BXBX NOVEL Chapter 62: Chapter No.62 Princess Of The Demon Race (3)
I needed to move. Staying here, exposed and vulnerable, was not an option. With a determined effort, I forced my legs to carry me forward. The forest felt both familiar and alien, shadows dancing in the corners of my vision as I made my way through the undergrowth.
Every step was a reminder of the battle's toll. My body ached, and my mind was a fog of fatigue and lingering pain. Yet, there was a strange clarity that came with the exhaustion—a realization that I had tapped into something profound, something that could change everything.
I stumbled upon a small clearing, the moonlight filtering through the canopy above. It provided just enough light to see my surroundings, and I decided to take a moment to rest. Leaning against a tree, I let myself slide to the ground, the cool earth a welcome relief against my back.
Closing my eyes, I allowed myself a moment of respite. The memories of the First Mage's Spells Palace swirled in my mind, a vast repository of knowledge waiting to be explored. There were spells and techniques I had yet to understand, and the thought of delving deeper into that power was both thrilling and daunting.
As my breathing steadied, I became aware of the faint rustling of leaves nearby. My senses, though dulled, were still alert enough to pick up the subtle movement. I opened my eyes, scanning the darkness for any sign of danger.
"Who goes there!!!"
Kekekeke~
OH COME ON GIMME A BREAK ALREADY!!!
A spearhead entered my vision as its sharp tip hauled at my head with monster speed like teleporting, I barely had time to react, my instincts kicking in just in time to shift my head to the side. The spear's tip grazed my cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. I rolled to the side, my body protesting with every movement, and managed to get to my feet, facing my new attacker.
Before me stood a figure cloaked in darkness, eyes gleaming with a predatory light. The creature's grotesque form was barely visible in the dim moonlight, but I could sense its malicious intent. It moved with an unnerving grace, the spear in its hand a blur of deadly precision.
I summoned what little energy I had left, ready to defend myself. "I'm really getting tired of this," I muttered, my voice low and filled with frustration.
The creature lunged at me again, spear aimed straight for my heart. I sidestepped, the tip barely missing me, and retaliated with a blast of lightning magic. The bolt struck the creature squarely in the chest, sending it reeling backward with a pained screech.
Not wanting to give it a chance to recover, I pressed the attack. Drawing upon the spatial magic I had recently acquired, I manipulated the space around the creature, distorting its movements and making it stumble. With a swift motion, I conjured a blade of pure energy and slashed at the creature, the blade cutting through its dark flesh with ease.
The creature let out a final, agonized scream before collapsing to the ground, its form disintegrating into a pool of shadowy essence. I stood over the remains, panting heavily, my body trembling from the exertion.
"One more down," I said, wiping the blood from my cheek. "But how many more are there?"
As if in answer, the forest around me seemed to come alive with the sounds of movement. More creatures were approaching, drawn by the commotion. I could hear their guttural growls and the rustling of leaves as they closed in on my position.
I unsheathed the sword hanging by my side, its blade gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Each approaching sound sent a jolt of adrenaline through my already weary body. I couldn't afford to let my guard down for even a moment.
The first creature emerged from the shadows, a hulking figure with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp claws. It snarled at me, saliva dripping from its fangs. With a swift motion, it charged, but I was ready. Channeling my remaining energy, I summoned a burst of lightning, striking the creature in mid-air. It convulsed violently before collapsing into a smoking heap.
More followed a horde of twisted forms, each more grotesque than the last. I fought with everything I had, swinging my sword and casting spells, each movement a desperate attempt to stay alive. My body screamed in protest, the pain almost unbearable, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.
The creatures fell one by one, and their dark forms dissipated into nothingness. But for everyone I defeated, two more seemed to take its place. It was an endless tide, and I was losing ground.
My remaining mana burned into kindled as I was standing on a snare of desperation and determination. I focused, drawing upon every ounce of strength left within me. My vision blurred, and my movements became sluggish, but I pushed through, refusing to succumb to the overwhelming odds.
A powerful roar echoed through the forest, momentarily pausing the onslaught. I turned to see a massive beast towering above the rest, its eyes burning with a fierce intensity. This creature was different, more formidable, and clearly the leader of the horde.
HEY! WTF!!! I AM A PROTAGONIST WHO WILL PULL A NEW TRICK OUT OF HIS ASS IN THE MOMENTS OF DESPAIR!!!
... or am I? As I looked at the system interface-
[Ding! Conditions are met to unlock the hidden feature of the title: First Warlock's Heir]
[First Warlock's Memories: Eternal Arms Mastery]
[First Warlock's Inheritance—]
But before I could look at the inheritance part, a head-splitting headache crashed over me, bringing with it a tidal wave of disjointed memories and sensations. It was as though a floodgate had been opened, pouring an overwhelming torrent of experiences, emotions, and ancient knowledge into my mind. The pain was nearly unbearable, a blinding intensity that made it hard to focus on anything else.
