Chapter 455: Order of Demonic Knights (2/2)
”Don't bother; we have more pressing matters,” Said Lilith calmly, staring off in the distance.
”Serg!” thundered a woman with fire-like air before me with a menacing stare, ”you let your guard down!”
”Elena, right?' I judged watching her expression that seemed to be one of scorn drop and fade into a fear,” How interesting to find so many Demonic Cultivator traveling together.” I said, watching a squad of dozen or so Demi-Gods appear.
”They are mostly from the Order of Demonic Knights. An order that is said to train demonic cultivators, however, I had heard they were outlawed on Alos.” Kurt answered without fear as we stood surrounded.
”Who are you, boy? Your bones show you are less than a hundred. Yet you hold such a powerful killing intent.” Elena voiced, hiding the growing fear in the back of her throat.
Smirking lightly at that incredibly false analysis, my gaze grew stern and cold. ”It's sad. Such an enchanting beauty will have to die. Truly a shame, but I have to kill you.”
”Eh?”
Widening her eyes, the Chosen, Arkanos, and Lilith all flashed like demons from the hells, meeting their targets in an instant. While an almighty pressure rippled off my body, rejecting all manner of forces that exploded out in a wave of destruction.
”DIE!” Serg screamed, bolting at me with Blood pouring from his lips. Meanwhile, Elena also saw fit to strike at me.
Rushing at my front and rear, my mind grew focused. Allowing the Dao of Devil Heart that emanated from my soul to guide my actions, the earth shattered, and the skies dimmed as two demigods clashed with me.
Serg was without a doubt a work of power with his scimitar, while the rapier that Elena held was a work of deadly precision but only held enough power to cut the outer layer of my flesh.
Crossing blades with Serg, my neck twisted as the piercing slash of Elena came just at the back of my head. Beaming maliciously torn between joy and lust, a flurry of domineering spear strikes entangled Serg.
Cleaving into his chest, Blood devoured the scorching land before a vicious black flame sprung from his body. Howling like a mad beast, his body began to age and withered at a visible rate. However, I would not let my guard down. Sidestepping Elena's stealthy strike, I pointed my finger like a gun allowing my crest to appear at the tip of my finger.
”Bang!” I shot, watching a massive beam of pure darkness the size of a mountain wipe out whatever lay in its path. The beam of darkness was so powerful, the various peaks in the distance began to fade, leaving a wasteland of death.
Bearing his fangs like a beast, the emerald flames of Serg tore from his wounds, trying to devour the power of darkness. Faintly smiling with a mocking glare, a faint flash of scarlet lighting began to coil around before fading.
”Shit... that's a demonic Arte. the angels will know.” I hesitantly muttered, cursing my luck. ”I swear I am going to kill everyone who has wronged me. this is bull shit. I just want to know the limit of my power.”
Puffing air from my lungs, Serg charged like a demon covered in his flames, ”Greater Sword Flame!” He bellowed rather edge lordy. A feat I approved of. One must always say the names of their moves! How else are others supposed to understand the power it holds.
”Arcane Gale,”