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Chapter 208: Ice White Hand
[Annihilation, you say.]
Suddenly, Vassago, who was disappearing into the fog, reappeared.
[You lowly thing. You dare to utter meanings you can't even begin to grasp. Whatever you're hiding, it's ultimately just a fragment.]
"Oh."
[It's nothing more than a clumsy imitation of authority.]
Vassago's chin lifts arrogantly as he spits out the words as if chewing them.
[You… I, the Marquis, will personally devour you.]
I mimicked slitting my throat and retorted.
"Insidious bastard. Keep in mind that today is the second time you're going to die."
[…….]
Saaa—.
Vassago's form disappears once again beyond the thick fog.
The moment his figure, which had been confronting us across the throne, completely vanished, complete darkness descended on the space all around, and intense cold air surged.
"That pathetic bastard puts on a show of bravado and runs away."
In fact, there's a reason why I keep talking.
It's because I can't let him harbor other intentions.
That's why I purposely engaged in useless verbal sparring.
All his attention must be focused solely on me.
He's an insidious bastard.
If he happens to go outside and join forces with the Myriad Demons Assembly guys, the situation will become troublesome.
Black did destroy the magic circle leading to the outside, but there may be hidden cards.
"Come out, you pathetic bastard."
Contrary to the light words I uttered, I heightened all the senses of my body.
Weeing—
I rotate the circles of my heart and expand my senses to the maximum.
At some point, the movements of the demonic creatures are simultaneously detected in the darkness…….
"Oh, great Roar!"
The moment the cries of the subordinates, like screams, resounded, Black raised his black sword and slashed forward.
Heart Void Style, Single Slash.
A sharply formed energy that shoots forward.
There was no destructive wave that usually accompanies a sword strike.
The extremely refined energy is the unique characteristic of the Baltahar Heart Void Style.
Saaa—.
Only a single refined sound, as if a well-honed blade were slicing through paper, was heard.
However, the destructive power contained within is not like that.
The compressed sword energy, even the noise of which is controlled, cuts through the front view from left to right as if cutting through space.
"Oh, great Roar!!"
The darkness is split, and the fog recedes to the left and right.
Visible in the space beyond is Vassago's form wrapped in a pure white vortex.
It was a fleeting moment.
The sharply extending sword energy seemed to cut through the vortex…….
Saaa—
The vortex instantly regained its original form, as if cutting through water with a knife.
At the same time, a massive amount of cold air, imbued with powerful energy, stretched out towards me.
"……What?"
Black, who had never seen sword energy return to nothingness in this form, frowned and looked at me.
"Ruin."
But I was already prepared.
Whir—
I wrapped myself in three layers of heat, leaped backward, and filled a space of about 1 meter in radius with heat.
The cold air, transformed into dozens of blade-like shapes, swept past as if to tear my whole body apart, but the amount that penetrated my body was not much due to the concentration of heat in a narrow space.
I remained in my leaped state, in mid-air, and activated the incantation, illuminating the pitch-black darkness.
6th Circle, Fire Wall.
Whoosh—
A huge curtain of flames erupted, splitting the space in front of me left and right, and the surrounding darkness began to be revealed in detail.
"Kiiiiiik!"
"Kweeeeek!"
The scene of dozens of demonic creatures, which were leaping, being annihilated as soon as they touched the flames.
No matter how strong a subordinate, they cannot transcend the limits of a demonic creature.
There's no one here who can break through a 6th Circle incantation except Vassago.
I looked down for a moment, floating in mid-air using levitation magic.
"……."
The wall of fire spreading to the left and right, splitting the pitch-black darkness.
The demonic creatures that were swarming in like moths were being burned to death one after another with grotesque screams.
Even at this moment, memories of the cruel past keep flashing through my mind.
Why does that wall of fire feel like the river of the underworld, separating the dead from the living?
The hellish past of the dead from 300 years ago was increasingly approaching reality.
I looked beyond the flames.
Staring at the pure white vortex emitting a frenzied cold air, I re-manifested the image.
Whoosh—
The heat of the widely spread Fire Wall began to rearrange towards the center.
The moment Black, who was watching from the other side, waiting for an opportunity, had a strange look in his eyes, I opened my fingertips.
Transformation of the incantation.
The enormous heat concentrated in the center of the Fire Wall formed a huge pillar of fire and erupted towards Vassago.
Paaaaang—!
I don't expect any luck. I knew that a 6th Circle incantation could not inflict damage on him. In the first place, it was merely a means to obstruct his vision.
The moment the huge pillar of fire, touching the pure white vortex, subsided helplessly.
The black dot concentrated in the air erupted, spewing lightning.
Pajijijik—
[Pathetic.]
It was then that Vassago stretched his hand towards the sky.
A transparent, almost white palm appeared from within the vortex.
The pure white palm, drawing an arc, struck the black lightning that was plummeting down as if to directly hit my head.
Along with the physical impact sound of "Thud—", a tremendous roar immediately erupted.
Kwajijijik—!
The concentrated lightning of Dark Heavenly Thunder is torn apart piece by piece and scatters in all directions.
[A mere imitation of authority.]
An arrogant voice resounded throughout the entire space, as when he first appeared here.
"Evade, Black."
As soon as I used Space Acceleration to move a step away, Black also left his position with a speed that seemed to leave an afterimage.
Pew—!
A tangible pressure, as if an arrow had bounced off, pierced through the spot where Black and I were, accompanied by a piercing sound.
