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Chapter 52
🕑 Added 2023-04-23 02:23:54 +0000 UTCChapter 52
The two behemoths collided and the room reverberated underneath the weight of their strikes. Azmoth’s flaming fingers tore chunks out of the other large demon in huge gashes, but the sturdiness and regeneration of the satyr was obvious immediately afterwards. The purple miasma surrounding the satyr quickly healed the repeated slashes or burns that Azmoth was dealing, and the enormous miniboss stood to its full height a second later - tearing through the strands of webbing encasing its right arm and swinging its club backwards at full force and crushing one of Azmoth’s arms with thunderous boom. Azmoth roared and counter attacked by leaping at it and bringing back down to the ground to tear and bite at it, ripping out large pieces of flesh as the two titans went crazy trying to kill one another; and Athela managed to get in there as well with multiple hit-and-run bites that sunk venom into the satyr for applications of necrosis.
Watching the fight unfold was like watching a brutal episode of national geographic where male lions fight - but this was the Hellscape version.
Riven’s Blessing of the Crow was still in effect and he whipped around the platform at high speed while pushing more mana into the ability. He was sure-footed, sprinting at a rate easily twice as fast as anything he could have ever accomplished back on Earth. Riven was likely going somewhere beyond 30 miles per hour with the combination of both movement buffs, and it wasn’t tiring him either.
Coming around and getting a good positioning for his attack, he launched the Blood Lance he’d been channeling into his arm. The flickering crimson power shot out like a comet through the dusty air and made impact with the back of the warlord’s head, narrowly missing Azmoth as they flailed on the ground to claw and bite at one another; but instead of impaling the satyr - the magic just exploded and created a large but superficial wound to momentarily stun the creature.
That was more than enough time for his minions to take advantage of it.
Azmoth howled and sunk his many rows of teeth into the creature’s shoulder and began ripping out its deltoid muscle while Athela shot ahead and rapidly began digging into the creature’s left eye with her fangs.
The eye burst, and the echoing scream of rage made the room tremble as it slammed a fist down into the spot Athela had been just a moment before the arachnid had launched itself backwards with amazing speed.
Azmoth however was not as lucky, and the half-blinded warlord’s anger simmered to full effect as the purple miasma around it exploded outwards from the gem hovering in its chest and sent Azmoth shooting up into the ceiling far above like a rocket launcher. The room shuddered under the impact, the purple miasma that’d been rejuvenating the satyr disappeared, and the hellscape brutalisk went flailing back down many dozens of feet only to meet the satyr’s spiked club. Azmoth was hit like a baseball and smashed through one of the sets of bars to a cage and slammed into the far wall - debris billowing out like a cloud as the satyr roared in fury and violently shook its head back and forth while blinking rapidly.
Riven’s volley of razor sharp discs slammed into the creature’s back a second later and each had a secondary explosion of shrapnel as he infused his blood-magic projectiles with more mana after impact, tearing away into its flesh just as it stomped down and sent a shockwave of mana across the room.
It was like being hit with a brick wall. Riven’s footing was thrown off when the wave hit and he grunted with the impact, expelling all the air in his lungs. He and Athela were flung in opposite directions from the ability’s power and each toppled head over heels until they too came to abrupt and violent halts against the bars along the perimeter of the room.
Riven screamed, feeling his right leg shatter under the impact and he cursed while the satyr snarled his way.
The monster turned, dripping saliva and wiping viscous fluid from the ruined eyeball Athela had ripped open. It bellowed once, twice, and then charged - making it halfway to Riven’s position and completely tearing through a wretched snare that latched onto its legs to finish him off when Azmoth leapt onto its back to bring it down with a predatory roar.
Azmoth’s face was caved in on the left side with half of his long, obsidian teeth missing. Two of his arms were mangled and broken, and one of his knees looked rather useless as it hung at his side, but he was ravenously biting and clawing at the satyr anyways. Completely ignoring his pain, he continued to rip away at the larger demon like a tiger having nearly overdosed on stimulants.
With the miasma gone, the wounds on the satyr were there to stay and obviously had taken a toll on the struggling monster. Modified blood-webbing bombarded it as plethoras of small needles erupted from Athela’s curled thorax, and Riven continued to launch volleys of discs at the creature’s back whenever Azmoth wasn’t in the way.
