Chapter 169: War of Kings (1/2)
Arsene, your greatness knows no bounds. Not to be arrogant, but I may be the second coming. That must be it; how else can someone explain how awesome I am. Lord God-Sama, thank you for giving me this honor.
Nodding, I felt it was finally time to learn the Next Demonic Arte Bael gifted me before he went crazy. Calming my emotions down, I began looking at the next arte deep within my soul.
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Frowning at the content, I grew confused, ”Why would bael have two artes like this? I thought it would be an active technique; why is it another passive one like Crimson Winds?”
War of Kings like Crimson WInds would increase my battle prowess, but there was no limit to its growth, unlike Crimson winds. The longer I battled, the greater my battle prowess would grow till my mind became lost to its will.
At its peak, Crimson Winds can increase my power by a factor of one hundred, but War of Kings was like a leach devouring all the negative emotions of the battlefield fueling it into power. The only drawback to this arte was your sanity.
”Did a devil truly create such an arte? Bael... are you truly a devil? This seems more like something a demon would create. Devil follow Order and Demons Chaos... Did bael really crate these Artes? I know he is a prince, but all that he gave me feels out of place.”
”Ok, assuming he has studied both demons and devil, he created these, but where is the wrath? Isn't he a demon of Wrath? Why does none of his techniques feel like him? The ferocity within his gaze, his power, even his presence, it all screams wrath, but not his artes. These artes all say balance.”
”Crimson Winds gave me the structure for War of Kings. It was perfect. When I reach a higher stage in crimson winds, it will not just be my power that will increase but my mind and soul, which leads me to War of Kings. Something that gives power at the cost of your mind. They complement each other.”
”Now, there is my battle style. I have yet to start the Order part of it, but All of it was meant for a variant like mine... What is going on?”
”Bael, who made these Artes?” I coldly asked as no reply came.
A cold chill ran through my body, freezing me still as I suddenly understood I had nothing to trade. Not even my soul would cover the cost to know. Looking up, I frowned, remembering my last meeting with Truck-Kun and Gabriel.
”Both of them knew me? But how,” Releasing a sigh, I pouted, ”This is so annoying. Maybe I should have asked about this instead of the Abyss. No use regretting; the answer will come. Just look at this as a gift.” I comforted, cycling through the memories from day one till now.
Turning my attention back to War of Kings, I became lost in a cycle of its complexity. This arte was the exact opposite of what Crimson winds required, the Dao of the Heavens. War of kings called upon the Mortal Dao of War and Kings.
”War... I can do that, but I was no king. Lilith had the makings of a good King, but me. I was too evil and selfish to be one...Evil? Evil King, Evil God... never mind, I understand.” I whispered in an understanding hue, ”Bael, can you explain the difference between Mortal Dao and Heavenly Dao. I have an understanding of it. It's just I would like confirmation.”