Myriad Devils-Chapter 194: Two true masters clash

Anon stood on the edge of the drifter cloud and threw the flesh sword into the crimson sea water.

Thereafter, a dark light shone on him. This light leapt out of the crimson heaven and made an arc in the air before falling on his body.

The grimoire behind his head absorbed this light and transformed. Anon curiously observed as the blood grimoire underwent evolution.

He had taken Blood Fiend’s words seriously and had attempted to offer the flesh sword to the world, but, as for how this was done, he could only guess.

Like a mad fool, he had held the flesh sword out and raised his hands to the sky, and then loudly proclaimed that he was offering the flesh sword to the world.

Nothing had occurred then, so he could only change his approach. Eventually, he deduced that this was the only other way.

On earth, some say that beyond the sky lies Heaven. This was not Heaven in the literal sense, but, more like a consciousness of the world of sort.

In this world, the sky and earth were reversed.

The Heavens was below and so, he felt that it was not a stretch to consider throwing the flesh sword into the crimson sea as an offering to this world, and its crimson heaven.

Finally, he had acquired a grimoire with a five leaf clover, of which, three were blood colored, and the other two were blacker than ink, or maybe, a deep shade of purple.

The grimoire itself, along with its pages, were also black, with words and characters that Anon did not see before, written in a blood red ink.

Holding the grimoire in his left hand, the light from within the book washed over his body and a connection was formed.

Hmm?

Anon suddenly smiled.

Snap~

Over a dozen magical spells suddenly revealed themselves, already etched into the nearby space.

These were not spells that he had prepared before. He had casted these spells with the snap of his fingers. Blood and curse magic intertwined.

Waving his hand, the cloud-severing spear manifested in the space before him. The magic spells that were etched on its body had depleted by now.

Simply with a glance, magic spells etched themselves onto the spear’s body and sharp tip. The mysteries of blood and curses were more refined than ever before.

Anon was satisfied.

The grimoire lifted into the air and floated to the space behind his head. Grabbing onto the blood spear, Anon turned around and casually slashed with it.

Spear soul violently gushed out of the spear. This wave was in the form of a dark purple and crimson that worked in perfect harmony.

Such an attack instantly crossed the entire purple cloud, now a distance nearing three thousand meters in diameters.

His Mature Cloud was like a true king of the sea as it moved at six thousand miles per hour.

And his soul had also improved, constantly nurturing his will in the process.

Anon continued to analyze the grimoire as he drifted across the crimson sea. After all, unlike the inhabitants of this world, his soul was absolutely fit and perfectly aligned with true magic.

Now in possession of a grimoire, it was no different than giving a tiger wings.

Previously, Anon was too confident entering battle.

He had underestimated battles at the nascent cloud stage and had suffered. On the other hand, Blood Fiend was much more frightening and had pushed him even more so.

Following that trend, his next opponent would be anything but easy.

However, with grimoire in hand, or more accurately, floating behind his head, he had some confidence, and finally, the necessary cards to back up this confidence.

.....

In the vast expanse of crimson heaven, two large purple clouds, each spanning in and around 3,000 meters in diameter, drew closer through resonance.

In one of the drifter clouds, there was a young knight adorned in silvery armor.

He had hair that shimmered like suns. Each strand seemed to be a long golden river of sun fire. And his eyes were a deep blue.

His charm was almost otherworldly.

Sitting on a purple throne with silvery dragons decorating it, behind him was over a dozen broken blades amongst other weapons embedded into his mature cloud.

On his left was a longsword taller than his throne, and on his right, a silvery white grimoire floated in the air.

His fascinated gaze locked onto his opponent some distance away. The latter stood with a detached posture, seemingly unbothered about his soon-to-be opponent.

Instead, his right hand held a long spear decorated in crimson purple markings, and his left hand held onto a strange book that radiated an aura of wickedness.

This knightly figure on his throne was not offended by Anon’s uncaring persona. In fact, his lips curled into a dazzling smile.

