Chapter 379: Against The Odds (2/2)
[ Drop of life ]
[ All-Mighty Strength]
[ Iron Flesh ]
[ Limit Breaker ]
[ Flame Supremecy ]
That radiance was no mere light-show, he felt power coursing through his veins, he witnessed as the wounds once on his body healed in real-time, and the might of his aura multiplied even further.
When he looked back for a split second, he witnessed two armies clashing at war, one of spirits and the other of hollows, and further back behind the brawl was a gun-wielding Hikari dressed in white and Elizabeth in the form of a long-eared, beige feline, her hands tightly grasped like she was in prayer and her tall, fluffy ears waving in tandem as a magic circle akin to what he saw underneath his feet glowed beneath her.
It seemed like they were holding up quite well against waves and waves of seemingly endless beasts yet here, he was struggling to defeat four. But with this new power and a renewed resolve will he prove himself and destroy all in his path.
However, before his dreams and display of his new powers even started, it abruptly came to a sudden, abrupt end…
*Gawk*
All of a sudden, he found a fiery golden charcoal spear of crackling magma directly in front of him, stabbed straightthrough his chest which was followed by an unbearable pain, like the sun had been set blaze from his stomach where that spear impaled, a pain that no rapid regeneration could heal.
As soon as he saw it, he knew what it was, yet he could still not believe it. Indeed… He had seen that spear so many times before that it haunted him in his nightmares…
”W-when… When did you get here cunt?”
”I just arrived… Brother…”
*Tsk* Regrit gritted his teeth and forced his body to move on past the pain, and with a blazing roar of might and his six tails flinging wildly did the man stabbing him fall back and dodge, leaving Regrit hurting on one knee, heavily gasping for air and coughing, dyeing the previously pristine snow below a repugnant red.
He struggled to breathe let alone stand, and it took all of his power to lift his head to see his sibling's twitchy, distorted smile of rot and decay.
'So… *Cough* they got you too… I thought you would be too weak to be turned he he… *cough*' He inwardly laughed at himself.
”Well well well… Seems like your tale ends here! But don't worry! You'll make an excellent addition to my collection as I turn you against your very own team!” Beyond the four smirking zombies, he witnessed the shalkers mouth move in slow motion, up and down, his voice barely making it towards his ears.
The world was slowly turning dark, and not once in his life did he feel this useless and disappointed.
'Kane… I'm a demon right? Where the hell are my demon powers… huh?' He watched as blood slowly trickled from his wound as it slowly burned and disintegrated the snow below into blue grass.
”REGRITTTT!!!” He heard a scream of pain from behind him, followed up by the shrieks of many ethereal beasts as they took their final breaths. Hikari was clearly mowing her way through the ocean of monsters behind, just to save him from his own stupidity.
'FUCK! I CAN'T DIE HERE!! WHO THE HELL DOES SHE THINK I AM!?' He coughed once more with a smile on his face as he forced his slowly regenerating body on the brink of collapse to stand.
”Hmmm! So you can still endure? Impressive!” The shalker clapped in delight.
”Damn straight I can! I'd be damned to let you have the final laugh!” He smirked arrogantly beneath his blackened eyes as he bent down to pick up his dual katanas, taking up a fighting stance. The Katana's bright, flaming orange glow once again returned, and his smirk grew alongside them.
And as he noticed his opponents step forward, he lifted his swords high almost as though he was preparing a devastating attack.
However, instead of a blast of roaring flames like they expected, he thrust both of his blades deep down into his bloody gaping wound, leaving him bending on the ground, dead kneeling over his own two blades...