章 153: Ouranos And Azazel (3)
"Hahaha" Berg laughed aloud when he heard Azreal speak, the feeling that he was under a doom confused him but Ouranos was there now with the two of them fighting, losing was out of the question.
Boom!
Before Berg stopped laughing Azreal appeared in front of him with his fist clenched— one scythe over his back and one in the other hand—, his fist sent Berg straight down into the ground, creating a small crater, deep cracking sounds could be heard.
Although Ouranos was shocked by how quickly Azreal appeared in front of Berg without him realizing but he didn't let him shock hold him back.
Shaking it off he jumped over to where Azreal was on top of Berg and started attacking him, the staff he used left an afterimage every time it moved but still Azreal managed to dodge them, at first there were a few close calls but eventually it became clear that he couldn't hit him.
'Is he predicting my movements?' Ouranos thought as furrowed his brows.
Temporarily he stopped attacking with the staff instead using it as an extra limb, it was only now that a few hits landed, Ouranos attacked Azreal with both his legs, hands, and tail while using the staff to hold himself up to he never had to touch the ground.
Ouranos performed a series of complicated movements that normally would've left Azreal stumped but now that barely seemed to leave any damage when they made contact.
'Am I getting weaker?'
Before Ouranos could explore the thought any further Azreal suddenly stopped dodging and spoke.
"Enough"
As the words left his mouth Azreal gabbed on Ouranos incoming tail, in the same instant he raised the scythe with the [Eternal Damnation] technique, seeing the scythe and being unable to escape Azreal grabs he started attacking Azreal even harder but none of it worked.
Whoosh
Azreal plunged the scythe into his chest, completely ripping it apart.
"One"
Just as Azreal was about to go over to Berg he saw a faint movement in his peripheral vision, turning around he saw the goat flying towards one of the markings on the ground.
Seeing that Azreal spotted him he looked at him with a smile and spoke in his sinister voice.
"I'm not sure what these markings mean but I bet that the sudden boost in your strength probably has something to do with it" as the goat spoke he took off his sword ready to destroy the markings.
Before he got the change Azreal was practically right in front of him.
"Don't get cocky and mistake me for them" the goat spoke with disdain as he easily deflected Azreal.
Without wasting a second Azreal was already upon him but this time he was just a little bit too slow, the goat already plunged his sword into the markings beneath his feet.
And just as he'd suspected the 'dome' that he'd sensed before disappeared but before he could even relish in his small victory, just as he felt the 'dome' starting to vanish he felt a sudden pain from his back and before he could move away the scythe went through his chest and down into the ground.
Azreal who was already flying towards him experienced a drop in speed and strength but with the scythe holding the goat in place he wouldn't escape.
Woosh
The goats head was sent flying within seconds of him entering the fight.
Looking down at the broken rune Azreal didn't feel bad he was already close to his limit, the area that he created was just around twenty meters in total but just maintaining that for the roughly six minutes pushed him close to his limit.
Walking back over to Berg who was only now just starting to get up Azreal plunged the scythe into his skull.
All this time he hadn't total taken his eyes off the rabbit, the rabbit, on the other hand, was staring a the markings as if she was wondering if they still worked.
The warbeast that were around watching the fight said nothing at all, they all watched in horror as the original normal looking scythe absorbed the blood that was dripping off it and started giving a horrible feeling.
"Don't worry it's gone, I'm sure you can sense it"
Azreal spoke with a smile as he looked at both the rabbit and the cracked rune.
….
"I'm the God Of Mischief, why should I use my own power to fight when you can lend me yours?"
Darius said as he looked at Azreal with a cocky smile, when Azreal heard that he thought it was strange since to him Darius didn't fit the image of the god of mischief.
"Although I created this after becoming mischief, it won't affect you"
"What is it?" Azreal asked curiously.
"It's a domain skill, within the area of effect of the dome you'll siphon the strength of whoever you're fighting and temporally make it your own, since you're fighting warbeast that strength should only be physical, since you don't have my eyes so your going to have to draw the four physical marks, once you've done that just pour your energy into it and they'll form the domain, bare in mind it takes a lot of energy and the larger it is the more energy it'll take"
...
As his conversation with Darius popped up in his mind he showed no change in his expression.
'Was she going to run or fight?'
As soon as he thought that he laughed what kind of idiot would stay and fight? He wouldn't even stay to fight in a situation like this.
"My Name is Azazel"
Azreal was surprised when she spoke, was she going to fight?
"Mmm, you know this is your chance to run because if you stay to fight I am going to kill you"
Although he didn't want it to sound that cocky it did.
With a 'hmph' a surge of current started circulating all over Azazel's body, bending as she pounced towards him she managed to move even faster.
Azreal had no intention on taking any of those electric hits so he dodged all he could and what he couldn't he used the scythes to block.
Every time the scythe with the souls got hit he could hear the wailing even louder almost like they felt the pain.
Azazel fighting moves were refined like she was performing but she wasn't as strong or fast as Ouranos and Berg and the lighting that covered her body wasn't all that.
Getting hit with them would definitely hurt but compared to Ahadi it was far from enough.
Azreal wanted to leave himself open so she would come in close and he could just gut her but she was dumb enough to let it happen.
'Tsk'
Azreal pushed the scythe through a portal right in front of Azazel, but she seemingly expected, using the incoming scythe as a sort of springboard she used it to push herself forward.
Looking ahead her eyes widened with shock
Unfortunately for her what she pushed herself into was the other scythe which Azreal threw right into her chest.
Walking over to her Azreal pulled the scythe out of her chest and started looking around at the other warbeast that were stunned silly, at the very least there had to be three hundred of them.
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