Otherwise, this will be quite troublesome."
After a moment's thought, she swiftly pulled out her Cross Sword and returned it to its sheath.
Once her mental strength had recovered somewhat, she gently snapped her fingers.
With a snap, a thin Purple Flame spread from her fingertips.
"The Life Box must be hard to find, so..."
She pointed her hand, and the Purple Flame surged around him. In no time, the body lying on the ground began to tremble violently.
The flames burned fiercely, and without any defense, he quickly turned into charred remains.
However, Freya showed no intention of stopping; she snapped her fingers again.
Another burst of Purple Flame filled the space.
About five minutes later, the entire blackened corpse slowly carbonized into Black Ash, scattering on the ground.
Freya looked down at the Black Ash formed from the flesh, as if trying to gather under some influence. In almost no time, it collected into a fist-sized mass.
"Truly worthy of being the Spell that embodies the undead characteristics among all wizard physiques. However, this also effectively cuts off its own potential; it would be better to undergo an elementalization ritual. At least that way, one could survive in a special manner." (To be continued...)
Comment 0 Comment Count