Amidst the chaotic storm of memories, I glimpsed fragments of battles long past, ancient rituals, and glimpses of the First Warlock's life. Images of formidable warriors, mystical realms, and forgotten spells flitted through my consciousness. Each vision seemed to carry its own weight, filling me with both awe and trepidation.
I staggered, clutching my head in an attempt to ground myself. The massive beast roared again, its menacing presence a stark reminder of the immediate danger I faced. With my focus shifting between the creature and the barrage of new knowledge flooding my mind, I struggled to maintain my composure.
"Hold on, Samael," I whispered through gritted teeth, forcing myself to push through the pain. "You can do this."
As the memories continued to assault me, I began to discern patterns and connections within the chaos. The First Warlock's teachings were becoming clearer, their implications more defined. I realized that the power I had inherited was not just a weapon—it was a profound augmentation of my own abilities and understanding.
The beast, its form growing ever more imposing, charged once more. I raised my sword, now humming with the latent energy of the Eternal Arms Mastery. The blade's light seemed to respond to my newfound focus, its edge glowing with a fierce, otherworldly brilliance.
My mind sharpened with the realization of the immense power I was now capable of wielding. The "Flaming Sword of the Nine Suns" was a technique of immense potency, a blend of martial prowess and arcane mastery that combined the essence of fire with the precision of a warrior's blade. The ancient images and sensations that had overwhelmed me now coalesced into a single, driving focus.
The massive beast roared, its eyes burning with evil intent. It charged, each step shaking the ground and making the air around it ripple with its ferocity. I had only moments to prepare, but the pain and confusion that had clouded my senses were now replaced with a clear, purposeful resolve.
I raised the sword, channeling the fiery energy that surged through it. The blade ignited with intense, blazing light, its surface shimmering as if it were forged from the very essence of the sun. The heat radiated from it, scorching the air and casting an otherworldly glow across the clearing.
"EVENTIDE ECLIPSE!!!"
The roar of the massive beast reverberated through the forest, but it was quickly overshadowed by the intense heat of my blade. As the sword, now blazing with the combined fury of fire and ancient power, sliced through the air, I could feel the very essence of the First Warlock's mastery coursing through me.
The massive beast charged, its claws extended and dripping with malevolence. But I was ready. My movements, though still tinged with exhaustion, were guided by the precision and strength imbued by the Eternal Arms Mastery.
I swung the Flaming Sword of the Nine Suns in a sweeping arc, the blade cutting through the thick, humid air with a trail of fiery brilliance. The heat of the blade intensified, creating a shockwave that blasted through the forest and singed the surrounding trees. The flames coalesced into a searing, golden light as I invoked the power of the "Eventide Eclipse."
The sword's energy surged outward, forming a radiant crescent of fire that collided with the beast. The impact was catastrophic. The fire, infused with ancient magic and divine wrath, engulfed the beast in a blinding explosion of heat and light. The creature's roars turned into a cacophony of agony as the flames consumed it, its form writhing and convulsing under the relentless onslaught.
The light of the sword, now burning with the brilliance of a hundred suns, painted the clearing in shades of crimson and gold. I could barely make out the outlines of the beast as it fought against the flames, its monstrous form twisting and distorting in its death throes.
Despite the overwhelming heat, I forced myself to hold the blade steady, channeling every bit of my remaining energy into the attack. The flames roared and roiled, seemingly alive with the power of ancient, forgotten magic. The beast's screams echoed through the forest, gradually fading as the flames reduced it to nothing more than ashes and smoldering remnants.
Finally, as the last vestiges of the beast's form were consumed by the fire, the clearing fell eerily silent. The blaze from the sword slowly dimmed, the intense heat dissipating into the cool night air. The sword's light faded, leaving me in the dim moonlight once more.
I collapsed to one knee, my strength nearly spent. The exhaustion was profound, my body trembling with the aftermath of the battle and the intense magic I had wielded. The forest around me was scorched and blackened, a stark contrast to the serene moonlight that now filtered through the canopy.
Breathing heavily, I forced myself to stand. My gaze swept over the remnants of the battle, the remains of the beast scattered across the charred earth. The immediate threat had been neutralized, but the toll on my body and mind was immense.
"Is it over?" I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. I wiped the sweat and grime from my face, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline and exertion.
The forest was quiet now, the sounds of the remaining creatures seemingly driven away by the sheer force of my attack. But there was no time to rest. The danger was not entirely gone, and I needed to be ready for whatever came next.
I sheathed the sword, the blade's glow now a dim ember, and took a moment to steady myself. The memories of the First Warlock's teachings were still fresh, and I knew I had much to learn. But for now, Raven is the priority.
"DAMN THE CLICHE ANIME MOMENTS!!! I AM GETTING TRIED OF THIS!!!"
I wanna go home and hug my mommy... Nevermind! it came out a bit wrong, Hehe~
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[To Be Continued]
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