Chapter 388: F**K The Heavens
Chapter 388: F**K The Heavens
Standing my ground against the mid-Demi-God, gripping a massive greatsword, the spear of Noctem twisted around his blade towards his neck. Shocked at my swift reaction and attack, Agnar took a step back as my spear slightly necked his carotid artery.
Making some distance Agnar, stood with long green hair and sword-like brows glaring like I had fucked his wife. Peering into his heart, I lifted my lips before adding fuel to the fire.
“You look a little familiar. Did I kill someone you love? A brother, perhaps maybe a sister?” I asked as Agnar trembled at my words.
“Oh yes. I know. You are the little fucker I had raped by a Slov’Ca.” I cruelly stated, ” Man, he had a heavy set of lungs upon him. The little bitch just kept screaming so loud I had to put a blade through fucking skull.”
“DIE!!!”
Howling so loud that the very air tremble, Agnar charged with all he had. Narrowing my eyes, a faint pressure of heavenly Lighting skimmed over my body as my grip around the Spear of Noctem tightened.
Blasting off the ground with a mighty sword intent, Agnar covered the distance between us faster than most people could blink.
“Godwin’s Heavenly strike!” Agnar roared as I instantly became locked in space, while his blade shone a golden light that shimmered brightly than the stars. Storming the skies with its worldly might, my heart became cold as the Hells.
Not able to move, I made eye contact with Agnar as he struck towards me without hesitation of the oath one had to abide by before entering. He was set on dying with me.
“Infernal Lightning,”
I chanted without hesitation as the Spear of Noctem suddenly became like a raging storm straight from the very hells itself. Thrusting up towards the golden blade that seemed wish to sever me in half, my intent exploded into creation.
BOOOM!!!
Fusing all of my intents I had together. My spear clashed with Agnar with deadly precision. Ripping through his Arte without resistance, my spear exploded with the thunderous vigor of both the Heavens and the Hells.
“AAAAAAH~~~” Agnar screamed as he twisted his body to dodge my spear, to my dismay. Watching my spear miss its mark, sending a massive ray of infernal lightning towards the skies, I took a step back, twisting my body as the back of the spear of Noctem landed square into the face of Agnar.
Sending him flying, the Concept of Order and Chaos filled my mind, making me feel like every action and reaction was within my grasp. Releasing a deep breath, I studied Agnar, skipping over the ground like a ragged dog coming to a stop upon his two feet with a raging flame that had me burning with excitement.
“I will kill you!” Agnar desperately uttered, charging at me once more. Sensing a great burn of qi using my infernal Lighting, I remained calm, deferring to my main element. There were two many eyes upon me to use Circles and shadow step, but that did not mean I could not do other things.
Getting in position, the ten souls within me began to shimmer with power fueling my madness as I spoke an Arte. I had not used it in such a long, long time.
“Crimson Winds,”
Consumed in a burning blaze of crimson, my sight, strength, and senses all grew to heights that had me feeling I was able to stand above the very heavens. I could see lines, endless lines. Whether it was Agnar, the winds, the heavens themselves, I could see it all. It was like a Weave.
“War of Kings,” I also added simply to know how powerful I could become with it. However, as I activated this ability, my mind, body, and soul all seemed to freeze for but an instant. It all happened so quickly, but I felt a maddening evil clawing its way into my soul.
I could hear the screams, the pleading, the rage, the love, the hate. I could feel it all as I released a depraved howl. Gathering all my strength within me, I delivered a force powerful enough to shatter a massive mountain without resistance. Firing off the ground, my spear twirled like a demon of chaos.
Clash after clash exploded out one after another as Agnar and myself battled. Moving at speeds so great I could feel my very body burning and healing, I did not complain. Crimson Kings gave me power but drained me. However, War of Kings gave me infinite strength and stamina at the cost of sanity. The more Crimson Kings drained, War of Kings would replenish but with greater force.
Yet, Agnar’s swordsmanship within my eyes was less than the worth of an aborted child. It was an embarrassment upon him and me. Who was I to allow such a poor excuse to battle me on such equal footing?
“Is that all? Who the hell taught you how to use a blade? Your whore of a mother? Or maybe it was your brother that I had the Slov’Ca run a train on?” I roared for all who was looking to hear. “
Screaming till his eyes began to bleed and his cheeks twisted in humiliation, an expression that had me smiling grew. Rooting my devil’s heart within him, I held the meat within my sights.
Meeting my eyes with his. The smoldering dark lake that was my eyes shimmered with brilliance. Watching as a step happen before it happened and a swing before it did, my body followed almost instinctively as I knew all his moves, I acted.
Weaving with extreme precision, I somewhat arched my lips into a devilish grin, “Devil Flash,” I said as the spear of Noctem and myself tore through his left arm. Ripping it from his body, I held his severed arm, turning it into ash with my shadow flames.
“AA~~~ AHHHHH~” Agnar screamed out in anguish while a fear that had many shakings grew, like the plague. Watching my imprint grow deeper into his heart, I held my lips high as the crackled of my laughter resounded.
Covering the land with my demonic presence, I dropped the ashes of Agnar as he clenched his shoulder, bleeding out.
Taking a step forwards towards my prey, I took my time, watching him squirm.
“Stop! I surrender! Don’t. Please don’t. You made a deal with the heavens!” He roared, but such words would not work. Not with me, at least. The burning sensation within my throat had returned. It was burning, wishing for blood, hoping to consume.
Shaking his head covered in a heavy sweat, Agnar roared, “Earth Escape!”
Witnessing an earthy pressure begin to rise from his body, a soft grown suddenly resounded from the armless man’s mouth.
Looking down at three large spikes of darkness stretching from his shadow through his chest, Agnar looked up at me before falling to his knees.
“Heart, lung, and spine,” I whispered, standing right before the man wheezing for air. “It was a good fight, best I have ever had.”
“Heavens~ Wrath~ “He slowly pronounced as a last-ditch effort to spare his worthless existence. Studying the fear, I looked around at the onlookers and then to Lilith, who returned me a smile.
“Fuck the Heavens”