Myriad Devils-Chapter 164: A bloody massacre

What Anon had come to realize did not lead him to a conclusion that hinted at an increase in his physical strength.

More accurately, what he concluded was that, as the strength of his soul increased on a fundamental level, it nurtured his will, augmenting it, which in turn deepened his control over his own body, allowing him to unearth more of its strength.

As his soul strengthened on the most fundamental level, he even began perceiving the most minute details of his own body.

Naturally, what appeared to be the most minute detail was only the tip of the iceberg.

About the fleshy body, Anon knew that the secrets it contained was endless.

As he stepped into the cavity on the wall in the fourth layer of this mind swallowing abyss, his ears twitched to a certain noise. It resembled the sound of dry, rough hands rubbing together.

Thereafter, in the deep silence of the tunnel, the sound of a slow and steady exhale entered his ears, quickly followed by a sharpness that attacked his bones.

Like needles stabbing at the heart region, the sound unconsciously made him wary and uncomfortable.

Anon also revealed a certain level of caution, firstly opting to walk an inch above the ground, limiting sound, and secondly to limit his physical effect on the nearby space.

Each step he took only crossed three or so meters, and to boot, his footsteps were slow, clearly cautious in this unfamiliar environment.

Unknowingly, his head began to throb.

The pain caused him to rub his temples in surprise.

Though it did not overwhelm him, Anon silently pondered over its origin.

It was difficult to imagine a stellar fighter with a physical body in the third world suddenly suffering from a headache.

As he ventured deeper into the tunnel, the throbbing only worsened. However, this pain simply could not compare to what he had experienced every night of his life.

Soon, his eyes lit up and his speed accelerated. In the blink of an eye, Anon appeared before a blinding light which he unhesitatingly stepped into.

As his eyes adjusted, he found himself standing in the air, and before him was an expansive cave of hundreds of meters. The tunnel he exited from was only one of several cavities throughout the cave, each of which were consumed by darkness.

’Is the wraith inside of here?’ Anon mused as a bead of sweat trickled down his cheek. Unknowingly, the throbbing had intensified, however he continued to ignore the violent sensation.

Standing in the air, Anon descended invisible stairs and stepped onto the dirt ground. The dirt on the ground was moist, and his nose caught a whiff of a bloody scent as his boots dug into it.

Once again, the throbbing sensation grew ever more intense as he took another breath. The bloody scent similarly grew more noticeable.

Anon took another step.

The space around him folded as his single step crossed a dozen or so meters.

As his black boot landed on the dirt ground and sunk a few centimeters into the dirt, the throbbing in his head finally caught his attention once again.

The bloody scent caused a frown to etch itself onto his face.

His radiant gold eyes trembled slightly as a noticeable, blood-red aura began blossoming in the depths of his eyes.

Just then, his ears twitched.

The throbbing in his head intensified once more, however his momentary focus on the throbbing sensation was disrupted by the sound of footsteps.

These footsteps did not come from nearby, but from deep within one of the many cavities in the cave’s walls.

The scent of blood grew thicker and more unbearable, but Anon’s gaze was cold as he ignored the scent wafting the air.

Breaking off from his hand were intricate characters that swirled around him before coming together and clicking in place.

Grabbing hold of the cloud severing spear, Anon’s figure seemed to disappear as his aura seamlessly merged with the space.

His figure was like an elusive shadow as he swiftly moved behind one of the many boulders around the cave, blocking the view of who or what that would soon exit the tunnel.

Stepping out of the darkness were three figures.

Two boys, and a girl who took the lead. Both men had black hair and blood red eyes, and though the blood red eyes were universal amongst the three, the girl in the lead had whiter than snow hair cascading down her back.

"Rita, is it true? That the malevolent energy has condensed in the depths of this cave, forming a soul confusing medicinal treasure?" One of the black haired boys asked the girl, excitement basically oozing out of his eyes.

"Nekron!" The second boy coldly glared at him as Rita stepped onto the empty air, steps made out of blood forming beneath her feet as she descended onto the dirt ground of the cave.

"What?" Nekron met with the second boy’s glare, visibly unphased.

