411 Eye Power
After witnessing what he had done, the elves did not want to make eye contact with Arthur. No one could blame them for that, as the thing in front of them looked terrifying — their worst nightmare.
Arthur knew he could not last long fighting, so he chose to keep going while his body still responded. So he flew toward them, wielding his spear, and pierced it through some of the elves before they got their senses back together and retaliated.
pAnD a(-)n0ve1.com More spells went in Arthur’s direction, and the remaining part of his plate armor was destroyed, leaving his body unprotected.
“Hahaha, die demon. Do you think a small demon like you can stop us? We practice dark magic, and there are many worse things than you!”
The elves returned to reality, realizing Arthur was hurt, and they still had the numbers advantage, so there was no reason for them to act like afraid kittens.
But, as the elves focused their gazes on the youth in front of them, one, a corpse, who once was a friend of these elves, moved slightly. It was first the tip of the toe, but after a few seconds, the corpse moved as if it had been resurrected.
Arthur smirked and blocked the upcoming spells with his own, a blood barrier that moved around his body, blocking attacks from all directions.
“Fuck. This demon is hard to kill!” they yelled, unhappy as their attacks were not working as expected.
A mistake. Another one of them, who was at the back, got sliced like bread, all thanks to the reanimated corpse Arthur had just made.
“A-A zombie!”
It was funny how simple it was to stir panic. All Arthur needed was a zombie, and the elves turned cockroaches, running around in circles, not knowing what to do.
“Let’s finish the job, shall we?” thought Arthur, dashing with his spear and killing all the elves he could find.
Before long, all the rank-two mages perished, and only a few rank-one mages remained, but those ran away as fast as they could the moment their eyes laid on Arthur, a demon.
“Find the portal, and get the hell out of here.”
Arthur searched around in the main room of that temple, looking for the portal the mysterious beast had told him about but found nothing.
“Of course, it is hidden, it is always hidden.”
But before he could find anything useful, someone came from one of the temple’s halls, walking directly toward Arthur.
An elf. It was easy to tell it was one, but that was not an elf that should be there inside the temple.
“Rank three.”
Not someone Arthur could deal with, at least not yet. Still, there was nowhere for him to run, meaning the only way to get out of that place was to face the rank-three mage and win!
The win was a strong word for that encounter, and Arthur believed that it would be good enough if he survived.
“You did all of this? Impressive. I would think about recruiting you if you weren’t someone I had to kill.”
“Recruiting me? No thanks. Also, can you show me where the portal out of here is?” said Arthur with a friendly face, contrary to the surrounding area, which had many corpses of dead elves.
“The portal? How do you know about it? Well, it does not matter,” the elf said, taking his hands from his pockets, “you will die here.”
Arthur nervously laughed and said, “aren’t their other ways for us to deal with this? Fighting is so brutal, is not?”
“Why didn’t you think about this before killing everyone here?” the elf said, and the anger was evident in his voice as his tone increased mid-through the sentence.
After realizing there was no way to avoid the fight, Arthur grasped his spear and prepared himself for what was to come.
What if the man was a rank-three mage? The only way for him to leave that place alive was to kill the man and win the fight, no matter the cost.
A noble act, but the moment Arthur entered a fighting stance, the elf in front of him unsheathed his sword as fast as lightning, cutting Arthur from the right shoulder to his left leg. A lot of blood spurted from that wound, and Arthur was not in two pieces because of his powerful vampire body.
The elf sheathed his sword and said, “you are still alive, Impressive, but you will die soon.”
With his two knees on the ground and little strength to keep going, Arthur truly believed that would be the end of his avatar.
“W-What are you doing here? With the black magic?”
“Now that you will die, you can know about it. We found a crypt where a god died. Can you believe that? Hehehe, all of our beliefs were shattered after finding it, but then we discovered the truth after reading the god’s book!”
“Are you here to stop us? I am afraid it will not happen.”
Arthur was surprised after hearing that. “A god? Could it be someone from the other universe that died here?”
That was the only explanation, and if that was the case, then resurrecting another god would be stupid. But, of course, it could not happen, and Arthur also wanted that book which belonged to the god, as it could contain a lot of good information.
And for those two things to happen, Arthur had to win, but it was deemed impossible. The elf in front of him finished his explanation and again attacked using his sword.
But as the sword slash almost hit Arthur, someone clicked inside him, in the spot where his new eye was. The Unseen Truth Eye, which Arthur tried to use alone, was now starting to work!
The scene where Arthur got slashed by the sword appeared inside his mind, giving him a glimpse of what would happen, but that was not everything. When Arthur returned to reality, everything around him seemed to have slowed down, and the sword slash that was almost impossible to see before was now easy to dodge.
“Incredible! This is incredible!”
Arthur couldn’t believe that Forbidden Eye was that much powerful and useful in combat. Arthur sidestepped the sword slash using his remaining strength, shocking the elf before him.
“How? You can barely move! Luck, this was luck!” the elf said, attacking again using his sword, but like before, Arthur glimpsed the future, and the things around him slowed down afterward.
It looked easy, but Arthur’s eye hurt like hell every time he used its powers. The Forbidden Eye was not something Arthur could use as he wished, and after knowing that, he needed to finish the fight as fast as possible, but how?
Arthur did not think his attacks would work against that man, only if he were a rank-three mage.
“That’s it! I need to advance. Plenty of corpses are here so that I can use that technique!”
The Blood Monarch had many techniques, and some were not to be lightly used, like the curses Arthur tossed on those elves.
Among these techniques, he wanted to try one that would boost his strength fast, and that was the only way for him to win that fight.