Myriad Devils-Chapter 139: Arm yourself!

As the demonic sounds slowly disappeared, Seth’s sclera returned to their usual white color, and his pupils began moving around, observing the world before him.

Rising to his feet, his gaze abruptly shot towards the location of the beast general.

There, the crater had already regenerated, and the rocky landscape of the drifting rock they were on had mostly recovered.

Nature had long devoured the beast general, utilizing it as nourishment.

With a trace of disappointment in his eyes, Seth muttered, "If not for my injured spirit, it would’ve been great to utilize its corpse as ingredients."

He couldn’t help but shake his head, cursing Anon mentally.

The reason why he was so willing to give up sure strength to Anon, was mostly because of the magic rituals that he could forge at will, using the corpses of these beasts.

With these corpses, he could strengthen his spirit and vastly increase his magical abilities, raising his cultivation.

Anon!

It was really his fault.

Although he would still need to kill the beast, it was due to Anon that he needed to strain his spirit to such an extent, in order to kill it without damaging its heart where the essence of its strength resided.

Anon...

At the fleeting thought of Anon, his brows knitted tightly as his thoughts focused on the dark-skinned youth.

His blood-red orbs flashed across the whites of his eyes as his gaze darted to all corners of this landscape before finally landing on another lifeform.

There, a humanoid figure held an object in their hand.

This figure completed a set of actions with this spear, but he did so incredibly slowly.

Seth’s brows raised as he felt a tinge of curiosity.

The earth beneath his feet had cracked and sunk deeply as Seth’s figure dissipated into blood red particles.

His false body dispersed in the wind...

Appearing before the dark skinned youth, what Seth saw was an Anon that could seemingly fall to the ground due to the passing of wind.

Some time had passed.

Seth did not know how much time exactly, nor how Anon had spent this time, but right now, although he stood in front of the swarthy-skinned boy, Anon did not seem to see him.

Anon’s dark golden eyes were dim, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His cheeks were sunken, and his revealed upper body appeared incredibly malnourished.

It wasn’t difficult to count all of his ribs, and the size of his waist had shrunk noticeably.

Anon continued to thrust his spear towards imaginary opponents, and parry the attacks of imaginary swords.

Seth saw this, and smiled.

’You seem so weak right now.’ Seth thought this and stellar cosmic energy was drawn to the space above his head as blood principles flickered in his surroundings.

Seth flicked his wrist as a sharp red blade constructed from blood shot towards Anon from point blank range.

Pax!

Anon’s spear turned illusory, leaving several false images in the air as it shattered the blood blade.

At the same time, Anon’s movements came to a stop. Though he was in a trance, it still seemed that he had sensed Seth’s presence.

However, he did not attack Seth, but remained unmoving, holding the spear vertically, as if in waiting.

Seth observed this and nodded his head.

"You’ve certainly heeded to my words, and successfully located the core..." Seth assessed.

’You were able to evolve your spear, achieving mastery over the spear, and even going slightly beyond. But to achieve true mastery of the spear, you still have a ways to go.’ Seth mused to himself.

Then, he brushed past Anon who was still caught in a trance.

...

Weeks.

It had taken him weeks of continuous trial and error before he saw himself reach the pinnacle of this set of basic techniques.

Anon had repeated these moves so many times that even in an unconscious state, his body remained in a spear stance.

He had not rested, nor had he even nourished his body with sustenance. Only after he had sensed Seth’s awakening, did reason return to Anon’s mind.

Then, his thoughts slowed drastically, and fatigue was finally able to take effect, drowning his mind and sending him into an unconscious state.

After all, he had deeply exhausted his mind as he continuously analyzed this technique and improved on it.

Those basic moves, he used them to achieve a higher level in his spear mastery, and had succeeded in developing something of a higher level.

At first, he did not see it.

From the thrust, to the spin, the parry, the jabs, the sweep, and so on, they were merely basic techniques.

