Chapter 603: Lilith - Familiar
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Touching upon the robes of Lemuria, I smiled with a victorious light. Genisis was a horrifying ritual I used as a spell. It was a dangerous Circle that no warrior could survive against. To relive all past battles, to experience all injuries through a single lifetime in an instant made Genisis my favorite Atre. There was no defending as this spell only worked with physical contact.
"NO!" Lemuria howled when all of a sudden I frowned as her robes turned to ash the moment of my touch. Frowning a little annoyed, I flickered to Arsene's side.
"That robe was alive?" I muttered faintly, clitting my tongue at such a wasted opportunity.
Standing in a white tunic, with a jerkin wrapped around her chest and set of trousers, Lemuria glared blankly. She gazed upon the ash floating lifelessly in space. Running her fingers through the ash, she turned to me.
"I'm... I'm going to kill you." She uttered so coldly, with a calmness I did not foresee.
Gripping her crystal Staff firmly, she whipped the blood from off her cheeks, from my counterspell, that was usually meant to interrupt midlevel Circles of the unsuspected. One simply needed to grasp what type of circle they were using alongside their laws.
"heed my call, Lucaris, The Broken," She chanted in a mighty tone that thundered as the void shook. Trembling and twisting, the scent of brimstone touched my nose as a foreboding premonition touched my heart.
"Oh shit." Arsene muttered, "Did she?"
"Yeah, she did. She contracted a demon, as a familiar." I coldly remarked.
Shaking the very stars, the Mirrored World withered to ash as we were pulled back into the Bed of Chaos once more. Hearing the cries of many off in the distance, the pungent stench of brimstone grew as a growl rumbled.
Tearing its way out of the void, I saw a three-meter tall beast without skin bleeding from every pore. The lids of its eyes were sowed shut, while two sinister-looking scimitars crafted with what appeared to be made of bone were held in each of his hands, dripping with its blood. Covered in rags that smelt of filth, a powerful sensation of hell radiated off into the void.
"A Torn Demon," Said Arsene solemnly.
"So you know of us?" Lucaris, The Broken remarked, wheezing fire from its mouth.
I frowned, narrowing my eyes only to hear a soul whisper from Arsene. "Torn demons are tormented souls of hell that slowly became demons. They are the lowest of the hierarchy, as they have not formed their horns yet. Nevertheless, this one seems a little different. Torn demons aren't supposed to talk."
"Heed my will, and strike, Lucaris, The Broken, Overlord of the Torn," Lemuria uttered with a stillness that made me feel a little unsettle.
Pushing off space, Lucaris shredded the confines of space and arrived before me instantly. However, just as the Torn demon struck, Arsene was there like an apparition, repelling the two scimitars heading for my neck, releasing a sea of embers.
Witnessing seven sigils hum into existence, the realm around us shook as a foreboding power began to take off. Weaving in and out in an endless loop, a complex formation began to take place, carrying the Laws of Death, Time, and Destruction.
Identifying the nodes and the core of the seven-star circle that carried seven separate spells in one, I knew using counterspell would not work. Not on this type of spell.
Taken ahold of Arsene just as he parried Lascaris cross attack, space bent, and we retreated a few hundred kilometers with a single back step.
"We will not survive if we don't bring out the big gun," Arsene warned, and I could not disagree. Fighting one Realm Lord was already difficult. We had the element of surprise on our side, but not anymore. "The Torn demon was just testing us. He will be going in for the kill next attack. And he will find blood."
Watching Arsene take a deep breath, I could not help but smile at the anticipation upon his breath. Glancing off at the Holy Sword ship in the distance as two Heavenly Lords clash, I knew help was not going to come any time soon. If that Heavenly Lord was also from Aether, then Arken is dead for sure.
"Let's run wild then," I uttered, throwing out any plans for now. Letting my abyssal blood race through me, I could feel the bed of chaos quake as a primordial fear began to radiate from the void itself. Letting the laws of time slow my perception of time and the Dao of space cloak my blade. I uttered my movement arte, Moonlight Veil. That was a combination of the Laws of Time and space.
