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章 186: Shadow-Geuse Hands

"Shit." he mutters as he stands and allows Henrietta to see the glassy-eyed Agnes and Louise staring at them. "Fucking Ring of Andvari." he grouses, shocking Henrietta at the name of the artifact.

"Then they are-"

"Controlled." he finishes for her. He draws Derflinger from his waist and cuts her bonds before turning towards Sheffield. "I'LL LET YOU GUYS HANDLE THEM! SHE'S MINE!" he shouts, loud enough for Tiffania and Ralf to hear.

With that, he pounces towards Sheffield, leaving Henrietta standing there weaponless as her mind-controlled subjects slowly advance towards her, weapons at the ready.

She slowly backs away, unsure how to react in this situation, or even if she should run or stay and help them break from the spell. Her eyes trail off to the side where her entourage of soldiers and mages begin marches up the hill towards her. Did this Sheffield woman intend to have her killed by her own subjects?

Fortunately, a shadow flies over her and blocks the sun temporarily, quickly landing and allowing the man named Ralf to leap forward and block the musket ball shot by Agnes. Tiffania quickly hops off of the dragon next, turning her attention towards Louise who seemed to be absent-mindedly casting an explosion spell, only to be forced to dodge to the side as Tiffania's own 'Erase' spell flies past her ineffectually.

"Princess, stay behind me." she says, hoping to prevent any casualties from Sheffield's magic... Even if such a thing was terribly unlikely.

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Michael shoots towards Sheffield like a bullet, his Essence Shift passive wasn't stacked at all, so that combined with Shadow Dance being inactive massively lowers his usual speed. But he's still significantly faster than your average person.

He quickly arrives atop the hill where Sheffield was standing, the woman tucking the Prayer Book in between her breasts as he holds out her palms towards Michael in a combat stance.

"I've been waiting for months to do this! Take this you cunt!" he exclaims as he uses Blink Strike, appearing behind her and chopping down heavily with Derflinger as said blade cheers for his partner's success.

*Thwip!*

His blade passes through nothing however, as Sheffield rolls to the side, obviously having anticipated such an attack from her previous experience observing Michael. Still, the speed of his attack has her stumbling to avoid it, forcing her to swipe a hand at him, causing her shadow hand to manifest and smack him in the chest with a backhand.

"Argh!" he grunts as he's sent tumbling away from the force of the attack, eventually sliding to a stop as he finally catches himself. Her attack had knocked the wind out of him, but it hadn't done in real damage, none that he couldn't heal in a second or two at least.

"Not looking so tough now, Gandalfr." she chuckles as runes he'd never seen before begin glowing on her forehead under the fringe of her hair.

"Mjöðvitnir?" he mutters, quickly recalling anything he'd read on it. He knew she was a Void Familiar, but what runes she had was another matter entirely. Mjöðvitnir was known as the Mind of God, which had something to do with magical artifacts... Kind of expected given the many shiny baubles she always seemed to be wearing.

The runes on her forehead grow brighter with more intensity as more shadows manifest around her bracelet. The single hand of shadows splits into two, then four, then eight. This continues until there were around thirty large shadow hands sprouting from her shadow.

Things don't just end there however, her boots flash with light as she literally steps on the air, as if standing on an invisible platform. She jumps again as Michael picks his jaw up off of the floor and begins to act, but by then her shadow hands were already darting towards him.

"Time to show your worth, Derflinger!" he exclaims as he swings the magic eating swords towards the shadow hands.

"I have no idea what you mean, partner!" the sword yelps, unaware of his own abilities due to some kind of mental block or senility only found among old sentient artifacts.

Fortunately, the blade swings true, sucking the shadow hands up like a vacuum cleaner every time he comes into contact with them.

Sheffield squints at the ease with which her summoned appendages are eliminated, but just focuses and summons more of them, though, this does come with some costs. Her bracelet cracks slightly as her runes glow brighter, the enchantments on it being overtaxed.

Indeed, her Mjöðvitnir runes didn't just allow her to easily use any artifact. But use artifacts in ways their creators hadn't intended. Her bracelet was known as the 'Shadow-Grasp Band', as was only intended to summon a single shadow hand at a time. Additionally, it these hands could only manifest from the bracelet itself, instead of Sheffield's shadows.

Her boots were no different, only intended to create temporary footholds so that the user could 'double-jump', but the footholds she was creating lasted as long as she wished... At the expense of her boots durability.

Not that Michael was aware of any of this, content to continue destroying her manifested shadow hands with Derflinger. Unknowingly sucking the Shadow-Grasp Band dry of its enchantments as Derflinger continued eating the magic made manifest by it.

Sheffield growls, and retrieve some inconspicuous-looking spherical stones that occasionally pulsed with red light. She focuses on them with her runes before tossing them at Michael in a haphazard manner. She lacked accuracy, but the number of projectiles she'd scattered made up for it.

Michael notices this, but isn't willing to flee until Derflinger shouts in fright, "Partner! Run! Firestones!" he exclaims, causing Michael to sweatdrop. Firestones? Like the Windstones used to summon a gigantic tornado in Antomiers? "Shit!" he murmurs, quickly summoning Counter Spell and simultaneously Pouncing away, just in time too, as the stones explode with a tremendous *BOOOOM!*.


