49 Heist 3 Force (1/2)
Outside the overrun castle which now laid in ruins, stood several different men and women. No, these people did not stand on the crushed pavement beneath, but were hovering in the air.
But flying was not the only thing they held in common, for everyone were currently exhaling and inhaling at a rapid pace, magnifying the exhausted energy created from this crowd of drained magicians.
The ground bellow them was filled with multiple layers of shattered bricks, and corpses belonging to those undead monsters. It wafted out a smell of rotten earth. Similar to the stench a small mountain of compost would create.
Pillars of smoke rouse up from all sides, most likely created from the lanters and the paintings which had been slammed togheter.
As the wizards witnessed all this suffering, a sense of defeat emerged in their mind. However, this did not count for all. For in the center of all these finely dressed people stood a bald man without a hair on his head. Only containing two dim purple bulbs which eyed down the destruction beneath.
'Brother Stenn. Please be safe.'
Dirum and the ones left fighting had completely finished off all the zombies. Leaving non behind. And this was made sure of by himself.
Finally, with nothing more here to do, helooked back at all the tired comrades, and a swift judgement was made.
”Everyone, retreat! Go seek treatment in the town nearby!”
However, just as he finished talking, a deafening boom was shot out from underneath the rubble covering the academy.
The crushed bricks and corpses first rattled back and forth, before suddenly being ejected up in the air like a tsunami of death.
It forced everyone to madly disperse, not giving those who wished to stay behind any chance to survive, as they were shot full of holes.
Dirum was the quickest to react, and witnessed first hand how some of his brothers and sisters over many years were turned into mincemeat by the sea of jagged rocks.
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And with that, they crashed.
Michael's balled up claw hammered itself against the blue flare containing Stenn's fist. Generating an incredible amount of azure sparks which chipped themselves over his hand.
Two things happend during the moment of impact.
The first was the barrier shielding Stenn's fist shattering into dust. Exposing his thick arm covered by the black rope.
And after the barrier broke, the pair of knuckles then connected, causing Stenn's fingers to instantly transform into an immeasurable collection of scorched red shards. Shooting of into every possible direction like a package of popcorn thrown in a volcano.
This was indefinitely painful. But too bad that there was even more in store for him.
The surrounding tissue then began to rupture like a flask of champagne dropped from a tower. Making it's way up his entire forearm, and only stopping after smattering his shoulder into smoke.
As for the second phenomenon, that was the consequences Michael had to suffer.
The moment he penetrated through the blue membrane, all the flesh and muscle covering his upper limb blew off.
All the redish green mass was turned into mush, falling down on the ground behind him in the form of a red snow. Only leaving him with the limp skeletal structure of his arm to dangle freely.
Luckily, although it lacked any flesh, he would be considered much better off than the wizard, who was stumbling back in pain while crying in agony.
”AAAAARGGGGHHH”
Stenn jumped around the cracked metal floor like a clown. He looked like some sort of drunken man trying to dance as he shook back and forth. Retreating away from Michael's unmoving body for every turn.
Normally, Stenn would just use the unlimited energy reserves to stimulate the cells in his body and fully close the wound. However, this time, he found out that it proved to be an impossible task to complete.
The novice blood spell Michael had used was too much.
Blood magic is considered one of the most dangoures types of magic against any creature without an energy shield, or a powerful body. Because a master of such dark arts would always be capable of bursting any normal organ or blood vessel like a ballon struck by a needle.
It has the ability to create constructs made of stem cells, new living bodies and manipulate unprotected bacteria and life. That is, if they were moisturized and weak enough.
But although this sounded very impressive, there was one drawback.
That it was only ever truly viable for magicians holding the status of an undead, or those who held the physique of a vampire.
One single mistake durring even the most simple cast would, unconditionally, destroy and cripple your body. Removing any thoughts other people may have about ever trying to further study it.
While the spell Michael had used, [Thrombocyte Molotov] was a novice one, it had some horrible side effects.
The Thrombocytes, or better known as blood plates inside your body would all be turned into a substance not differing much from napalm. And altough it may only affect a single area, the pain generated by having your nerves and flesh fried was, without a doubt, unbearable.
”WHAT THE F*** DID YOU DO?!?! AAAAGHHHH!!!!”
Puddles of boiling blood dripped down from Stenn's wound. Immidetly starting to sizzle whenever hitting the green metal.
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'F** I have to get up...”