The satyr bellowed, got up and nearly fell over immediately after that as it grunted amidst the barrage and readjusted its posture. It clamped its own razor teeth into Azmoth’s burning neck, but the obsidian plating covering the brutalisk’s body kept it from effectively doing any damage. Snarling, the satyr flexed its muscles, began to glow a deep purple, and with a burst of power - ripped Azmoth off of it and bodily slammed the large demon into the ground.
Stone sprayed up from the ground as Azmoth’s body made contact, and as Azmoth tried to scramble back up with another roar - the satyr warlord lifted up its gigantic club and brought it down upon Azmoth’s head.
Riven was now getting low mana after the last volley of discs embedded in the satyr’s oozing back, and his leg was healing but at a much slower pace than normal. Faint traces of purple miasma coated his wounds and was somehow inhibiting his natural healing abilities, but despite this Riven tried to save the infant brutalisk with everything he had. Drawing out a small knife, he brought his arm back and flung it forward as hard as he possibly could.
He watched the dagger fly through the air. The brutal beating that the satyr warlord was giving Azmoth was hard to watch… the spiked tips of the club were tearing out large pieces of the demon’s body and face even despite Azmoth’s metal plating, and one arm was being utterly crushed as the flaming demon tried to get back up. The look of crazed glee from the drooling, wide-eyed satyr was interwoven with bleating cackles…
Until the dagger zipped through the air and embedded itself into the satyr’s remaining good eye with a wet thud.
“RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
The warlord reeled, dropping its spiked club and clutching at its newly ruined eyeball with shaky hands before yanking the dagger out and flinging it to the ground. It continued to bellow and almost doubled over while covering up its injury, only to whirl and snarl Riven’s way.
It could still smell and hear, but the satyr warlord was now completely blinded.
Riven snarled right back. Without a second thought and anger rising up in his chest, Riven pulled out a vial of sinner’s blood from his bag. Downing the contents he felt his mana quickly replenish, and his leg began to mend itself more rapidly. “Come on you cock sucking GOAT!”
The remnants of the monster’s ruined eyes narrowed, and hot vapor trailed out of its mouth while it panted. It wiped its bloodied lips on one arm, hoisted its club above its head, and with a roar: threw the club as hard as it could in Riven’s direction.
The enormous weapon spun through the air in an arc as the monster used the opportunity to ram its foot into the ground - creating a shockwave that was supposed to knock him down so the throw would hit true. For for a moment it looked like it’d work.
Thus, Athela screeched in disbelief and awe as Riven jumped up and to left to avoid the waist-high shockwave and conjured not one, not two, but 8 simultaneous wretched snares that he molded together into one large net. He held onto the net with a reinforced mana connection from a location just above his hands and willed the black magic to expand, opening up to catch the spinning meteor of a club before he was nearly taken off his feet as the projectile’s force pulled him backwards.
But Riven continued to infuse the conjured and reinforced net with mana as he quickly slid across the floor, silently screaming at his magic to do his bidding while he was dragged backwards to a likely death at high speed. Over and over again he pictured what he wanted and willed the mana to act, pouring his heart and soul into the internal motion while using the Unholy and Blood Pillars attached to his soul like a sieve to purify the raw mana into blood magic. The Pillars responded, embracing him, and it promptly came blazing to life under his extreme mental state.
“DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!”
The words left Riven’s mouth as he gave vision and meaning to what he wanted the blood magic to do, and to Athela’s continued amazement - the corpses around Riven were drained and erupted around him. The blood of the bodies all whirled in a vortex to come to his call, and for the first time since the blood pit - he willed his environmental resources to do his bidding just like the textbooks had talked about. The result was a massively reduced mana cost and a vastly increased power output.
*POP-BOOM*
[The Blood Pillar recognizes your authority, and the system has labeled your Blood Pillar as your Specialty Pillar. You may now evolve your blood pillar, and you are now restricted from obtaining any other specialty pillars.]
[Your bloodline begins to stir. You have created the blood spell ‘Crimson Ice’.]
[Crimson Ice (Blood): Summon ice created from blood to cover an area around or on you. You may utilize this crystalized blood to form objects or walls, cause your opponents to slip, and create temporary body modifications with variable utility. Mana cost is situational and can vary from extremely high to extremely low. Dependent on both Intelligence(40%) and Willpower (60%) stats. No cooldown.]
Comments
Trent Boehm
Haha glad to hear it :)
James Faulkner
Holy shit so worth the sub
