Myriad Devils-Chapter 192: Blood curse

As the patterns on Blood Fiend’s face lit up, a similar pattern countless times larger etched itself onto the space above the battleground.

It covered the entire cloud arena!

The blood lights came to an abrupt halt before dissipating into a blood fog that permeated the entire space.

More than simply obstructing his vision, the blood fog attempted to seep into Anon’s flesh through his pores and orifices.

Destroy from the inwards, certainly, he would not allow that.

Twirling his spear, Anon obstructed such attempts by creating powerful gusts of wind. But this was just an aftereffect of the blood pattern above.

Upon appearing, it was desperately building up power.

By the time Anon had ridden the threat of the blood fog, Blood Fiend himself was in a sorry state, seemingly having lost decades of his lifespan.

His skin was shriveled, his body was a shell of his former self, and his hair was even falling from his head.

Anon saw this and instantly suppressed his excitement. His opponent had really exposed themself like this; it was asking for a curse.

In such a state, Blood Fiend certainly would not be capable of resisting any kind of curse magic.

Anon did not have enough time to draw spells before the attack from above would appear, but his cloud-severing spear had spells etched onto its body.

Once the spear landed on Blood Fiend, the latter, who was now so weak, would have no choice but to bear the entire attack without the help of his blood magic.

Simply a cut from his spear might kill the current Blood Fiend, much less what would actually occur if he threw it with his full power.

However, the question was whether he should really give up his spear and attempt to resist the incoming attack without his weapon.

Such an attack instinctively radiated a massive threat. A threat like this would amplify greatly if he were to forgo his spear.

Yet, Anon could not give up a chance to kill his foes.

’If I attack him with my spear now, can I keep my life? But if I don’t attack him, will he recover his strength after I survive this? Once I survive, though, I might be weakened after this attack, but he will be in an even worse state.’

Tch!

Anon glanced at Blood Fiend withering before his eyes and clicked his tongue with annoyance. At the same time, a blood colored light overwhelmed the world.

Anon reacted, and black lightning crackled in his vicinity. The instant the black lightning manifested, the blood colored light fell.

The two forces met for a single, overpowering attack.

Everything thereafter was a haze.

The world grew silent.

As the blood colored light and the aura of the black lightning faded, Anon’s figure slowly revealed itself.

He held his spear with his left hand, but his entire right side, and even the majority of his skull, had been obliterated.

With even his right leg destroyed, Anon weakly slumped onto the purple cloud.

Seeing this, Blood Fiend smiled.

He weakly raised his right hand, and the grimoire in his left hand buzzed. Droplets of Anon’s blood rose into the air before being drawn at a rapid pace towards Blood Fiend.

As Anon’s flesh squirmed and his figure wriggled into a whole, his blood was absorbed into the grimoire in Blood Fiend’s possession.

"Good, great, excellent!" Blood Fiend’s voice was weak initially, but by the time he shouted ’excellent’, his vigor had obviously returned.

The grimoire spilled a blood colored light that fell on Blood Fiend’s body, restoring his youth and energy.

At the same time, Anon’s injuries healed, his limbs regrew, and his cells regenerated at an unprecedented pace. He slowly stood up, glaring at Blood Fiend.

Sensing his glare, Blood Fiend smiled. His appearance had returned to his previous state, seemingly in the prime of his life.

"Though there were some slight risks involved, success, great success, is not achieved without risks and sacrifices. You who call yourself Anon can consider this battle over."

Blood Fiend’s facial expressions and tone of voice contained hints of tranquility. He had already deemed that this battle was over.

"Was that entire attack just to make me bleed?" Anon had mostly recovered; however, to heal such severe injuries, his body had already exerted itself to its limits. He was extremely exhausted and in no state to fight, but to him, it did not appear as if his chances of victory were null.

"You do not seem to understand, Anon. For me, who wields the blood grimoire, to acquire your blood is to win half of the battle. Indeed, I know what you are attempting to do, yet it is all meaningless."

Since Blood Fiend acquired his blood, the latter appeared quite confident. He knew what Anon sought to achieve by conversing, and yet he played along.

