Chapter 38: Bloodlust (2/2)

Everything was going according to plan, yet, why. Why was he currently engaged in a fierce battle between himself and the young demon, the weakest of the bunch. Why was his blood boiling with rage, and worst of all, why couldn't he hit this guy.

Kadiz roared in pain and rage, he used every Technique he had learnt, every attack pattern he knew, yet each time he attack he would always hear that sound. That annoying sound of metal striking metal. He wanted this man dead, he wanted this group to knee before him as he dragged them back to serve his master.

|Smog of darkness|

Kadiz used his final trump card, while he may not be able to fully utilize the power of his magic weapon Kadiz could use the power of the glyphs, the power gifted to him by his master as a way to forcefully control the weapon. The chains of the Hamaxe would come alive and actively move around to strike at their targets. Combined with the power of the smog he could attack from literally every single angle almost at the same time.

Yet, he was still met with failure. Kadiz attacks got the closest he had ever gotten to reaching this mountain of a man but was still deflected away. His frustration built up the more his efforts was wasted, his mind slowly losing the grip on really. 'Connect, just connect, why can't I reach him... CONNECT DAMNIT.' He desperately fought clinging to a single thought to maintain his grip on reality.

However, with a single swing of the man's cracked sword Kadiz lost an arm and was severely burnt across the chest. He fought through the pain, with a single thought in mind Kadiz launched what he knew to be his final attack, putting all his syphoned energy into the magic weapon and was finally blessed with success.

”I did it, I hit you, I finally hit you. Fwhahahahaha...”

Kadiz continued his laughter as he felt a sense of relief and satisfaction. A felling of euphoria rose within him just from finally having an attack connect with the young man before him. Kadiz had forgotten all about his men, his master or even the other demons and ogres all he could see now was the shocked face of the man before him and his heart melted with pleasure.

The pain it felt from losing its arm and the burning wound on his chest didn't matter to him. It was a war troll that was born to fight, and even in a situation like this he had managed to surpassed his limit. He found pleasure in this minor accomplishment and was pleased he finally made the man who had previously just looked at him as a pet change his gaze.

”Trash.”

Kadiz elation was broken by a single word uttered by that young man. He raised his smiling face to look at the young man, he knew his achievement was miniscule but he thought it would be a big blow to someone that had looked down on him and he was right. However, Kadiz quickly regretted his decision.

Every single fiber in his body was sending him danger signals and he felt a chill run down his spine. He tried to take a step back but his legs wouldn't move, Kadiz struggled to breathe as he saw his ordinary trolls collapse to the ground with the elite barely able to move.

He also noticed that even the ogres and beastmen were affected by this, they were struggling to stand and the kobolds aside from their leader had all passed out. Kadiz was surprised to see even the other demons be affected by this. He was scared, a Gray-War troll like himself was actually feeling fear. Kadiz knew what was going on and couldn't help but wonder why he had come to this place to begin with.

The same young man that he had thought was the weakest in the group because he didn't have an aura was actually now emitting a suffocating aura that had rendered the entire battlefield silent.

”YOU, YOU INSIGNIFICANT, ABSOLUTE TRASH! HOW DARE YOU PIECE OF SHIT LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON ME! I'LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!”

It was asif a volcano had just erupted, a massive amount of bloodlust exploded out of the young man, suppressing everyone in the battlefield. It didn't matter whether it was friend or foe, everyone within range felt their ability to breathe being stripped from them, their knees buckled up beneath them. It felt asif gravity had been multiplied a thousand times, most of them were on the verge of passing out.

Kadiz Ral Le Lizor was no exception, every word that left that demons mouth made his soul quake, his knees hit the ground hard and his remaining arm felt like if weighed a ton, his grip in his magic weapon lessen and he let go.

Unable to process any information through his mind he manage to catch a glimpse of the massive greatsword the man wielded slicing through the air with a arc of beautiful slivery light trailing behind it as it aimed for his neck.

*Smash! THUD

With the sound of the greatsword shattering on his hard skin Kadiz view changed as he saw the blue sky. He no longer felt his body and soon he felt nothing.