272 Chapter 272: Monster (2/2)

The paladin pushed aside those thoughts and focused his attention on Blake who was not too far now.

Holy prayer: steps of fate!

Instantly his body vanished, reappearing behind Blake with his magic weapon raised high.

”You are getting on my nerves…” Blake snorted disdainfully and suddenly vanished from the paladin's view.

This confused the paladin at first and when he realized even his surrounding was filled with darkness he let out a bitter laugh. This was the same spell Andrew used on him when they fought, his suspicion was correct, Blake possessed two types of magic.

”Now, we can start” Blake's voice reached his ears and before he could cast a spell to clear the darkness, Blake had already released him from the magic.

His hands were reattached and he wore his usual indifferent look on his face. Taking a few steps forward, Blake revealed a playful smile and his eyes let out red light.

”Gaaaahhh!” the young paladin felt dizzy for only a second but that was almost enough time for Blake to act.

Blake quickly appeared in front of the youth, swinging his arm at the young paladin who retreated in response but it was already too late to retreat

Splash!

Blood poured out from the deep slash wound on the chest of the youth which was caused by Blake's hand.

Puff!

The young paladin fell on one knee while using his magic sword to support himself. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Blake with fear boldly written all over his face.

”Curse magic! You possess three types of magic!” The paladin cried out in fear.

”You still underestimate me… Pity” Blake said and his shadow expanded.

From his shadow over ten undead souls emerged, standing behind Blake respectfully while gazing at the young paladin with resentment. Their skin color was gray and the death aura lingered around them, funny enough the young paladin was familiar with some of these people. He camped with the allied army for so many days, it was only natural for him to take note of some familiar faces.

”Ne…. Necromancer magic! Monster!! You are not human... you are a demon!!” The young paladin fell on his butt and fearfully crawled back, leaving his magic sword behind.

This was the first time he was meeting someone as terrifying as Blake. Even after watching the death mage act ruthlessly over the years, he didn't consider the death mage as someone too frightening but Blake was something else entirely. While Derik represented death, Blake was the true meaning of darkness and evil. He finally realized why the youth dared to claim he would be the one to succeed and surpass the death mage?

”Demon? No no no, let's not do that�� The death mage is the demon, while I am the devil…” Blake chuckled lightly.