Moving like I was teleporting, reaching the Torn Devil instantly. I ignored Lemuria high tier spell. There was a reason Space Cultivators were one of the most hated people to fight. Aurelia, the Fallen, had proven that. If I recall correctly, from my inheart knowledge growing each day. It was she who first used the laws of space like this.
Flickering my blade towards the Torn Demon, space had ceased to exist for me, as by blade ignored its presence. Aiming for his every artery, a sea of embers once again washed over me, as the Torn Devil parried all my strikes with deadly precision and bore a foul bloody smile. When all of a sudden, a ruthless kick touched across his face, Arsene appeared like a ghost from the shadows.
Blasting Lucaris off his feet, the formation growing till the size of a small planet suddenly reached its Zenith. Flooding the solar system with horrendous power, Lemuria crystal staff began to bleed a rainbow-colored light.
Burning away the very fabric of space, creating small tears that filled the realm in spiral winds, I smiled and placed my hand onto Sene. Forming a bubble with the laws of space, Lemuria released her incantation.
"Seven Stars of Ruin!" she uttered as the vibrant starry light larger than anything I had ever seen materialized from her formation, falling towards us with divine judgment.
Expanding the bubble of space around Sene and myself, I bore a smile as my eyes locked onto the Torn Demon, who stood there star-struck. Witnessing as the seven stars, burning with heavenly might, all vanished.
"Checkmate," Arsene coldly declared as I pointed my finger towards the Torn Devil. Watching his eyes turn wide in pure horror, he roared as the Seven Stars of Ruin materialized around his body.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Touching upon the robes of Lemuria, I smiled with a victorious light. Genisis was a horrifying ritual I used as a spell. It was a dangerous Circle that no warrior could survive against. To relive all past battles, to experience all injuries through a single lifetime in an instant made Genisis my favorite Atre. There was no defending as this spell only worked with physical contact.
"NO!" Lemuria howled when all of a sudden I frowned as her robes turned to ash the moment of my touch. Frowning a little annoyed, I flickered to Arsene's side.
"That robe was alive?" I muttered faintly, clitting my tongue at such a wasted opportunity.
Standing in a white tunic, with a jerkin wrapped around her chest and set of trousers, Lemuria glared blankly. She gazed upon the ash floating lifelessly in space. Running her fingers through the ash, she turned to me.
"I'm... I'm going to kill you." She uttered so coldly, with a calmness I did not foresee.
Gripping her crystal Staff firmly, she whipped the blood from off her cheeks, from my counterspell, that was usually meant to interrupt midlevel Circles of the unsuspected. One simply needed to grasp what type of circle they were using alongside their laws.
"heed my call, Lucaris, The Broken," She chanted in a mighty tone that thundered as the void shook. Trembling and twisting, the scent of brimstone touched my nose as a foreboding premonition touched my heart.
"Oh shit." Arsene muttered, "Did she?"
"Yeah, she did. She contracted a demon, as a familiar." I coldly remarked.
Shaking the very stars, the Mirrored World withered to ash as we were pulled back into the Bed of Chaos once more. Hearing the cries of many off in the distance, the pungent stench of brimstone grew as a growl rumbled.
Tearing its way out of the void, I saw a three-meter tall beast without skin bleeding from every pore. The lids of its eyes were sowed shut, while two sinister-looking scimitars crafted with what appeared to be made of bone were held in each of his hands, dripping with its blood. Covered in rags that smelt of filth, a powerful sensation of hell radiated off into the void.
"A Torn Demon," Said Arsene solemnly.
"So you know of us?" Lucaris, The Broken remarked, wheezing fire from its mouth.
I frowned, narrowing my eyes only to hear a soul whisper from Arsene. "Torn demons are tormented souls of hell that slowly became demons. They are the lowest of the hierarchy, as they have not formed their horns yet. Nevertheless, this one seems a little different. Torn demons aren't supposed to talk."
"Heed my will, and strike, Lucaris, The Broken, Overlord of the Torn," Lemuria uttered with a stillness that made me feel a little unsettle.
Pushing off space, Lucaris shredded the confines of space and arrived before me instantly. However, just as the Torn demon struck, Arsene was there like an apparition, repelling the two scimitars heading for my neck, releasing a sea of embers.
