Myriad Devils-Chapter 195: Stand proud

Spear images collided and intertwined with sword images. Hundreds and thousands of images appeared throughout the six kilometers of the purple cloud battlefield.

These spear images were surrounded by a divine light of spear soul power; however, not one spear image could resist the sword image for long.

The hundreds and thousands of sword images shattered them with ease, leaving behind a trail of silvery light in their wake.

At this time, the crimson sea under the purple cloud battlefield suddenly grew chaotic.

Slaughter energy manifested as a bloody aura that shot out of the sea and quickly spread throughout the purple cloud.

The battle came to a standstill almost instantly.

Anon was swallowed by an intense desire; however, his face was indifferent.

His will had already faced the corrosion of the cursed spirits in the fifth layer of the mind-swallowing abyss. In comparison, this was, at most, slightly stronger.

One must understand that, comparatively speaking, Anon’s soul has been augmented several times since then. Not only his soul, but even his will was many times more powerful.

The knight in silvery armor smirked coldly. He was enveloped in a dark crimson aura that attempted to taint his soul and corrupt his will.

"It seems that our relationship as teacher and student ends here." Having said this, wielding his longsword, the knight slowly entered a fighting stance.

The grimoire behind his head released a splendorous white light that fell onto his body. And above his head, two illusory white wings took shape.

"Teacher and student? Such lofty words."

The grimoire behind Anon’s head reacted to his words. At the same time, the knight laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed in the surroundings whilst his figure suddenly disappeared.

It was instantaneous!

The longsword already pierced through Anon’s fleshy body by the time the knightly figure had disappeared.

Along with the longsword, only a pair of illusory wings manifested by the light of the knight’s grimoire could be seen.

Anon’s blood splashed wildly into his surroundings, and his figure disassembled into a pool of blood. Each droplet of his blood contained dark, intricate patterns etched onto its surface.

These patterns lit up as they landed on the longsword.

At the same time, a river of blood made an arc through the air and appeared on the other side of the battlefield; therein, a figure wielding a cursed blood spear jumped out.

As the blood river faded, the knightly figure became more visible as well. His armor was stained with blood, but as much as it tried, the blood could not seep through the armor.

"Your little blood magic is useless. Come at me with your spear!" The knight burst forth with waves of energy as he roared out loud.

"Then here I come!" Anon flicked his hand, and a drop of blood instantly appeared before the knight. A great transformation took place.

The cloud-severing spear was draped in intertwining blood red and dark purple colors as it shot out of the droplet of blood and toward the knight, who had yet to react.

The cloud-severing spear destroyed the knight’s body. The armored figure shattered like glass, whilst Anon’s original figure disassembled into a blood pool.

His figure manifested near his spear, gripping it tightly whilst he stood in the air, looking in the direction in which the knight reappeared, the illusory wings above his head flapping gently.

Anon instantly transformed into a stream of blood whilst the knight disappeared once more.

The longsword and spear clashed countless times.

Scars appeared in many areas of the purple cloud battlefield, with space struggling to heal at a rate that kept up with the appearing scars.

As time went on, the knight felt something strange budding in his chest. Both longsword and spear moved through the air like fish in water.

At times, they carried an indomitable might, lashing out with sword and spear soul powers, and other times, sword soul and spear soul were untraceable, and the two weapons appeared quite ordinary as they moved through the air.

The duo materialized in their actual forms at separate ends of the purple cloud battlefield.

The knight’s expression was strange and disbelieving.

"Have you guessed it?" Anon chuckled faintly.

The knight sighed upon seeing Anon’s calm visage. He asked, "How long?"

"Indeed, you taught me for a hundred rounds; however, by the third round, I had already gotten the gist. The core of true mastery, what it actually means to attain true mastery..." Anon paused for a moment.

"In fact, it was thanks to you that I truly understood the black lightning technique."

The knight frowned.

"I’m really glad I could assist you like this. But to play me for a fool, and to plot against me and my kind intentions, it resembles the ungratefulness of those pitiful, talentless vermin."

Anon heard this and covered his mouth. His body trembled as his attempts to restrain his laughter were futile.

"You really dislike those without that spark, eh..." Anon sighed and shook his head. A peculiar light flashed through his eyes, "To me, you too, are merely a pitiful, talentless vermin."

"Good, you may have been tainted by those impure vermin, but I like you very much. I will remember you for the rest of my life. That much honor, you can have." The knight said. He did not even seem to be angered by Anon’s words.

"Open your eyes. From now on, I will stop resisting my intent to kill."

