Myriad Devils-Chapter 187: True magic
Deity Transformation Spear Art.
Anon’s movements were strange, his speed multiplied by over a dozen times, and the force contained within his spear was amplified greatly.
Clad in blood armor, Anon was expressionless as his blood circulated rapidly throughout his body.
Upon grasping true mastery over his body, even the apex-tier technique had been improved on.
.....
"Good, good." The daemon instantly fell on the backfoot, utterly suppressed. The eye on the hilt of the flesh sword shone with an unholy light.
The intensity of this light was much greater than the previous wave of power that had landed on Anon.
When this light washed over Anon’s figure, the speed of his movements instantly fell and demonic markings etched themselves across his body, limiting his strength.
Pain seeped into the deepest part of his bones, attempting to shake his mind. Swiftly, yet very naturally, Anon distanced himself from the daemon.
The daemon did not hurry to close the distance. The daemon’s eyes showed more obvious caution than any other time.
On the other hand, Anon showed little reaction on his face. The two stood on the opposing edge of the battleground, deducing.
Battles on this scale, with such otherworldly powers involved, were like this.
At times, the opposing forces would exchange thousands of moves in the blink of an eye, and other times, they would enter a stalemate in which they simply deduced their next course of actions.
In fact, being talkative during a fight was merely another way of secretly deducing one’s future actions during the battle.
The hundreds of thousands of years battling had shown him this...
It was especially so when the opposing forces opted to be more cautious.
Anyway...
Truthfully speaking, the daemon was yet to reveal anything that alarmed Anon. And more importantly, Anon was yet to reveal his true trump cards.
The Deity Transformation Spear Art was something that was originally not even an apex-tier technique. And before he could’ve created other apex-tier techniques, he was summoned into the lightning reckoning dimension.
But it was within the lightning reckoning dimension that he had grasped those two particular techniques.
And to boot, he was likely the only person in that trials who could carry out those techniques within this inverted sky dimension.
Mystic treasures and magical items that summoned the principle’s power were fueled by stellar cosmic energy.
And anyone else who had mastered those two techniques were lightning users that likely had not reached a level where they could utilize it without their high affinity for lightning assisting them.
After all, within this inverted sky dimension, the spirit was suppressed.
Anon, on the other hand, could draw out power from the technique and summon the proprieties of lightning without any affinity for the lightning principle.
It did not matter to him whether his spirit was suppressed or not.
Simply due to his sheer mastery of the technique, it forcibly created such a resonance that caused the lightning principle to react.
Not affinity for the principle, but for the concept of the martial techniques itself. If the martial technique was based off of another principle, said principle would also resonate when he attacked.
Anon curiously observed the demonic markings etched throughout his body. Just looking at them caused his eyes to burn, as if staring at the sun for an extended period.
He could feel his strength escaping as if it was air within a deflating balloon. And yet, his expression remained as indifferent as always.
He was not skilled enough.
Pretending to be greatly worried and boosting the daemon’s arrogance only to land a fatal strike?
Firstly, he was unconfident of his acting skills. And more importantly, was the multi-hundred thousand year old daemon unable to see through that ploy?
So he did not bother.
Without having said anything, Anon’s indifference revealed many things to the daemon.
"It’s to be expected." The daemon showed an ugly grin. "I assumed it was your first time here due to your shock when seeing me."
"Even if that’s the case, no, because it is the case, it is only natural that you’re rather interesting. To be on the cusp of nurturing a Mature Cloud, you can’t be simple."
The daemon’s words fell. Thereafter, strange patterns that were etched in several areas across the battlespace suddenly revealed themselves, shinning menacingly.
Anon reacted.
The trillions of cells in his body vibrated with third world power. His speed rose sharply, the fastest he moved since the beginning of the battle.
Every twitch of his muscle caused the air to tremble. His figure was washed over by a strange light, however this body shattered like glass.
A second body some distance away also shattered.
A third, a fourth, a fifth...
Anon’s true body had seemingly leapt out of creation!
Moving with such speed that the daemon had actually lost sight of him, it brought visible excitement to the daemon’s face.
"Good, good." The daemon’s pupils moved like blurs, rapidly attempting to locate Anon as the magical patterns in the battlespace churned with an unholy energy.