Witnessing seven sigils hum into existence, the realm around us shook as a foreboding power began to take off. Weaving in and out in an endless loop, a complex formation began to take place, carrying the Laws of Death, Time, and Destruction.
Identifying the nodes and the core of the seven-star circle that carried seven separate spells in one, I knew using counterspell would not work. Not on this type of spell.
Taken ahold of Arsene just as he parried Lascaris cross attack, space bent, and we retreated a few hundred kilometers with a single back step.
"We will not survive if we don't bring out the big gun," Arsene warned, and I could not disagree. Fighting one Realm Lord was already difficult. We had the element of surprise on our side, but not anymore. "The Torn demon was just testing us. He will be going in for the kill next attack. And he will find blood."
Watching Arsene take a deep breath, I could not help but smile at the anticipation upon his breath. Glancing off at the Holy Sword ship in the distance as two Heavenly Lords clash, I knew help was not going to come any time soon. If that Heavenly Lord was also from Aether, then Arken is dead for sure.
"Let's run wild then," I uttered, throwing out any plans for now. Letting my abyssal blood race through me, I could feel the bed of chaos quake as a primordial fear began to radiate from the void itself. Letting the laws of time slow my perception of time and the Dao of space cloak my blade. I uttered my movement arte, Moonlight Veil. That was a combination of the Laws of Time and space.
Moving like I was teleporting, reaching the Torn Devil instantly. I ignored Lemuria high tier spell. There was a reason Space Cultivators were one of the most hated people to fight. Aurelia, the Fallen, had proven that. If I recall correctly, from my inheart knowledge growing each day. It was she who first used the laws of space like this.
Flickering my blade towards the Torn Demon, space had ceased to exist for me, as by blade ignored its presence. Aiming for his every artery, a sea of embers once again washed over me, as the Torn Devil parried all my strikes with deadly precision and bore a foul bloody smile. When all of a sudden, a ruthless kick touched across his face, Arsene appeared like a ghost from the shadows.
Blasting Lucaris off his feet, the formation growing till the size of a small planet suddenly reached its Zenith. Flooding the solar system with horrendous power, Lemuria crystal staff began to bleed a rainbow-colored light.
Burning away the very fabric of space, creating small tears that filled the realm in spiral winds, I smiled and placed my hand onto Sene. Forming a bubble with the laws of space, Lemuria released her incantation.
"Seven Stars of Ruin!" she uttered as the vibrant starry light larger than anything I had ever seen materialized from her formation, falling towards us with divine judgment.
Expanding the bubble of space around Sene and myself, I bore a smile as my eyes locked onto the Torn Demon, who stood there star-struck. Witnessing as the seven stars, burning with heavenly might, all vanished.
"Checkmate," Arsene coldly declared as I pointed my finger towards the Torn Devil. Watching his eyes turn wide in pure horror, he roared as the Seven Stars of Ruin materialized around his body.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Touching upon the robes of Lemuria, I smiled with a victorious light. Genisis was a horrifying ritual I used as a spell. It was a dangerous Circle that no warrior could survive against. To relive all past battles, to experience all injuries through a single lifetime in an instant made Genisis my favorite Atre. There was no defending as this spell only worked with physical contact. "NO!" Lemuria howled when all of a sudden I frowned as her robes turned to ash the moment of my touch. Frowning a little annoyed, I flickered to Arsene's side. "That robe was alive?" I muttered faintly, clitting my tongue at such a wasted opportunity. Standing in a white tunic, with a jerkin wrapped around her chest and set of trousers, Lemuria glared blankly. She gazed upon the ash floating lifelessly in space. Running her fingers through the ash, she turned to me. "I'm... I'm going to kill you." She uttered so coldly, with a calmness I did not foresee. Gripping her crystal Staff firmly, she whipped the blood from off her cheeks, from my counterspell, that was usually meant to interrupt midlevel Circles of the unsuspected. One simply needed to grasp what type of circle they were using alongside their laws. "heed my call, Lucaris, The Broken," She chanted in a mighty tone that thundered as the void shook. Trembling and twisting, the scent of brimstone touched my nose as a foreboding premonition touched my heart. "Oh shit." Arsene muttered, "Did she?" "Yeah, she