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章 187: Eye for an Eye

*BOOOM!*

The scattered firebombs all explode at once, momentarily covering the area in smoke while sending Michael tumbling away from the shockwave. Fortunately, Shadow Dance activates due to the smoke concealing him, which helps in healing the injuries he'd sustained from being so close to the explosion in the first place.

Once Michael stops tumbling head over foot, he spits a bloody tooth onto the floor and hastily pats out the flames covering his left arm, the heavy burns quickly beginning to heal and fade away under the effects of Shadow Dance. "Thank god I picked Slark or I'd be dead ten times over by now." he mutters while shaking his head and getting to his feet.

The smoke was still obstructing his sight, but he could hear Sheffield's quiet breathes and exertions. Those invisible platforms might be useful, but jumping between them must be tiring to do constantly.

"Fuck this." he whispers to himself, deciding to try and finish this fight as fast as possible. He points over at the ground and quietly casts, "Serpent Wards." causing Rhasta's giant serpent spirits to manifest, each of them instantly looking in one direction in particular... Could they sense Sheffield without seeing her?

The answer was yes, judging by the shouts of surprise given by Sheffield as the Serpent wards begin firing flame darts at her, she was thoroughly taken off-guard by this ability.

Michael grips Derflinger tightly and dashes towards where he could hear her, running out of the smoke cloud and spotting her using her Shadow Hands to block the Serpents flame darts. "Blink Strike." Michael quickly whispers, appearing behind Sheffield and her defences, allowing him to finally get a hit on her.

Only...

*Clang!*

For a shield of energy to manifest and block the strike, a shield looking remarkably similar to what Nicholas Grimpt's artifacts granted him. Fortunately, he wasn't in the same situation as he had been back then.

The new skill that he'd learned from his Anti-Mage spirit called Mana Break activates, causing Derflinger to glow blue as a similarly coloured after image trailed behind it.

*Waum*

The distinct yet familiar sound of the skill activating alerts Sheffield to his presence, but its effect combined with Derflinger does way more damage than one would expect. Not to Sheffield, but to the artifact that'd shielded her.

The energy shield barely blocks his Mana Break-enhanced attack, but the blue energy that ripples through it almost instantly causes the life-preserving artifact to shatter, shocking Sheffield at the ease of which Michael had destroyed it.

This artifact wasn't the same as the ones used by Nicholas Grimpt, he had elected to use quantity over quality, each of his many artifacts only blocking a single blow before breaking... But Sheffield's had been given to her by the King of Gallia, it should've been able to resist a couple Square Mage tier spells before breaking... Which is why its shattering had shocked her so.

Still, the feedback of his blade being blocked by the energy shield runs up his hand and arms, almost splitting the skin between his fingers. But he quickly recovers enough to perform yet another strike. "You're done, Sheffield!" he roars as he swings down at her, intending to split her completely in half.

Sheffield scowls and thrusts her hand at him, the Ring of Andvari shining brightly along with her runes as she attempts to take control of him. "Not yet I'm not! KNEEL!"

*Flash!*

The Ring releases another burst of light which slams into Michael with full force, and despite his defences, it felt like Sheffield's words were boring into his brain through his eyes. As if a foreign electrical signal was attempting to highjack his senses.

"F-Fuck off!" he growls, rapidly shaking his head and opening his eyes before locking the Sheffield with a furious glare.

"Partner! What are you doing! Stop trying to harm her you crazy sod!" Derflinger shouts, obviously affected by the Ring of Andvari. Fortunately, he was just a sword and was unable to do anything to obstruct Michael.

Sheffield brings up her hand in some vain attempt to block the strike, accidentally putting the Ring of Andvari in its way. Derflinger strikes the ring, but pauses in mid-air as the blade rests on it...

...

Michael locks eyes with Sheffield for two, three seconds, until bright white cracks start forming on the ring's surface. The Mind of God's eyes open wide as she attempts to take the ring off, only for it to finally explode and blow her right arm completely off. Shrapnel scatters everywhere, puncturing Sheffield's torso, but also striking Michael, causing him to stumble backwards as metal shards pierce his chest, arms, face, and legs.

He falls to a knee, somehow having avoided any lethal damage, but seriously injured regardless. He looks over at Sheffield, who has a thin, shattered-looking energy shield dissipating from around her, blood steadily beginning to seep from her many new wounds. "G-Gandalfr, you, the ring..." she growls, glancing down at her missing right arm. Using her left, she retrieves another firestone and presses against her stump, causing her to yelp out in pain as she cauterizes the wound closed. "I'll kill you for this!"

Michael grins at her, planting the still somehow mind-controlled Derflinger into the ground and unsheathing a dagger from his waist. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this. All that time imagining the things I'd do to you for revenge. I'm about to make them reality." he states before activating Shadow Dance, covering him in the blackest cloud of smoke imaginable, with the only other distinguishable thing visible being Michael's two dimly glowing eyes.

He menacingly advances towards her as his wounds rapidly knit themselves closed, fragments of metal shrapnel from the destroyed Ring of Andvari pulling themselves from his flesh and dropping to the floor, leaving a good deal of blood behind as he walks.

"An eye for an eye, Sheffield." he growls while raising his weapon.


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