He replied, "There are countless mind swallowing abysses, and even if there were others in this abyss, what are the chances of there being someone in this particular cave? I think that you, Koa, are simply looking for an opportunity to butt into our conversation." A faint chuckle escaped his lips.

Tsk...

The duo followed behind Rita whilst exchanging curses with each other. It appeared that they were very sure that there weren’t anyone else in this cave.

Rita heard their ramblings and sighed.

It couldn’t be helped.

When two men of lower status saw a chance to rise, however only one could succeed, it made sense that they would turn on each other.

The white-haired girl was their fortuitous encounter, and they quickly realized that they were each other’s obstacle preventing them from acquiring this great fortune.

As Rita silently mused, ignoring the two noisy rambling, she brushed past the many boulders littering around the cave, venturing into its depths.

Unknowingly, the ramblings subsided and the cave was only filled with her own footsteps.

By the time she even realized, it was already too late.

When she turned around, what she saw was a young man holding a spear.

His black hair was neither short, nor long, and his appearance was striking to say the least.

However, the aura he released was nowhere near as overwhelming as his allure. Like demons crawling out of hell, when Rita saw him, her body unconsciously froze.

Blood dripped from Anon’s spear head.

Nekron and Koa were headless corpses that spilt warm blood in the surroundings. Their blood had splashed onto Anon’s face, but he did not seem to mind it.

When he shifted his gaze toward Rita, she finally saw it clearly.

Anon’s eyes...

Two radiant suns had been silently swallowed by a sea of demonic aura. Streaks of crimson red flashed across his eyes as a boundless killing intent burst forth.

In Rita’s perception, the world spun rapidly before abruptly coming to a halt.

Anon grabbed her severed head by the hair, chuckling lightly as he slammed it into the dirt ground whilst his spear brutally struck down onto it, causing Rita’s severed head to explode like a watermelon.

Hehe...

Too weak.

These three were too weak.

Anon liked his lips, the blood and brain matter trickled down his face. He rested his bloody spear on his shoulder as he begun to inspect the three corpses.

However, before he could even begin, several more footsteps that originated from one of the tunnels caused his ears to twitched.

Anon frowned at first, but a feral grin flipped his frown upside down.

His blurred figure slowly faded in the air as more crimson-eyed figures rushed out of another cavity.

Huh?

"Who’re you?!" A voice loudly resounded, shaking the cave and echoing far and wide. Anon came to a halt as he looked at the figure that shouted.

"Oh?" Anon’s sclera were both black, whereas his pupils were a mix of gold and blood red, reaching an almost perfect state of perpetual unison.

Observing the seven behind, and then at the white-haired young man standing in front, Anon chuckled darkly, asking "You’re quite noisy, aren’t you?"

Hearing the indifference in Anon’s voice, the expression of the white-haired young man’s face morphed into a deep scowl.

His aura burst out like a tidal wave.

He did not need to say anything, nor did he need to signal. The seven figures behind him quickly split up, circling Anon, assuming a battle formation.

Toward their actions, Anon giggled, and the demonic aura around him became a shade darker. His eyes lit up as an overwhelming amount of killing intent swallowed the entire group.

A faint light suddenly burst forth. This light took the shape of a spear, and left a trail of blood wherever it went.

Anon’s figure appeared in multiple places simultaneously as he rapidly dealt with the group. They attempted to resist, however the gap between them and Anon seemed insurmountable.

When Anon approached the white-haired young man, the previous scowl and arrogant air surrounding him melted like ice under the sun.

Grinning from ear to ear, Anon muttered, "You know, I do not like to dirty my spear, but sometimes I see people and just feel like making a bloody mess. My gosh, I’m such a dirty boy."

As his foot slammed into the face of the white-haired young man, under the force of such a stomp, the latter’s face caved in and his eyeballs popped out. Blood splashed all around as pained growls echoed far and wide.

Many stomps after, Anon finally calmed.

Taking a deep breath in, his head rocked back as he dazedly stared at the stalactites pointing at him from the cave’s roof.

It felt good.

The throbbing headache eased and was replaced by a soul-calming breeze.

Then the throbbing returned, however the twitching of his ears alerted him of the many figures that simultaneously appeared from over a dozen cavities in the wall. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

What took place thereafter, was a bloody massacre.