So, it was only natural that Anon hadn’t seen it at first.

Each one of those techniques were basic techniques, and were techniques that even mortal martial artists would be capable of practicing and mastering to a certain degree.

And yet, connecting them all was some movements that appeared basic, at first.

Repeating Seth’s movements alone, was enough to master the entire set of basic techniques, but the most vital aspect of the entire set was in fact those basic movements.

If he did not make alterations to those basic movements that suited his own self, then there would’ve been no evolution that took place.

Only when he had begun to see minimal success did he realize that the technique was slightly more complex than he had initially thought.

And when he completed the alteration, aligning these basic movements to suit, it was then that Anon realized that this was not just a set of basic techniques connected by a set of basic movements, but instead a High-level technique.

A High-level technique made up of basic techniques.

At the core of this technique was the basic movements, but these movements were able to bring out the most of these basic spear arts.

And once Anon was able to truly grasp mastery over the movements, it saw the strength of the set of techniques amplify greatly.

The force he was capable of generating utilizing this High-level technique was multiplied several times over.

...

When Anon opened his eyes, there was a painful sensation that coursed through all corners of his fleshy body.

Already standing, his spear deconstructed into characters that attached themselves to his hand.

As he straightened his bent knees, they released popping sounds that resounded in the near vicinity.

He could not help but knit his brows.

Taking a moment to observe his surroundings, his mind began awakening from its cloudy state.

Anon lifted his right hand and glanced at the tattoo that began on the inside of his wrist and made its way between his index and middle finger, and to the back of his hand.

The spear!

Just like with the staff, Anon had achieved mastery over the spear.

’Not just mastery. Maybe this is why Seth had me set out to perceive the core of this technique. Although he had laid the foundation to make this possible, technically speaking, to make it suitable to me, I needed to establish a High-level technique for myself. This has allowed me to grasp a better understanding of the spear itself. My mastery may not be at the level of true mastery, but I can feel that my mastery over the spear is even higher than my mastery over the staff.’ Anon smiled.

’Amazing, Seth.’ He thought.

Even though he had a festering hatred towards Seth, such a hatred was far more complex than his distaste towards Bolan, or the elderly instructor and the great Allmond family.

When Seth bestowed such benefits to him, naturally, Anon could not help but sing praises to Seth internally.

’Come to think of it, has our relationship reached the point where no amount of benefits would stop me from attempting to end his existence?’ As Anon’s thoughts reached here, an amused light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

His gaze reached the location of the two craters, or at least, where they once were, and he saw a figure draped in a dark aura, sitting in a meditative posture.

The bones throughout his body released loud groans as he made his way towards Seth.

His footsteps were chaotic and his body had become quite frail in appearance.

Yet, there was a sharper aura that leaked from his flesh, and generally speaking, his physical strength had not diminished by much.

Whether it was due to him being in the second world, or maybe because he had consumed the essence of a beast general, amplifying his ’base’ state greatly, Anon did not even suffer from a feeling of starvation.

Though there was a wanting to eat, his body did not shoot signals of needing to eat into his subconscious.

...

Although they had disappeared due to the regenerative abilities of the drifting rock, the location of the two craters were still checkpoints that the duo utilized.

There, Seth’s figure, draped in a dark aura, slowly stood to their feet before Seth himself stepped out of the dark veil that hid his features.

In his hand was a black spear that he gripped tightly.

Though similar in appearance, it was not Anon’s cloud severing spear. And across its shaft were small runic characters that gave off a faint evil aura.

"A spear?" Anon looked at him doubtfully as he asked.

"I said this before, that my demonic nature is limited only by this body and spirit. Manifesting a spear, just like four arms, or a pair of wings, isn’t difficult whatsoever." Seth said this before squinting his eyes. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

His gaze turned cold as he met with Anon’s gaze, "As for the reason why I’ve manifested this spear..."

"It is naturally to impart to you, a Top-Tier technique. So, dear Anon, Arm yourself!"