As the knight’s words fell, the grimoire buzzed with intensity. The knight stepped toward the other end of the purple cloud battlefield.

It was one step, but from it, thirty-five more knights were born. Each figure wielded a longsword, and there was an illusory grimoire behind their heads.

Which was real and which was fake?

Just this one step crossed the purple cloud battlefield. Anon was instantly surrounded by thirty-six longswords.

In the space around him, dark purple markings revealed themselves, and chains radiating vile energies burst out of the purple cloud, attempting to bind the thirty-six knights.

These chains shattered the moment they made contact with the knightly figures. They all laughed in unison, "Nothing in this world is capable of tainting this knight’s purity!"

At the same time, glowing white patterns danced in the air. Anon’s figure disappeared, leaving only the cloud-severing spear in his wake.

The spear released thirty-six bolts of white lightning and thirty-six spear images, each bubbling with spear soul power.

But the thirty-six figures merely scoffed.

The bolts of lightning crashed into their armors, followed by the spear images, but the armor only revealed some faint cracks that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In response, the longswords transformed into silvery lights that rocketed towards the air above.

Thirty-six silvery lights instantly assaulted Anon’s reappearing figure.

He transformed into a blood river that desperately evaded these attacks, but the thirty-six knightly figures had already surrounded him in the air, attacking with their longswords once more.

"Since you’re within this formation, why leave?" The knightly figures spoke in perfect harmony. It was a strange yet frightening scene.

Anon’s senses flared.

The thirty-six figures donned stern expressions as they lifted their longswords to the earth above.

"Thirty-six scales of dragon formation!"

Waves of silvery energy burned in the space across the purple cloud battlefield.

Manifesting throughout the purple cloud was the body of an illusory beast.

This was the body of a divine beast.

A silvery dragon that swam across the purple cloud battlefield.

There were thirty-six moving images across its body, and each moving image showcased a knightly figure who showcased a unique attack with their longsword.

The silvery dragon swam across space and appeared before Anon in an instant.

Though it opened its mouth, as if to swallow him, such an attack was much more mysterious than the mere act of swallowing.

Within this mouth, Anon could see the illusory images of thirty-six kinds of sword attacks. Each attack seemingly contained endless power.

"As a talent of the cosmic worlds, you can instigate me to use this technique. Stand proud, even in death!" The knightly figures bellowed.

"Hahahahaha..."

Anon cackled madly in response.

In his vicinity, bolts of crackling black lightning left space charred, and warped the environment. He gripped the cloud-severing spear, his heart consumed by waves of dark emotions.

An unknown power seemed to resonate with this state, and the power of black lightning intensified greatly. Behind Anon’s figure, the image of a towering dark wall with twisted, bulging veins suddenly manifested.

Thereafter, the grandiose and imposing figure of a silvery dragon met with the immovable and overwhelming image of a dark, destructive wall.

These two energies collided, instantly blinding the world.

Black and white intertwined as thirty-six figures in silvery armor collided with torrents of dark lightning that danced in the air.

Mind-shattering explosions rang throughout the battlefield, and continued even as the light faded.

The silvery dragon and the wall of darkness faded away.

What was revealed thereafter was the sight of Anon’s pathetic state.

Even the thirty-six knightly figures had disappeared, leaving only one knight.

Anon’s cloud-severing spear had faint cracks running across its body, whereas his figure was much worse.

Most of his skin and flesh were torn and skewed, and even some of his bones were shattered. His ribs pierced through his flesh, whilst his face was destroyed.

Yet still, he was standing, and his spear was still within his grasp. Or maybe he did not have the strength to release his grip.

The knight observed this and smiled.

His armor and revealed skin had cracks and breaks. Between these cracks and breaks, a dark light ran rampant, attempting to burst out.

Seeing Anon’s injuries slowly reverse, the knight sighed.

"I was going to say..." Anon’s voice was faint, "Say something like, you’re a spark whilst I’m the sun, but you inevitably left me in this kind of state."

"Such wounds may be visually apprehensive, but it isn’t that detrimental to you, blood magic sorcerers, especially one with true mastery over the body." The knight’s eyes gleamed.

"Yet still, my wounds are quite troublesome to heal. If I were merely one of the other, I would likely die as well." Anon said so, and blood light spilled out of the grimoire and fell onto his figure.

"But in the end, I am the one to fall."

As the knight’s words fell, his figure suddenly trembled before violently bursting. Dark, chaotic lightning rampantly attacked the surroundings.

Seeing such a scene, Anon smilingly said, "You could stand proud, even in death. I will remember you for eternity."