Chapter 308 - Time Progressed Unranked Magic: Last Dark (1/2)
He burned the head before throwing it over to the ground. It was over. He let out heavy pants as he looked over at the decapitated body of the butler.
His head was burnt yet the horns were still visible. It wasn't another illusion, this guy which he had killed was a real demon.
Hexo's form then reverted back to normal as his scales retracted back into his body. The steam around him began to dissipate as the temperatures and cold returned to normal.
It was over. It was over and yet, he was still pissed. Why was it that the guild master and even the Bright Sword had to die? It was their fault for splitting up.
What annoyed Hexo even more was how it all happened while he was flirting with Shera. So in other words, he was at fault.
He quickly went over to their bodies, and his party followed behind, afterwords.
At first they were speechless.
”Wow… so you were actually a Draconian…” Said Satire in disbelief
'What's more he had complete control over the fire element, so it was true… Dragons didn't need chants… Does that mean John is also a draconian? But then why did you look so angry at the dragon, aren't you one of the same kind?' She wondered.
”Yeah…” Said Hexo as he continued to stare at their corpses
He then clenched his fist before looking at Satire and saying.
”Let's give them a proper burial-”
But the instant he did, he was suddenly interrupted by John, who said.
”Stop.”
Confused, Hexo turned to John with a rather surprised and annoyed look on his face as he said
”Huh!?”
”Not you.” Said John as he pointed at what was behind Hexo
*Pierce* *Pierce*
If it hadn't been for John, he would have pierced Hexo successfully from behind. The man retreated but John's attack wasn't finished. Hexo was more surprised by the fact that the man was still standing, and to top it off his head was back on his shoulders.
”!!”
As the old demon took a few leaps back to gain some distance. He was surprised to see one of the people beside Hexo had disappeared.
*Slash*
In that very same instant, he felt a surge of pain through his arm as it suddenly flew off. Surprised, he hadn't even sensed the person's presence, he quickly rotated his body in the air, barely avoiding being decapitated once more.
*Slash*
However, in that instant, his leg was sliced off. And as if that wasn't enough, before he could even land, just like before, Ice spikes extended out of the ground, all heading straight towards his back.
”!”
At the same time, the young man who was behind him, swung both daggers vertically down at him. An attack from both directions. There was no way to rotate his body or to dodge.
John swung his daggers hitting him head on as the Ice Spikes pierced at him from behind, but shortly after, he turned into mist.
It was an illusion or he somehow managed to get away in time. Upon seeing this, John stopped and the Ice spikes retracted back into the ground before he turned back and stared at the man.
Blood dripping out of his back as two deep cuts could be seen on his c.h.e.s.t. It had torn through his uniform, with minimal effort. The injuries he had just inflicted were there.
”How… Who-”
Before the old man could finish. John disappeared once more, his blindfold still covering his eyes as he appeared above the man.
Upon seeing this, the man used his previous move where he created many clones of himself again. It was another illusion.
But right after he did, his eyes widened as he stared at the scene above him. Just like he had created countless clones of himself. So did the young man, john.