Michael forcefully brought himself to his knees. All the energy he had built up and stored seemed to have taken quite the toll. Even with his Immortal regeneration, this was not something that just fixed itself after a couple of seconds.
But as he managed to position himself in a kneeling stance, resting one of the twitching legs onto the cold floor, Stenn also seemed to regain a fraction of his previous composure.
The haggard wizard's usually toned down hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, and almost threatened to pop out of his head as they locked down his figure.
His muscular body trembled whenever he breathed in the dry air. Causing the black rope bound around his body to further tighten up and displayed the massive frame.
The shattered arm had not regenerated, but it seemed to have stopped bleeding. Did he perhaps use every ounce of power to seal it?
Anyways, as Stenn stood there, breathing in and out like some exhausted sprinter, he uttered something under his breath.
”Do you....Have any....Last words?”
Michael heard what he said, and the twisted mouth full of red teeth turned upwards as he mustered up his remaining strength.
”You shouldn't breath with your mouth. It ruins your jaw and facial features over time.”
Looking back at the crazed wizard, it seemed like he needed a moment to fully register what the boy said.
”Hahahaha”
Stenn began to gently laugh. However, it quickly took a hard turn when the scentence sank properly in.
”HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
The man shook his head up and down. Letting the long hair sway all around the place, while white masses of froth flew in every direction. This guy had definitely gone insane.
But after a short amount of time, he stopped. Looking satisfyingly down at the boy.
”Let me tell you something, MICHAEL.”
”When I first started learning about my vapour magic, I detested it. Feeling that it's power could never rival that found in other elements.”
Stenn calmed more and more down as he told Michael about his backstory. It helped him regain a foothold over the situation, which further amplified the desire to continue.
”However, one day I stumbled upon a certain book containing an incredible secret..”
Michael kept looking at him with a mocking smile. But deep down, he was trying to figure out what to do.
'Should I use that? No, not yet. I still can't move..”
However, his divided attention fully rearranged itself after he heard the following words Stenn said.
”In that book I learned about something strange found within the air. A type of chemical called nitrogen!”
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'What?! What the f*** kind of book did he read?!'
He noticed that Michael's eyes widened a little after he finished his sentence. Almost as if the boy understood what he meant. It sparked up a curiosity within, but was quickly thrown away. As he only wishing to kill this fool with his most powerful attack.
”After many, many years, I finally grasped how to utilize this strange compound, MICHAEL..”
His maniacal smile grew stronger, and he screamed out with all his might while stretching the remaining arm straight up.
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”AND WITH IT, I HAVE CREATED THE ULTIMATE SPELL OF DESTRUCTUON!!!!!”
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The air in the room almost materialized as it all started swirled into the palm of his hand. Slowly building up a small blue marble resting within the azure whirlpool.
'Are you f***ing sh***ing me? Oh lord.. I didn't sign up for this f***ery!'
But no matter what he did, Michael could only watch the small fragment grow from the size of a marble, to a golf ball. Not slowing down even once.
Looking at this helped him make up his mind. And so he silently whispered something to himself while lifting up his remaining hand.
Right there on his index finger laid a small silver pattern. The storage ring he usually wore would fuse with his bones whenever transformed. Mabye Jenkins had installed this feature?
”Fuck it!”
A small yellow pill appeared in his palm. And as it came into existence, he swallowed it. Not hesitating at all.
After it entered the stomach, his core temperature abruptly rouse to a terrifying degree. Sweat and steam erupted out of his pores once again. Even the breath was now visible.
Both sides of his temple seemed to tingle. No, they started form themselves into two curved spikes. Perfectly blending into the rugged black mane falling from his head.
He began to feel the power course properly. And as it did, several glowing red lines molded themselves all over his body. Like a labyrinth made up of a spider's web.
These veins were, however, only the second change. His scales and haires quickly followed after. Turning into a deep black color togheter with his now glowing yellow eyes.
After it finished, Michael felt the strength and density of every single cell in his body multiply a thousands of times over. Making him feel like a small steel tower.
Stenn was left speechless at the transformation, and sped up the forming of the orb which had now reached the size of a basketball.
Michael tried standing up, but found out that he still struggled with every movement.
'Damn, can I only sit here?'
While trying to find a way to defend and attack now that his energy was depleted, he tried asking the system.
'Show me my status...'
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Layer: King (low)
Lvl: 5/30 (level up!)
Name: Michael Frell Wiik (Switch)(Y/N)?
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