Anon suddenly found it so similar to that time.

Back then, he desired for the daemon to grasp hope, only to ruthlessly crush it. Such an act was very pleasurable, whether due to his own sadistic tendencies or due to the nature of this dimension.

Playing along with Anon, Blood Fiend was effectively doing the same thing to him now. Once coming to this realization, Anon chuckled darkly.

"Blood Fiend." Anon called out.

"Oh?"

This was the first time Anon had called him like this. Hearing this dark chuckle, Blood Fiend realized that the spear wielder before him was still hiding some things.

Maybe he had a trump card. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

But to change the current situation?

Improbable and impossible!

Anon continued.

His eyes burned with the light of two ancient suns as he proclaimed, "Let me make it clear, I am no daemon. Nor am I an opponent that you can defeat!"

Upon saying this, the cloud-severing spear in his hand trembled.

Under his might, he cocked his hand holding the spear like a javelin thrower, and then, the air around the spear buzzed as turbulent energy burst into the surroundings.

This terrible force grew, and then, he threw the cloud-severing spear toward Blood Fiend.

The latter merely smiled.

The pages of the blood grimoire spilled a dark crimson glow.

Anon’s spear raced through the space separating the two, piercing Blood Fiend’s body, which had once again transformed into a blood river and opened a path for the cloud-severing spear to pass through.

The river of blood shot into the air before transforming into Blood Fiend with the blood grimoire wide open and spilling dark crimson light behind his head.

Anon’s figure blurred.

It was just about to solidify in the first layer of speed. His actual body was just about to appear before the newly appearing Blood Fiend.

However, the latter gloatingly looked down on the world.

Blood Fiend’s grin, at this point, almost resembled the ear-to-ear grin that was biologically ingrained into daemons.

"Do not move."

His words were law.

Droplets of Anon’s blood circulated on the pages of the blood grimoire.

On these pages that were decorated by strange characters written in blood, Anon’s blood also formed into certain characters.

Though these characters were foreign, any average individual could guess what they read.

Do not move!

With a will so powerful that he had achieved true mastery over his body, Anon was even more sensitive to the average person who experienced this magical attack.

His every cell violently vibrated in resistance; however, an unknown resonance that established a connection between his blood and the blood grimoire prevented him from moving.

"This is exactly what I mean."

"It is meaningless to resist. Blood curse is an absolute ability of the blood grimoire targeting the fleshy body. A true trump card."

"Even more so since it requires little from me."

Blood Fiend showed a cold smile, reveling in Anon’s hopelessness.

This was definitely the dimension’s effects. However, upon seeing Anon’s desperate struggle, Blood Fiend felt waves of ecstasy washing over his very soul.

Slowly descending, he approached Anon’s figure.

However, just when he reached within a certain distance, strange patterns already etched into the space revealed themselves, oozing an unholy aura.

Curse magic?

When?!

Blood Fiend’s countenance changed immediately as the power of curse magic shot out toward his figure.

Though he instantly transformed into a river of blood and retreated to the sky once more, these patterns etched themselves on the blood river itself.

Even after returning to his physical figure, they were akin to tattoos that had forced themselves onto his skin.

At the same time, an indescribable sound resounded throughout the cloud arena.

Anon’s muscles twitched, and his veins attempted to burst through his skin. Initially, unable to move, he forcefully shattered the restrictions of the blood curse.

"To play with curses in front of me? How ignorant and arrogant!" Anon scoffed.

Though it truly did affect him, it did not hurt anyone to put on an act of indifference.

After all, he did not desire to see Blood Fiend utilize that attack again.

Maybe he was capable of breaking the resistance; however, by the time he did, it would be enough to at least place him in a desperate situation.

Blood Fiend’s face had paled as the tattoos on his body wriggled around his skin. Weakness and exhaustion assaulted him, and black colored blood trickled from his nose as well.

His voice was hoarse, and he stared at Anon with indignation and rage rather than exasperation and fear.

"Don’t think that I do not know! Good, how good that you can use curse magic. Let me see if your curse magic is stronger than my blood curse." Blood Fiend growled.

"I wish to see you break it again!"