87 Summoning the Legions Part 2 (2/2)
”Fifth Circle Spell: Lust Idol.”
Pink lightning filled the icy-blue sky, and with the sound of roaring thunder, the golden statue of a faceless, naked beauty dropped from the heavens. Whoever glanced at that faceless woman saw a different figure. For some, a voluptuous female appeared. For others, a bonny lass took shape.
Surrounded by the 6,666 daemons, the Blood King had neither the time nor leisure to glance at this figure of divine perfection. But the two meters tall statue released an irresistible scent that stretched across 50 square kilometers and overwhelmed the senses of all in the vicinity.
Anke and Lena, who'd awoken and witnessed the fight from various spots, saw different versions of Kilian. Tamara saw her dead brother; the daemons saw Ashera, and Eleonora appeared before the Blood King.
Urag aside, all were drawn to and lost in the most perfect representation of who they craved most. The mightiest of Urag's Fifth Circle Spells, Lust Idol cost 800,000 dra, an unimaginable amount for a human Exarch. But as he summoned his anti-magic to nullify the spell, the Blood King made two mistakes.
First, he didn't realize that something greater than traditional magic was at play. Second, he hurled his overflowing lust for Eleonora at Urag. The imp lord stretched out his hands, siphoning the Lust Essence of his 6,666 daemons, and all living things across those 50 square kilometers.
”Woohoo! I can feel it I can feel it I can feeeeel iiiit!” Urag broke into a frenzied laughter, and at his back, the mark of a scarlet apple pierced by a pink arrow appeared, glittering with Sin Magic.
”Lust Overload!” The words had just left Urag's lips that a hurricane of pink light and swirling winds formed around him, rotating like a maelstrom fit for the end of times. In the vortex, Urag went from his human dwarf to his imp daemon form. But the transformation didn't end here. The fehl's sizable muscles bulged further, while his height increased to a full two meters.
The pair of horns on his forehead arched up and rose to one meter, while his hands and feet's claws reached an adult arm's length. Stepping out of the vortex, Urag emerged not as a grotesque imp, but as a breathtaking incubus whose presence filled the dauntless Blood King with a surge of apprehension.
Moving at hypersonic speed, Urag hurtled at the Blood King and raked his claws at his neck. By the time Urag reappeared behind the Blood King, his armored head no longer stood on his shoulders—now soaring into the sky.
No blood followed. Upper and lower body parts demolecularized, reforming several meters away.
Behind his vizor, the Blood King broke into a cold sweat.
”Is Zog'doroth trying to scam me out of my life? If this is a low-ranking Fehl Lord, what is the top?” He inwardly cursed, and while reason told him that he should turn and run, the hubris animating him prevented all retreat.
”I initially didn't want to reveal this before meeting the Failed Model, but now, I don't have a choice.”
The Blood King stretched out his hands, red lightning cracked around his armored form, and two Philosopher's Stones appeared in his palms. Channeling them, the Blood King vanished in a column of red lightning, and turned into a scarlet aircraft shaped like a winged, wheel-less veyron.
Each Philosopher's Stone contained over one million dra, fueling the Blood King's cannons with enough destructive power to challenge Arcadia's top Exarchs. However, Urag could see that unlike Kilian, the Blood King had very little control over the Philosopher's Stones, and had just turned into a glass cannon.
Knowing that he couldn't protect the girls from the incoming clash's residual explosions, Urag snapped his fingers, sending Lena and Tamara out of harm's way.
The Blood King turned into a red meteor, racing into Urag with eight Dra Cannons bared and ready to erupt. But as he neared his foe, an eerie scene occurred—and the Blood King stopped mid-air—neither advancing nor retreating.
Within the aircraft, the Blood King screamed in grief.
”Slut! Slut! Opportunistic slut! I should have killed you first!” He roared while a banshee-shaped Anke fused with his aircraft form, and interrupted all motions.
”You did,” Anke coolly replied.
Just the split of a second, but Urag didn't let the Anke-given opportunity pass and rammed into the Blood King.
The aircraft burst into smithereens, but by sacrificing one Philosopher's Stone, the Blood King avoided fatality.
At that time, Zog'doroth returned with his fellow legionaries. All charged into battle, forcing their way through Urag's lust-weakened forces to snatch the Blood King and escape the battlefield.