Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 123 - : GAMBIT WILDERNESS II
It almost felt like Gob was seeing into the future because, oddly enough, Gob's sword always arrived at the place Azrael planned to attack from before Azrael struck, the metal glinting eerily.
Azrael felt so frustrated, forcing him to retreat backward a small distance, intent on going all out, his breath fogging slightly in the cool air. Inwardly, he felt like cussing because his strength was halved by the wilderness, the oppressive aura clinging to him. Azrael strongly believed that was the reason he was dragging the fight out too long—a lesson in humility and respect for another time, one he'd chew on later.
"Had enough?" Gob asked Azrael, his voice carrying a mocking edge.
"Not even close," Azrael replied to Gob, his tone sharp and unyielding. His eyes turned absolutely black, the aura around him intensifying, a dark ripple in the misty air. "Hunter mode!" Azrael used his ability, the special power-up that only half-demons could wield, his form shifting under the faint shadows. It was similar to demons when they used their desire form, except it didn't work like that. Unlike desire form, which varied among demons with different appearances and strengths, Hunter Mode was strict in appearance: white hair, white eyeballs and pupils, and pale skin, stark against the wilderness gloom.
Gob watched Azrael change with great anticipation, it being the first time he had seen something like that, his beady eyes narrowing slightly. After his transformation, Azrael continued his attack once more. He was faster than before, as well as stronger, his movements a blur in the dimness, but for some reason, he still couldn't defeat Gob.
AZRAEL (HALF DEMON)
Bloodline: ARCHAIC DEMON BLOODLINE (75% bloodline)
HUMAN BLOODLINE: (5%)
$#$"'+ BLOODLINE:* (20%)
Level: 75
Health: 75,000
Strength: 100 -50
Speed: 120 -60
Stamina: 109 -55
Intelligence: 90 -45
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Constitution: 101 -51
Azrael's stats were good, but after being halved, they looked like those of a level 40-50 being, a bitter truth under the wilderness's haze. After using Hunter Mode, his stats took a huge boost, the wilderness no longer restricting his strength by halving it:
AZRAEL (HALF DEMON)
Bloodline: ARCHAIC DEMON BLOODLINE (75% bloodline)
HUMAN BLOODLINE: (5%)
$#$"'+ BLOODLINE:* (20%)
Level: 75
Health: 150,000
Strength: 150
Speed: 180
Stamina: 164
Intelligence: 135
Constitution: 151
[Hunter Mode (Bloodline Awakening): Increases the stats of the user by half while lifting all debuffs or crowd control placed on the user (upgradable)]
This was the reason for the frown appearing on Azrael's face while fighting Gob, a crease deepening in the faint light. His stats took a huge boost, but yet, he still could not defeat Gob. "Hah, hah, hah," Azrael breathed hard, his stamina depleted, his chest heaving under his dark cloak. He had attacked Gob for more than an hour now, unable to land even one hit. He found it absurd, but he couldn't deny it after trying for so long, the exhaustion settling into his bones.
Scarlett watched the tired Azrael and Gob, still not interfering after realizing Gob had no intention of harming or killing Azrael, her stance relaxed but alert against the misty backdrop. "Demon, you are strong—I commend you. I shall offer you a chance to become stronger, just like me. Once the weakest among my kin, but now the strongest, all due to the benevolent act of my god. Worship and pledge your allegiance, and you shall gain strength beyond your imagination, just like I have done," Gob said to Azrael, like a fanatic preaching about their god, his voice fervent in the still air.
Azrael stared at Gob, speechless, his jaw tightening slightly. "Perhaps he's gone mad? What sort of fanatic is this? Or does he work for the demon god?" Azrael thought, frowning deeply, the shadows playing across his pale face. If his guess was right, then once more, he'd have to rely on Scarlett—a distressing thought, bitter as the wilderness wind.
"Your god—take us to him," Scarlett finally decided to interfere, walking up to Gob, her boots crunching softly on the ground.
"You, you have the same scent as our god," Gob said, surprised at the discovery, his nose twitching faintly. Azrael, though, was confused, his brow furrowing under his white hair. He felt his guess was wrong—it wasn't that Gob was serving the demon god, but rather, he just had some loose screws, a notion that unsettled him.
"Well, that's probably because I'm…" Scarlett stopped whatever she was about to say as a result of the abrupt actions of Gob and the soldiers under his command, all falling to their knees, their armor clinking softly. "Great god!" they chorused, like some cult members, their voices echoing faintly through the trees.
Azrael was stunned once more and soon wary, believing the actions of Gob and his soldiers to be the work of parasitic worms infesting their brains, his hand resting lightly on his sword hilt. He walked toward Scarlett, planning to warn her about the likely reasons for Gob's actions, believing his thoughts to be right. The illogical strength of Gob cemented his suspicions, a nagging itch in his mind.
"I see you have arrived, dear sister, and with company, I see. You didn't tell me about him," a young, authoritative voice said—not tyrannical, but with a gentle flow that made people want to worship him, carrying over the misty air.
Azrael stared at the young man that had made his appearance known, he had always believed himself to be extremely handsome, white hair, blue eyes and a good build, but he met his match finally, dark hair that every woman will die for, smooth face, perfect blue eyes and well chiseled nose. His face was perfect, his body figure in sync with his handsome face.
"Brother, what is going on?" Scarlett asked, breaking Azrael from his thoughts
[A/N: Just dropping this info for future purposes—bloodline percentages can surpass the 100% mark, either individually or totally. So when you add later and find it above 100%, you won't think it's a mistake.]
