BXBX NOVEL Chapter 156 Last Talks
Ezra Zephyr stood like a man who is afraid of no one, the one who had the sheer will to defy the heavens and the one, gutsy enough to make the world bow before him.
That's how the damaged genius of the upper realm thought when he saw the tall reddish werewolf in front of him, showing him his shiny sharp sword Efsa.
The bluish armoured youth was younger in age, despite his tall height, he was in his teenage. But, the age in martial prowess can not define the ability of an individual.
He was well trained and was raised for one and a half decades for the sole purpose of conquering the lower realm, the martial spirit of his was not an 8th-grade martial spirit, but a higher one that was restricted to the grade of 8th.
Because the lower realm can not control such a terrifying grade of martial spirit and might force the host to ascend before reaching the Spiritual Tranformation stage.
The legs of Carlo wobbled, but regardless of that, he stood up, showing his resolved character.
His condition was very bad, the martial art technique of Ezra hit him cleanly. Even leaving a shallow print on the armour. However, that was not the real cause of his heavy breathing and reeling mind.
He was poisoned by Ezra, for a single second when his attention was tilted. Ezra managed to give a small scratch on his cheek with Drepa and that small scratch was enough to trigger the ability of Drepa called 'Invade'.
The unknown, unidentified and incurable venom of Drepa slowly invades the body and uses the flow of blood to hit the nervous system messing up the consciousness of the victim and killing his blood cells, the pace of the process depends upon the quality of the wound.
The scratch was very small on Carlo's cheek so the pace was very slow.
Carlo was panting. "How did you get your hands on a martial art?" He asked once again as he tried to stabilise his breathing.
"I CREATED IT." The red werewolf prince replied in a monstrous voice, it was a myth, thinking that a werewolf can talk in his morph form but that myth was proven right twice. First time in the cave by Mirza and now in the Spirity Tower by Ezra, both father and son achieved what was deemed impossible.
Carlo smiled bitterly. "Stop messing with me, you already won the fight, there's no need to hide." He said.
Ezra chuckled as he found it funny and replied. "Who do you think my martial spirit is?"
Carlo suddenly got the answer that he desired. "Mhm, so Fenrir taught you."
"WRONG, I CREATED IT." Ezra's words were loud and clear.
After being quiet for quite a while, Carlo asked. "How did you make it?"
"I WAS TRAINED PAST MY LIMITS AND REACHED A LEVEL WHERE CREATING A MARTIAL ART BECAME AS EASY AS CREATING A SPELL." He replied.
Carlo's eyes widened. "You created a spell?" Ezra Zephyr nodded his large wolf head.
"Haha, I believed I could easily shine in the lower realm. Haha, I wonder how will they react once they'll know about Fenrir."
"They who?" Asked Ezra.
(Note: Writing in capital letters is annoying, so keep in mind his voice will be monstrous in his werewolf form.)
Carlo kept his smile as he replied. "Bunch of people who shouldn't be here."
Ezra stepped forward as he scratched Efsa on Drepa and said. "I love riddles but you don't have much time left, so let's cut to the chase and tell me, who are these 'shouldn't be here' fellas that you mentioned."
"7 Deadly Sins" Carlo finished his answer with 3 words.
Ezra paid no heed and asked Fenrir. "Who are they, Fenrir?"
The Monstrous Wolf of Norse showed a worried look before replying. "7 martial spirits which are more powerful than Rajah Indarapatra."
Ezra's eyes widened in curiosity, he wanted to ask more but this was not a perfect time so he asked Carlo another question. "Since when they are residing in Naran Continent."
The man in blue armour shook his head. "Not in this continent but in another called Buetta Continent, they came 5 years ago with the same motive as ours. To prepare a large number of geniuses and soldiers for the Roman Dominion.
They informed us because Roman Dominion and Las Filipinas Dominion are allies, they notified us to avoid conflicting with each other in the lower realm."
Ezra Zephyr was shocked to hear this, and the shock grew when he saw an increasing surge of spiritual energy in Carlo Aur.
He jumped back to prevent any possible sock but soon, he understood what was happening and tightened his grip on both of his weapons.
Carlo revealed his martial spirit, a mountain sized man emerged out of him, black long curly hair bedecked his wide shoulders.
His eyes glinted in nobility and his face was handsome, he wore the same armour that Carlo was wearing and also wielded the same Omaca Urumi sword around his waist.
The infamous heroic prince who fought the man-eater in Lanao Lake, Rajah Indarapatra showed himself.
Within the next moment, Black Lightning crackled and the thundering drumbeat resounded all over the woods.
From the body of Ezra Zephyr, a towering black figure came out.
The Monstrous Wolf of Norse came out, and both mythical figures looked at each other.
"You still look the same." Said Rajah Indarapatra.
"Martial Spirits don't age, quit the naive blabber and answer me. Is what your host said true?" Asked Fenrir.
"Yes, it's true." Rajah Indarapatra replied in a pleasant manner, his way of speech and voice sounded heroic while the Fenrir sounded like a villain whose sole purpose is to cause destruction.
"How come the upper realm is sending people all of a sudden?" Fenrir asked another question.
"I am unaware, it's something only the dominion rulers know about. But I came to know that many other dominions have found their way to the lower realm and are fighting over the conquest of it, the fertility rate here is a lot faster compared to the upper realm.
If one nurtures the martial masters here and sends them to their dominion, imagine what would happen in a few centuries. Million of new geniuses and experts to be used as pawns." Rajah Indarapatra's face glowed as he said that