Chapter 124: Thrall (2/2)

With a shockwave of light, I smiled, twisting my body and arms, ruthlessly shooting out a stream of flames as the man screamed. <astral slash=””></astral>

Frowning at how his tattoos sucked the qi of heaven and earth in before shooting it out, similar to a sword slash. I rolled out the way like so many others should have before shooting under him as a small ball appeared at the tip of my spear. '

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BOOOOOOOM!!!!

Knowing he was still alive, a clone of myself remained behind as my real body faded into the darkness of the debris. Charging out, I watch the man struck down my clone as I stabbed through his chest into his lung.

Scream in anguish. I could feel my flames torch his insides as tears ran from his eyes. WIth steam shot from his nose, he swung the back of his ax towards my head as I dodge with ease. I twisted my spear that was still in his body. I ripped Dragonsbane out as a massive gash appeared. Blood drained from his body as black veins ran from throughout his skin, turning him dark as night.

”How are you still alive,” I ask, I wasn't tired in the least, but that should have killed the average man. Staring at his stature, I suddenly laughed, ”you are part giant, huh. that must be it.”

A cold, fearful gleam flash through the man's eyes as he nodded, his wounds slowly closing, but I could see my darkness still there. Opening my palm, I smile, clenching down as the darkness within him shot out of his skull.

Any Element that entered a man needed to be isolated, or you would risk death. Elemental cultivators, or at least that's how it is for me, should be capable of manipulating their said elements anywhere.

A look of disbelief masked his face as I laughed, shooting to his body before severing his head. Sighing, I looked at the blonde woman as she took out a little dagger. Pointing at her, the blood hovering around me flashed, piercing her skull before she could react.

”Wow, I think I hate Midgard. Do people just attack you without reason?” I cursed as I looked at the twenty dwarves. I could use some slaves, but they belong to someone. I don't need to be making waves yet.

”I will free you. In exchange, I want your souls and for you to craft me a set of armor,” I said as I threw them to contract.

A look of disbelief filled their faces as they looked at one another. suddenly the one-eye dwarf stepped up, ”Why our souls?” He questioned with a hateful light.

”Deal or no deal, I am not here to negotiate,” I said, not caring. They were going to be hunted anyway. This way, I could take their lives anywhere I wanted. ”drop a single drop of blood over the contract if you choose to wish to be free.”

A look of fear flashed as they all nodded, bringing a smile to my face. Seeing all of them sign, I grinned, ”That will be twenty armors. Call my name once you completed them. If I'm not too far away, I should be there in a few minutes.” I declared before opening their gate.

”But...what is your....” Said the one eye dwarven before he stopped, his eyes growing wide as he whispered my name, ”Arsene Snow.”

With a burst of demonic laughter, I left. I personally never liked dwarves. They were annoying, loyal, arrogant, righteous, and vulgar. Well, that was how they were always portrayed in movies. But I must say their ability to craft was legendary.