241 If You Are Not a Weapon (2/2)

Helial knew well that the two abilities were nothing more than a tremendous empowerment to vent, to channel, to transform into something else.

He no longer had weapons or real offensive Skills.

Death Flame Pistol?

Gone.

Flame of the Qilin?

Gone.

Curse of the Demon?

Gone.

Iblis had said something very obvious, but still true: ”If you are not a weapon, you are not worthy of brandishing one.”

Who would have dared to belittle Iblis, even if he didn't have his huge sword? Would anyone have dared to say that the Devil was less dangerous without it?

No.

The Devil had always possessed a power beyond imagination. And all the power he had could also be used with a weapon, but it was a tool nontheless.

Unfortunately, Curse of the Demon had become almost a necessity for Helial, like all his other Skills.

Alexander had climbed kilometre-high walls where there were Formations that prevented him from flying.

He had torn the body of enemy commanders in two with his bare hands when he was disarmed.

Even when tied, the King had bitten off the neck of one of his archenemy after being captured.

Contracting and relaxing his abdominals, Helial took deep breaths, looking into the Prince of Darkness's eyes.

The abomination returned his gaze as it bent over his misshapen knees and assumed the position of a predator about to sprint.

Helial raised his right hand and put his left hand down, both with palms facing forward and fingers extended.

He slowly started to move, slowly changing their positions.

As his arms moved, two globes of energy appeared at their ends; they left trails of black and white energy.

One globe was vaguely blackish, the other seemed to glow with cream-colored light.

The two female monstrosities had left their place next to the Prince of Darkness and had already flung themselves in the direction of the unknown, where Helial had manipulated the light to hide his friends.

While moving each muscle, Helial circulated Mana to accompany the movement, becoming increasingly in communion with its primordial energy.

The two women were Follies, creepy creatures whose mind had not only been cleaned of any memory of humanity, but was based on the structure of madness itself. They were extremely unstable, but at the same time had no fear nor inhibition.

If the Prince of Darkness had been weaker than them, they would probably have already tried to kill and devour him to become stronger.

They were both at the Late Stage of the Sixth Phase. But, thanks to their talent, they would probably have been able to tear to pieces even a warrior to the Late Stage of the Seventh Phase.

They were completely out of reach for the entire Goblin deployment and Helial knew it.

From what Helial had studied, both had to have an extraordinary talent for being such powerful Undead.

Among the creatures of death, talent is determined above all by the body from which one was brought back to life. If it was very strong, it would have been possible to create a high-level Undead.

The weakest ones were the regular Skeletons and Zombies, the lowest creatures among the Undead. Then there were Black Knights and Dullahan, the Headless knights.

Then there were spirit creatures, Ghosts, Wraiths, Evil Spirits; these were more specialized in ranged combat and possessed a good knowledge of Black Magic.

Between the ranks of the Revenant there were several Black Knights and Dullahan.

Damn it, there was also a Harpy that had been transformed into a spirit, increasing the damage dealt by a possible Scream.

Helial was ready to face the Follies, but they passed the boy without giving him a glance, directed at the warriors hidden behind him.

One flashed to his right and one to his left.

And then, then it happened.

The Revenant dashed towards Helial at breakneck speed.

It was so fast and huge that the earth trembled with every step. It walked on all fours, like a beast, despite its humanoid appearance.

Frowning, the young Human, less than half the height of that monster the size of a palace, finally detonated the energy inside his body.

Even before he was covered in the Mana of Life and Destruction, Helial folded his hands to form myriads of Seals.

He had no time.

He had to hurry.