The three mythical rank auras swept through the battlefield in an instant. It was as dominating as it was suffocating. Ally and foe alike, they felt their skin crawl and their hearts beat a tune of fear. The only mythical rank monster they'd ever encountered was the dragon that had become Ed's Avatar. It was unfathomable for three to appear in one place, at the same, especially in their world.
"What a terrifying aura…!" Dawlish, who stood next to Johan, exclaimed.
His son was the next to talk. "Their cultivation is lower…Somehow that is not as reassuring as I thought it would be," he said with a nervous grin. "I wonder if that skeleton is the one that created all those undead."
"I don't see anyone else that fits the description of a necromancer more than it," Dawlish said. The duo talked while keeping their instincts sharp. They didn't know where the attack might come from next, and they especially on guard against Raikou, who's ripped an Immortal Establishment level 7 cultivator's neck as if it was a piece of rotten bread.
However, not once did they spare the time to check on the Blood sect's master. At this point, he was an afterthought to them; they were confident in his survival. They knew that the dragon's flames would feel like a summer's breeze to him. After all, they had recognized the dragon. It was the same dragon that No-bō asked for as a gift for his attack on Scale kingdom two years ago. It took a great deal of convincing Erykytos.
Back at the blood sect's headquarters, the black dragon was still giving it his all, releasing all the pent up rage it had with no regards to Ed's safety. Of course, it knew that his flames had no effect, as he couldn't feel any reaction from underneath, but he didn't stop.
Under the Susanoo's bones, Ed looked at Gobuta's peculiar action; he was licking his palm. Quickly, however, Ed noticed the traces of blood on it.
"What happened?" he asked.
"The man earlier, with the great sword," Gobuta answered, "I stopped his sword with my hand but he still cut me. I really want to fight him!"
Ed noticed Gobuta's eyes glow with a maniacal light. 'Is this because he carried the Demon Lord title…?' Ed thought to himself and sighed. He raised his hand high and chopped down on Gobuta's head. "That's what sword do, you idiot! They cut!" he said. "Plus, you already know the plan. It's my dad who's going to fight Dawlish. He called it fate. After all, their parents fought over a hundred years ago. And the one I'm going to fight is no one other than..."
Before Ed could finish his sentence, he felt the flames of Entei let up. The dragon finally had his fill, or so it seemed. He swept down on Erykytos. The mountain-sized dragon moved the atmosphere with his flight speed. It instantly felt like the surrounding air shifted position towards the dragon. The difference in size between the dragon and the master was like an elephant and an ant. Yet, as the distance between the two shrunk down, the two seemed to switch their sizes.
"How boring," Erykytos said. "I would have preferred to fight one of those three."
The aura of the blood sect master exploded; it was his turn to overwhelm the battlefield. His Qi alone rivaled that of the three mythical monsters. Erykytos held his hands out and the right hovered above the left. He closed his left eye and focused with the other one; the dragon was sandwiched between the hands. Then, as he clapped the two of them, the dragon seemed to love all of his mobility mid-air. His wings folded forcefully, and his body seemed as if was squeezed between two cymbals.
The dragon, however, wasn't about to get defeated yet. He struggled as it pushed against the forces binding him. His jaws clamped hard on his teeth, while all of his bones shouted in pain; but he didn't cease. His out scales cracked under the immense force, but he was slowly able to move.
Then, with a final roar, he broke free and released Qi all around him, allowing him to overwhelm Erykytos' Qi, although just momentarily.
"Hoo, how promising," Erykytos praised the dragon's efforts. "Last time you weren't able to budge at all."
The dragon felt humiliated by the words that reached his ears and clapped his wings in the air just once. Just once, and he was right above Erykytos. He looked at the pea-sized human in front of him and swiped with his claws, leaving deep scars in the earth's crust. Yet, he felt no reaction. He couldn't see Erykytos move, but he knew that he had escaped somehow.