did. She contracted a demon, as a familiar." I coldly remarked. Shaking the very stars, the Mirrored World withered to ash as we were pulled back into the Bed of Chaos once more. Hearing the cries of many off in the distance, the pungent stench of brimstone grew as a growl rumbled. Tearing its way out of the void, I saw a three-meter tall beast without skin bleeding from every pore. The lids of its eyes were sowed shut, while two sinister-looking scimitars crafted with what appeared to be made of bone were held in each of his hands, dripping with its blood. Covered in rags that smelt of filth, a powerful sensation of hell radiated off into the void. "A Torn Demon," Said Arsene solemnly. "So you know of us?" Lucaris, The Broken remarked, wheezing fire from its mouth. I frowned, narrowing my eyes only to hear a soul whisper from Arsene. "Torn demons are tormented souls of hell that slowly became demons. They are the lowest of the hierarchy, as they have not formed their horns yet. Nevertheless, this one seems a little different. Torn demons aren't supposed to talk." "Heed my will, and strike, Lucaris, The Broken, Overlord of the Torn," Lemuria uttered with a stillness that made me feel a little unsettle. Pushing off space, Lucaris shredded the confines of space and arrived before me instantly. However, just as the Torn demon struck, Arsene was there like an apparition, repelling the two scimitars heading for my neck, releasing a sea of embers. Witnessing seven sigils hum into existence, the realm around us shook as a foreboding power began to take off. Weaving in and out in an endless loop, a complex formation began to take place, carrying the Laws of Death, Time, and Destruction. Identifying the nodes and the core of the seven-star circle that carried seven separate spells in one, I knew using counterspell would not work. Not on this type of spell. Taken ahold of Arsene just as he parried Lascaris cross attack, space bent, and we retreated a few hundred kilometers with a single back step. "We will not survive if we don't bring out the big gun," Arsene warned, and I could not disagree. Fighting one Realm Lord was already difficult. We had the element of surprise on our side, but not anymore. "The Torn demon was just testing us. He will be going in for the kill next attack. And he will find blood." Watching Arsene take a deep breath, I could not help but smile at the anticipation upon his breath. Glancing off at the Holy Sword ship in the distance as two Heavenly Lords clash, I knew help was not going to come any time soon. If that Heavenly Lord was also from Aether, then Arken is dead for sure. "Let's run wild then," I uttered, throwing out any plans for now. Letting my abyssal blood race through me, I could feel the bed of chaos quake as a primordial fear began to radiate from the void itself. Letting the laws of time slow my perception of time and the Dao of space cloak my blade. I uttered my movement arte, Moonlight Veil. That was a combination of the Laws of Time and space. Moving like I was teleporting, reaching the Torn Devil instantly. I ignored Lemuria high tier spell. There was a reason Space Cultivators were one of the most hated people to fight. Aurelia, the Fallen, had proven that. If I recall correctly, from my inheart knowledge growing each day. It was she who first used the laws of space like this. Flickering my blade towards the Torn Demon, space had ceased to exist for me, as by blade ignored its presence. Aiming for his every artery, a sea of embers once again washed over me, as the Torn Devil parried all my strikes with deadly precision and bore a foul bloody smile. When all of a sudden, a ruthless kick touched across his face, Arsene appeared like a ghost from the shadows. Blasting Lucaris off his feet, the formation growing till the size of a small planet suddenly reached its Zenith. Flooding the solar system with horrendous power, Lemuria crystal staff began to bleed a rainbow-colored light. Burning away the very fabric of space, creating small tears that filled the realm in spiral winds, I smiled and placed my hand onto Sene. Forming a bubble with the laws of space, Lemuria released her incantation. "Seven Stars of Ruin!" she uttered as the vibrant starry light larger than anything I had ever seen materialized from her formation, falling towards us with divine judgment. Expanding the bubble of space around Sene and myself, I bore a smile as my eyes locked onto the Torn Demon, who stood there star-struck. Witnessing as the seven stars, burning with heavenly might, all vanished. "Checkmate," Arsene coldly declared as I pointed my finger towards the Torn Devil. Watching his eyes turn wide in pure horror, he roared as the Seven Stars of Ruin materialized around his body. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