At the same time, an intense sonic pressure erupted, as if to crush my whole body.
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'……Was it a success for now?'
I could easily tell that Vassago, this guy, was serious now.
The physical force that instantly neutralized Dark Heavenly Thunder seems simple at first glance, but in reality, it's not.
Vassago's hands, dyed pure white, so clear as to be transparent, are one of the two true secret skills possessed by the harbinger of death.
Ice White Hand, Death Ice.
A form that purely transforms extremely concentrated demonic energy into cold air and emits it.
That's it.
The secret technique that brought down Azka was reappearing at this moment.
"Strange."
At the voice that could be heard, I suddenly looked at Black, and this guy wasn't normal either.
Black's eyes, staring at Vassago wrapped in a vortex with his black sword tilted, were filled with a strange light.
Is he interested in the fact that the sword energy he unleashed was neutralized?
"Huu."
As soon as I felt the subtle melody stimulating my ears once again, Black and I simultaneously kicked off the ground and leaped.
Paaaang—
Subsequently, the tangible sonic pressure, surging in, crushed the entire space as it spread.
Vassago's intention was clear. I looked at Vassago, his form faintly revealed while wrapped in a vortex.
"Whoa, scary."
[Too late. You lowly thing.]
Along with the arrogant declaration.
The vortex slowly cleared, and Vassago, with his arms crossed, stepped forward.
The pure white palms contrasting with his earth-colored body.
While briefly making eye contact with him across the throne, something suddenly started bubbling up inside me.
As planned, I succeeded in focusing his attention on me for now.
Now I have to kill him.
The problem is how.
There was no plan from here on out.
Weeing—
I leaped into the air, layering the heat of Inferno on my body.
Vassago, still with his arms crossed, looks up at me with arrogant eyes.
An expression as if watching prey struggling.
Even at that moment, I continued to rotate the circles of my heart and accumulate heat.
Condensation for a single explosion.
The moment I stacked four Infernos simultaneously, I felt that I had reached my limit.
Originally, I could have manifested a few more incantations, but because I forced myself to use Meteor, I can't control it properly.
"Tch."
I forcibly stack one more incantation and then use Space Acceleration.
A total of five layers of heat.
Embracing the scorching flames, I leap towards Vassago as if diving down from the air.
It was at that moment that he raised his finger diagonally and pointed at me.
The cold air that spews from his white-tinged index finger.
The moment the ice crystals, which seemed to freeze everything, were approaching, I twisted my body in mid-air.
Taa—
I must not consume the heat here.
Originally, the higher the circle of acceleration-type incantations, the more they boast a speed that controls even space, but the moment they are manifested, the direction cannot be changed.
But the Crazy Mage's footwork is different.
I've already seen the possibility of reaching the ultimate state while performing the footwork countless times.
Flap—
If someone who doesn't know sees it, it would look like a strange posture of kicking in the air, but that's actually what it is.
This is because a cool posture doesn't necessarily come out just because you reach the ultimate state.
The moment a strange light appeared in Vassago's eyes, I succeeded in changing direction in mid-air and deflecting the cold air. I reached his head like lightning and struck him with five layers of heat.
"Keugh!"
What I felt at that moment was a tremendous recoil.
Following the shock that felt like my organs were exploding, the heat that was engulfing my body instantly cooled down.
"Fuc—."
My lips froze the moment I uttered a word.
What filled my vision was a landscape where the whole world had turned white, as if buried in a snow-covered mountain.
[Struggling is nothing but a futile effort within my grasp.]
My body doesn't move as if all the nerves in my body have hardened, but only for a moment.
Saaa—.
As soon as I heard the tinnitus in my ears, the merciless cold air that was penetrating my body weakened for a moment.
Just before I forcibly manifested the heat, not missing that gap, a powerful shock wave erupted even faster, sending my whole body soaring into the sky.
With a tearing sound, Vassago's white palm, which was stuck to my face, was torn off, and a pain that felt like my face was being ripped apart surged in.
"Keugh."
My body is out of control.
Suppressing the pain, I barely managed to look down.
Black, who had activated Heart Void Style, was facing Vassago.
The remnants of the sword energy, disintegrated by the Ice White Hand, were scattering in all directions.
[Child of the Divine Clan.]
"……Cutting energy with ice?"
[Your disposal will be decided later.]
"……."
Black didn't answer.
He just gripped the handle of his black sword tightly and opened all the mana cores in his body.
He instinctively knew.
That the noble demon in front of him was close to the truth that Black had been chasing.
He had to buy time.
Black, who wore his sword with only his thumb and middle finger, closes his eyes and assumes the Qi Breathing stance.
A clumsy sword stance cannot threaten the demon in front of him.
Heart Void Style.
The ultimate technique of Dual Blades, which he displayed at the Vassal Clans Gathering, which gave him the false title of the absolute master of the next generation.
It was the moment Black was about to extend his sword forward.
"An illusion?"
Black witnessed it.
A pure white ice sword extending from Vassago's hand, which momentarily disappeared as if leaving an afterimage, flying towards the air.
Surprisingly, the wave surging around the blade was a form Black was familiar with.
"Ice Aura……? Ruin!"
In that fleeting moment.
Before Black could react, the ice sword, extending with a piercing sound, pierced the heart of the man who was bouncing in the air.
"Keugh!"
A scream of death echoes through the air.
Subsequently, an ominous fog, surging and rising into the air, engulfed the man's form.
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