The dragon raised his head and looked around, and soon enough his eyes caught a red dot to his right. Erykytos was hovering in the air as if waiting for the dragon to resume his attacks, which the latter didn't disappoint. He released a flame roar towards Erykytos, but this time it was a massive area of effect attack, but instead, a concentrated laser that traveled through the air at an astonishing speed. Erykytos, however, didn't shy away from the attack and punched it away. The attack collided with a nearby mountain, causing to explode into nothing.
Erykytos kept looking at the damage caused by the attack, and just as he looked back at the dragon, he noticed that he was in front of him this time. The black dragon flipped in the air and channeled the rotation force to his tail. Erykytos had no way to dodge the attack this time and was sent, like an arrow, through the ground.
The dragon flew down and stood above the ground, right next to the hole where Erykytos fell through; a red hue floated all over his body.
Erykytos emerged out of the hole and was greeted by the dragon's roar.
The red hue was condensed Qi, and it was let out at the same time as the roar. The attack was similar to a concentrated explosion, which tore the air and the ground. The dragon flapped its wings in order to stay afloat, as the ground under him had turned into a deep crater. The Blood sect master hovered as well; there was no visible wound on him.
"It's time for you to sleep," Erykytos said, and almost immediately, the dragon found himself hugging the ground. An even more intense force overwhelmed him this time, as he kept sinking further and further down.
Erykytos turned around and just as he was about to join the battlefield, he noticed three beings standing in his way.
"It looks like my wish came through after all," he smiled and put his hands behind him.
Back in the battlefield, Ed and Arthur stood in front of their two enemies, Dawlish and Johan.
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Dawlish and Arthur wasted no two seconds, as they clashed immediately. The difference in their cultivation level was not a small one. After all, even after leveling up, Arthur was still stuck on Immortal Establishment level 7, while Dawlish was at the peak, level 10. Yet, similar to Gobuta earlier, Arthur was able to take Dawlish's sword, and return one not one millimeter less ferocious.
The two clashed once, twice, a dozen times every second, leaving behind craters everywhere around the battlefield.
By now, everyone had found an opponent to fight. Those left with no enemy stood on the sidelines and watched anxiously, yet at the same time, they were astonished. A dozen battles took place at the same time, and each one was more breathtaking than the previous.
Akira, who was forced to promise, by Arthur, to stand back and remain in the sidelines in order to protect their allies in case of a hidden force of Blood sect, watched, full of worry, as his son and his comrades fought with their blood and sweat. A burning sensation of rage and disappointment raced around his flurried mind; he wanted to be on the frontline fighting. But, a promise was a promise, and to back down would sully his precious pride.
Hayato and his enemy stared daggers into each other. His opponent was one of Johan's teammates, which accompanied him in the tower when he first met Ed. He was a tall man with reddish-brown hair and a herculean build. His eyes were brown and his visage gave the impression that he didn't smile a lot. He carried a mace. The shaft was made of pure wood, glazed with steel to make it easy to hold, while the head was made of Mythril, and several spikes protruded out of it.
The two of them made a move at the same time, and the result was as expected…Hayato drove his enemy's head into the ground, cracking it. However, as if nothing had happened, the man stood up right away.
Similar battles were happening all over the place, with Alicia, Ellie, and Leon fighting the rest of Johan's teammates.
Emilia, however, had another goal in mind. Ed had planned on avoiding such an outcome, but it came to be this way. She stood in front of Sarin, a fire burning at the pit of her stomach, yet her ice magic felt colder and deadlier than ever. The Poison sect master bit on his molars so hard, cracks started to form on them. They dared to use his existence as a way to attack the master; they tarnished his name and made fun of him. They humiliated him. He stared at his hand, as a purple liquid started to ooze out of them. His magic returned to normal, but why did it malfunction earlier? The question plagued his mind. He didn't know that Ed had set a rule on the dimension that he created. Fire magic would transform into Poison magic, and vice versa. It was all in order to make the transformed Gobuta appear more believable.
Of course, he had the choice of summoning the Kraken, but Ed was worried that the Blood sect master would notice the difference between an Avatar summoning, and a normal summoning.