Thereafter, in the space near the daemon, another set of patterns carved themselves on space.
These glowing patterns were white in color and released crackling sounds like electricity.
Anon’s spear soul shone brilliantly, and crackled with lightning as it landed against the daemon’s body.
Its flesh exploded and its blood sprayed into the surroundings. White lightning buzzed all around as Anon’s figure appeared above its corpse before shattering like glass.
"Oh, you dodged that?" The daemon chuckled from above. Its four wings flapped once, causing its figure to fade away.
"My speed is a little lacking. My strength is too. I need some tricks to keep up with you. After all, this daemon is not the physical specimen."
The daemon let out a boisterous laughter. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
It appeared on the other side of the battlespace and Anon’s spear soul appeared at the same time, obliterating the daemon’s flesh.
When it appeared in the distance, standing on the black cloud, its hands were blurry, forming afterimages as its fingers traced the air, seemingly writing on space itself.
A spear light buzzing with white lightning obliterated that body as well.
However in the air, the daemon cackled madly as the movements of its hands slowed, and whilst the spear soul obliterated this form, his words resounded throughout the battlespace.
"This is the difference between a century, and thousands of centuries. As you spill more of my blood, you only increase the certainty of your defeat."
The demonic markings on space had long been destroyed.
As if reacting to the demon’s words, Anon reappeared within the daemon’s view, bounded.
Seeing this, the daemon sighed in relief.
In truth, the constant obliteration of its body was exhausting him. If this continued, not necessarily soon, but it would eventually result in his actual body being destroyed.
Each of Anon’s attacks was simply too powerful.
His movements were also too fast.
More importantly, this was a weakened Anon.
’He’s suffering from my curses and still moves like this?!’ The daemon winced internally.
It was truly unfair.
Such power and speed made chills run down its spine.
But right then, a wide grin stretched across its face.
Victory was practically assured.
By now, its blood had long splattered on Anon, and as he completed his hand signs, the blood had transformed.
Like chains, they locked Anon in place, embedding deep into the black cloud and forcing Anon to reappear before the daemon’s eyes.
At the same time, the blood had also seeped into Anon’s heart, wrapping tightly and attempting to squeeze his heart to a pulp.
Yet, Anon had control over every cell, each containing power of the third world, even his heart thumped with immense power.
Thump! Thump!
Whilst the cursed chains forged from daemon blood attempted to squeeze his heart to a pulp, his heart pumped with might, attempting to shatter the chains.
The daemon sensed this.
"Good, good. Very commendable. Someone like you, restricted by race yet grasping such power, yes someone like you is deserving of knowing my great name."
Anon heard this and chuckled lightly.
"I do not care about your name." Saying this, a condescending smile appeared on his face as he arrogantly taunted the daemon.
His taunts were slightly effective.
The daemon’s expression froze, and the eye on the flesh sword glowed darkly. The daemon’s wings flapped once, and he appeared before Anon.
This Anon could not move.
Hundreds of thousands of years gave him such confidence in his curse magic. His flesh sword was already on its path towards Anon’s heart.
But Anon’s smile only further widened.
His acting was better than he expected.
Or maybe, the daemon was truly confident. However spear light burst forth. Restricted by the chains, Anon could not move.
But the power of true mastery over the body was incredible, so how could true mastery over the spear be any less impressive?
He did not need to move.
The spear trembled in excitement, reacting to Anon’s palpating desire. The spear soul crackled with black lightning that contained endless destructive properties.
This kind of technique did not need any special movements to bring forth a resonance.
Intent alone was enough.
Oppressive and overwhelming!
The spear soul shocked the daemon greatly.
Its flesh exploded.
Not even a blood mist remained.
And when he reappeared in the sky, black lightning ran across its body, deconstructing its flesh under its terrified gaze.
This body was also destroyed.
He reappeared once more, but its body was slowly torn apart, exploding into a blood mist.
When he appeared, his body exploded into several remnant pieces.
And finally, he made another appearance, greatly injured.
Half of his body was destroyed and the other half resisted the black lightning.
The daemon stared at the constricted and restrained Anon with dread and utter terror.
The latter smiled faintly.
His voice was hoarse.
"It seems that in your extraordinarily long lifetime, you did not cross paths with someone like me..."
"Else, I would not be crossing paths with you right now."
