Chapitre 88: Slash And Dice
Shortly after Axiolypito had been exposed to Sir Solitar's incredible speed, he had truly gone all out to try and at least get the man of his back for an instant.
At this point, Axio was willing to run directly into the flames, in spite of the danger, because being burned alive seemed less lethal than engaging with this swordsman any longer.
Even this was too much too ask however, any spawner or seed he attempted to use were destroyed mercilessly, illusions didn't impress him in the least, not questioning the veracity of anything the wretch tried to show, simply slashing right through and at the monster.
His monster bait and flare were useless due to the ring of flames and even then, he was highly doubtful that any worthwhile monster would show up to his rescue.
The only true things that were helping him were his size manipulation and special body.
Even then, they fell short, Sir Solitar was quick to figure out how to adjust his cutting, slashes were appearing on Axio's body at every instant, it was only a matter of time until-
As Axiolypito kept on running away, the loud sound of something akin to glass shattering rang throughout the battlefields and even, the entirety of the united lands.
'Prophet broke through..!' thought the wretch, the perfect shield to hide behind had arrived, now he just needed to hold on until he could switch places with the immortal.
"Luck is on my sid-" he tried to gloat as per usual but unbeknowst to him, the short while he had spent realising that the barrier had broke and what it entailed had been enough for the swordsman to take advantage off.
With a single, well placed kick, Sir Solitar sent him into the air, in the perfect spot to be diced up.
The kick was fully nullified by his body as Solitar had focused on his sword slashes until now, but it was no cause of celebration for the monster, he was still exactly where his opponent wanted, mid-air, he could still dodge, most opponents wouldn't even be able to take advantage of this against him...
Sir Solitar wasn't most opponents however, he had already figured out how to cut the wretch when he was free to move as he wished, now, it was no more than childsplay.
'I need to shrink-' he was too slow.
Before he could even attempt to activate his ability, Sir Solitar had already gotten into position, his stance screaming nothing but pure murder in the eyes of the monster.
He couldn't do anything as flurry of blows rained upon him, in the small instant that his feet didn't touch the ground, countless slashes befell him, how many actually reached him, even Axio couldn't tell in the least, they were way too fast.
His peculiar body constitution failed to defend him, letting the blade ravage him as if he was just any other wretch.
He tried to bend and weave still, only pushing back the inevitable, however, Axiolypito, even as he getting destroyed, refused to submit to someone he would always consider lesser than himself, he refused to die by the blade of Sir Solitar and he refused to due while still being a slave to the Obsidian Queen.
Even as his limbs were being chopped off, he didn't let go of his ego, not even for an instant, even as the vision of this rock getting awfully close to the congregation of other rocks played out in his mind, he didn't fear his end.
His will was unbroken and it was then that he unconsciously commanded his creations in Amor to retrieve as much experience for him as possible, causing them to seemingly go berserk.
The amount of massacre following this was unprecedented, even leaving the only now arriving Undying Prophet a bit shook at the sight of boss monsters and an utter abomination rampaging through the ranks of the defenders of Amor, who had been on the winning side until now.
The orc literally had nothing to do, even though they clearly appeared to be temporary creations, he didn't doubt what would be left of the enemy after that wouldn't be much.
Still, this strange event arouse his suspicions as he felt the flow of experience converging on a single point, quite a distance away from himself.
Without fear, he rushed in this direction, hoping that he would be able to find out what was going on, since it seemed like an extraordinary foe was to be found after all.
It wasn't the Second Minister that was going to help him however, the orc was too far away, the torrent of XP currently regenerating him and preventing his death would run out long before he was even half-way there.
After all, the more XP he gained, the more he would to reach the desired threshold that would heal him.
The flow of experience was exhilarating but the wretch didn't let it get to his head, the swordsman was actually maintaining him mid-air with his careful slashes, simultaneously murderising him and also keeping him from getting away.
He had no occasion to shrink however, it seemed like getting beaten to a pulp prevented the activation of this ability, something Axio hadn't realised since getting actually hit wasn't something that happened often, even being touched at all was uncommon.
So instead, he took a dangerous decision, he had trained to produce spawners and such from others points of his body other than his hands, all of his limbs were being amputated before he could do anything, however, he had trained another area.
His tongue that is.
Grinning like the little cockroach he was, he formed a seed of challenge in his mouth and without hesitation, used his supergrowth on it, to make it form instantly, blasting the front portion of his face off, not moving Sir Solitar at all but at least launching himself in the opposite direction.
His face regenerated thanks to the influx of XP, he ignored the feeling of evolution of certain parts of his body entirely and took off running like never before, Solitar may be fast but if he had a headstart and was able to accumulate speed-
His hopes were short-lived however, as the man, suddenly appeared right in front of him, his nagamaki brought down and slashing right into the top of the wretch's head.
Something was shattered as the sword went through and it wasn't just his skull.
A loud wave of something invisible washed all around the wretch, clearing the flames but, as could be expected now, not even budging the swordsman in the least, however, the ground cracked in a wide circle, much wider than the ring of flames had ever been.
"Still alive!" Axiolypito's ear-bleeding voice rang out as he fell straight down, Sir Solitar evading the fall by having skillfully jumped away before the ground had fully broken.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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