Chapter 209: Spirit Familiar (2/2)

Vulcan did a double-take and kept reading.

[…I’m really going to kill this guy.]

Vulcan: ???

‘Are you in that much of a hurry to brag in my face?!’

However, the bragging really got to Vulcan, and his brain worked furiously even as he wheezed.

“Well, this can’t continue. It doesn’t matter how powerful my Evil Blade is if I’m not hitting him, and from how things look right now, I wouldn’t reach him even with soul manipulation skills… if that’s the case, I could try using Spirit Array AOE skills… luckily, I did save up some skill points.”

“What are you mumbling for? I’m really going to kill you if you don’t come at me!” Nedlan the Bloodclaw continued provoking Vulcan without realizing that his mood had changed.

With that, he rushed towards Vulcan, turning into a dark shadow with sharp blood-red edges!

“I’ll lead with this one—Monument: Dirge of the Frozen Sea!”

Vulcan stabbed his sword into the earth, and a tombstone descended from the skies in the next split second and landed forcefully before him. Nedlan was stunned and quickly turned back halfway through his charge, staring warily at the tombstone.

The carvings on the tombstone then lit up, after of which a half-transparent spectral human crawled out, the coldness of its body palpable. Soon, multiple chains shot out from the tombstone, binding it tightly and keeping it restrained over the tombstone.

“What the hell is that?!” Nedlan could not help asking, watching as the bizarreness unfolded before himself.

“Try guessing! Monument: Zod, the Blade Demon!”

Another tombstone descended as Vulcan casted his skill, and another human figure emerged. This time, however, the spirit familiar bound to the tombstone was holding a long sword and appeared especially abnormal.

“Charlatan! Die!”

Unable to hold back, Nedlan rushed up at Vulcan—but the moment he entered the range of the first tombstone, he felt as if he was thrown into an iceberg as an icy sensation shot out all over his body, even cutting into his marrow!

In an instant, his movement was all over the place and he slowed drastically!

“Damn it!” Realizing the danger, Nedlan tried to escape and barely avoided an Evil Blade slash from Vulcan.

Nonetheless, the instant he avoided that blow was also the instant he stepped into the range of the second tombstone.

It wasn’t Vulcan who attacked him this time.

Instead, it was the spirit familiar that was shackled in chains who suddenly swung his blade at Nedlan when he was within reach.

“Manslayer Blade!”

There clearly was no sound, but Nedlan somehow heard the cold masculine voice echoing right beside his ears.

Blood splattered out of his chest in the next second! A wound had appeared out of nowhere, soaking his gray fur.

“Damn it, what the heck was that? No way I’m fighting this freak… I’m off…”

After all, being a combat maniac didn’t mean he enjoyed being tormented—without knowing what was actually happening, Nedlan is not keen on continuing the fight.

“It’s too late to run now… you must have killed a lot of people, yes? Monsters like you should become my familiar spirit and be eternally bound in a monument, never able to reach the truth of death—Golden Monument: Requiem!”