"Edward Avalon won't even face me this time?" Sarin spoke as he sent half a look towards Emilia. "He sends his late night whore to entertain me, is that it?"
"You should be careful," Emilia stated. "His ears are quite sharp, and if he were to hear you, he'd chop you up into pieces."
"That's quite the confidence. I failed to see it last time when I pumped him full of poison," Sarin smirked and said. "I wonder how he survived. Did he get you to suck it out for him?"
"No not really," Emilia, still maintaining her cool, answered Sarin, but her cold gaze never left him. "He simply overcame your poison. Right now, you're no longer a threat to him if I dare presume. That's why I'm here. I'm more than enough of a match for you right now."
"Ha…HAHAHA!" Sarin broke into a fit of maniacal laughter. "I fail to see how you'll survive my poison, little princess of Aaragon!"
Sarin thrust his hand forward and poison surged out like a torrent. It didn't take long for it to surround Emilia's whole body. But, soon enough Sarin started to notice how it got less dense as if it was being sucked up.
"I never said I was going to fight you alone," Emilia said from within the poison mist. Soon it disappeared and she emerged spotless from within, right above her head, a golden slime sat. "We're far past the point of fair fights, am I right?"
Her Qi spiraled around her, creating a field of icy mist. Her silver hair fluttered in the wind and Suika jumped up and down her head. Quickly, the area around her and Sarin turned into a snowy plain.
Sarin didn't take the hint from before and started to attack from a distance with his poison. But, each and every time, without failure, Suika sucked up everything. Emilia took the chance to counterattack with ice pillars, which punctured the ground under Sarin, or ice spears which followed him like homing missiles.
Emilia created an ice arena, which surrounded Sarin from all direction, leaving him with only one way out, above him. He realized that it was a trap, but noticing hundreds of ice spears and arrows surrounding him, he had no choice but to fly up. There, he was met with an ice hammer, the size of a small house, hurling towards him. He used his poison to melt it almost immediately, but he noticed the colossal figure of ice golem approaching him.
"Impudent!" Sarin screamed as he released his poison magic in a sphere that formed around him. The golem which ran toward him dissipated into nothing almost immediately.
Sarin realized that he wasn't going to get far by using ranged attacks and thus switched to close combat. He rushed almost immediately towards Emilia, who managed to dodge his poison infused fists by a close margin. It was thanks to her daily training against Ellie that she managed to foresee the attacks' direction before they hit.
But, Sarin was much stronger than her, and it was only a matter of time before he could connect. Emilia was retreating further and further, every time, Sarin grazed her closer. It reached a point where she tripped, and as she was falling, Sarin accelerated until he was mere centimeters away from her.
Just as he thought of how he was going to finish her, he noticed the lingering sensation of Qi on the ground under him, and before he could even react, he felt dozens of areas all over his body burn up. Sarin looked down, but it was too painful to move his neck. He felt a liquid rush upwards, and couldn't hold it in. he puked blood all over his clothes. It was only then that he realized what had happened.
He stepped into a trap, which caused over twenty different ice weapons to pieces his body. On top of that, his hands and legs were bound by Ice Mountains.
The crimson red blood dripped all over the beautiful ice sculptures, and Sarin's hazy eyes focused on Emilia who started to approach him. In her hand was the most beautiful weapon that his eyes had ever seen. It was the same weapon of the strongest ice user that he encountered…no it was the second strongest now.
"Do you have any last words?" Emilia asked him out of courtesy.
"Heh…" Sarin struggled to produce any words, but he forced himself to look up, right into Emilia's cloudy eyes. "You look just like your mother."
Emilia could feel that her rage was slowly leaving her body. Maybe it was a pity, or maybe it was because she knew Ed would share all of her burdens, but she no longer hated the man in front of her. She looked him right in the eyes, and in one fell swoop, her rapier pierced his head. His warm blood froze on the cold edge of the rapier.
But, no matter how cold the rapier was, it couldn't change the warmth of the tears that fell from Emilia's eyes.
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