Slowly, he rose to his feet.

Meanwhile, the two drifter clouds slowed before making contact. The purple clouds trembled as they intersected, forming a battlefield of several kilometers.

Anon’s gaze slowly landed on his opponent.

Naturally, the moment the two clouds intersected, the battle technically began. However, which fighter would really rush into battle just like that?

Sensing the properties of the opponent’s aura, deducing the opponent’s cards, and formulating the next course of actions and counters to possible cards...

These were all necessities before a battle between two entities wielding powers of the fifth world and even greater.

Then, their gazes met.

Familiar!

Both Anon and this knight thought of a similar word.

"You..." They voiced in unison.

"Hahahahaha..." Once more, they both reacted oddly similar to the other.

As his laughter grew faint, Anon suddenly sighed whilst thinking, ’This, this is going to be troublesome.’ 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The grimoire lifted into the air and moved to the space behind his head. A similar scene occurred with the blonde-haired young man.

His hands grabbed onto the hilt of his longsword and he bowed his head in prayer.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head and opened his eyes, smiling at Anon whilst saying out loud, "Not every day one comes across one blessed by the heavens. More importantly, not every day does one blessed by the heavens, cross paths with another blessed."

Anon smiled meaningfully.

"The last of my arrogant opponents, did not have a good end."

"I can say the same," The blonde-haired young man said.

"Good then! Take my spear." Anon laughed and stepped forward.

It was one step, and with it came a cloud-severing spear. But this single step shattered space and defied speed as he stabbed at the young man adorned in knightly armor.

Spear soul was embraced in crimson purple aura and curved through the air as it lashed out violently toward the knightly figure.

In reply, the young man chuckled and assumed a battle stance. He raised his longsword with both hands before bringing it down.

A simple act, really.

The collision of these two opposing forces was overbearing and extraordinary. At a similar speed in which he had arrived before the knight, Anon was sent flying back.

The knight only took a single step back, surprise showing on his face, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Impressive, young genius of the cosmos." The young man in knightly armor commented. As Anon slowly stabilized himself, the knight in pristine, unblemished armor, slowly stepped toward him.

"My eyes can easily see the nature of these things." The knightly figure smiled. "You have achieved true mastery over the spear purely from your own comprehension ability."

"You have absorbed the knowledge of others and broke them down to recreate them for yourself which, in my humble opinion, is commendable and extraordinary."

"Isn’t that what everyone does?" Anon felt that his hand had gone numb from the previous exchange and instantly began thinking.

"Hah..." The knightly figure sighed. "Usually, there is a teacher, or instructor, or master to guide one from the beginning. A solid foundation is the way to achieve true mastery."

"Well, that is the way for the ordinary geniuses." The knightly figure stopped his steps less than a hundred meters away from Anon.

The two felt a familiar sensation in the other’s eyes.

Anon smiled faintly. He asked, "And what about those who aren’t geniuses?"

"Haha... who cares?"

The young man plainly stated.

Seeing Anon’s amused reaction, the knight nodded his head with appreciation. The more he looked, the more he realized that this boy was a like-minded individual.

Forgetting about the nonentities, the knightly figure gestured with his finger.

"Come at me once more."

"You may have a spear soul, however, your soul is hollow, without any foundation, and greatly lacking emotion."

"Today, I will reveal to you, a beautiful world, a magnificent world, the heavenly abode of us geniuses that have within our existence, that particular spark."

Anon’s heart thumped with a foreign emotion.

Indeed, between the two was endless slaughterous energy spurring them on to bathe in the other’s blood. It was a fight to the death, yes.

But, it was much more as well.

This was the meeting of two geniuses who resided in their own plane of existence when compared to the rest of the individuals that they crossed paths with throughout their lifetimes.

Anon thought of it and stopped himself.

The white lightning...? No!

The black lightning...? No!!

The grimoire of blood and curse magic...? No!!!

Forget it all.

Forget everything.

Only a spear and a sword spoke.