Myriad Devils-Chapter 198: This is the true blood curse
Frost energy overwhelmed the entire purple cloud battlefield.
The daemon slammed its palms together, giving birth to a loud boom that spread across the battlefield. Thereafter, he slowly separated his palms, and from them, a strangely shaped staff made from the purest form of ice slowly materialized.
Though it appeared slow, the staff manifested in the blink of an eye. Once grabbing hold of the ice staff, the daemon lightly waved it.
The frost aura around Anon condensed and attempted to restrain his figure. More than freezing him, even his perception and reaction speed were slowing down.
Anon did not realize when, but his feet were encased in frost aura and rooted to the purple cloud.
At the same time, the daemon waved the ice staff once more.
From above, sparkling snowflakes fell. These snowflakes quickly grew in number and filled up the entire battlefield.
Finally, Anon reacted just as a snowflake was about to land on him. The sound of intense vibrations escaped his figure.
His longsword trembled before transforming into a light of dark, red, and silvery energies, colliding with the snowflake.
It was only one snowflake; however, the collision of energies was overwhelming. The sword and the snowflake were both caught in a kind of stalemate.
A second snowflake descended toward Anon, followed by a third, and then a fourth... tens of snowflakes came crashing down with endless might.
The sound of vibrations that escaped Anon’s figure only intensified. The frost that restrained him was instantly shattered.
Still, his figure was caught and suffered the assault of several snowflakes, shattering like glass at a moment’s notice.
He reappeared in the sky, waving his longsword toward the demonic patterns radiating frost energy above.
Seeing this, the daemon scoffed.
The ice staff trembled faintly as the daemon rose it toward the sky. The sharp aura of coldness intensified throughout the battlefield.
As Anon’s longsword grazed against the demonic patterns in the sky, the aura of frost energy was unperturbed, and a long pillar of ice materialized, crushing him down to the purple cloud.
The pillar embedded itself into the purple cloud and was still tall enough to reach sixty-three feet into the sky.
Under the pillar, Anon felt waves of frost energy invade his body, attempting to freeze his blood and shatter his body into pieces.
Blood light exploded from beneath the pillar, and strange dark patterns formed on the ice pillar, causing the pillar of ice to deteriorate at a visible rate.
Anon burst out from under the pillar with the grimoire behind his head, oozing endless blood light.
Looking at the frowning daemon, Anon appeared very relaxed and abandoned his longsword.
"I have no intention to fight a long battle with you," Anon said this and drew curse magic spells in the air in front of him.
The daemon did not reply; however, one could imagine that he, too, agreed with Anon’s words. Yet still, toward Anon’s words, it did not take it to mind.
After all, Anon’s figure was continuously overwhelmed by frost aura. Even now, his natural aura and the frost aura intertwined and collided endlessly.
With a light wave of his strangely shaped ice staff, the frost aura that overwhelmed Anon’s figure suddenly began to solidify, attempting to bind Anon within a thick, augmented block of ice.
Anon clicked his tongue, and a determined light flashed through his eyes.
From behind his head, the constant flow of blood-colored light suddenly came to a halt and then transformed into a dark aura.
The frost aura’s solidification was brought to a stop. Opening his left palm, Anon drew magic spells with his right hand on the space before him.
The frost aura all around his body was instantly drawn toward his left palm and coalesced into a ball of cold energy.
Seeing this, the daemon immediately perceived something awry.
Though he did not know the exact mysteries behind Anon’s actions, he instinctively waved his ice staff and formed several thick ice walls to ward off any sudden assault.
However, the layers of protection would prove to be utterly useless.
Thereafter, curse magic swallowed the frost energy in one gulp and condensed in Anon’s palm before he closed his palm and crushed it.
Instantly, the daemon felt something strange and looked at both his arms. There were cursed patterns wriggling around his forearms and burning into his skin.
Before his eyes, his arms saw their vitality sucked away, withering to dust in mere moments. But it did not stop there...
The cursed patterns continued to wriggle and rushed to his shoulders and neck, scaling down its chest and abdomen as well.
The daemon’s body deteriorated at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Anon saw this and sighed in relief.
"It would have been impossible for that daemon to use this degree of curse magic. Thankfully, I’m not that useless. More importantly, you hadn’t pulled your punches, causing this entire battlefield to be overwhelmed by your frost aura..."
"Actually, it was through this frost aura that my curse magic could resonate with your actual body."
Seeing the daemon’s figure wither away, Anon was delighted.
He had suffered greatly after losing his cloud-severing spear, so his strength was not at its peak.
During that time, besides this magic spell, he had also developed an absolute trump card, a true killer move; however, he was not yet sure about that magic spell.
It was not directly detrimental to himself like the soul curse was to the daemon back then, but it was a magic spell that he was subconsciously against using.
If his subconscious warned him of something, as someone with a destiny-type principle, he certainly would not ignore these warnings.
However, just as he was delighted by the daemon’s defeat, and the daemon’s entire body had withered to dust, Anon perceived a strange sight.
Four arms walked on the purple cloud.
These were the arms that were attached to the daemon’s back.
These four arms seemingly had minds of their own and radiated frost magic no weaker than the daemon from before.
Thereafter, the four arms poured out frost energy and forged a thirteen or fourteen-foot ice boulder.
Then, these four arms began molding this boulder into a humanoid form that quickly assumed a shape that resembled the previous six-armed daemon.
Anon frowned.
To observe and not do anything was a fool’s act; however, to launch an attack at this moment... his senses alerted him to danger.
Tch!
This was akin to the previous time with Blood Fiend.
At that time, he bore the attack before countering, but this time, he was not willing to wait and see the daemon return from death.
Thinking back, nothing ever went well whenever he saw someone return by death.
The light pouring out of the dark grimoire returned to a blood red color. Simultaneously, flicking his wrist, a droplet of blood shot out and appeared before the humanoid block of ice.
One of the four arms instantly reacted, and the frost energy in the surroundings concentrated into a miniature six-armed daemon.
The creature instantly came to life and launched an attack of frost magic toward the drop of blood.
Anon’s figure exploded into a blood pool before he shot out of the droplet of blood.
Surrounding his figure were hundreds and thousands of blood-colored lights that destroyed any obstructions.
Thereafter, he transformed into a blood river that appeared before the four arms in a blink.
Jumping out of the river, blood light fell from above, and countless blood lights surrounded his figure, lashing out against the molded figure of ice.
And yet, he was too late.
The purple cloud battlefield trembled violently.
The frost aura was akin to a white fog; however, at this moment, the sheer quantity and purity of the frost aura caused the energy to liquify into sparkling droplets and then solidify...
A beastly growl escaped the ice figure, and the four arms floated around this figure before attaching themselves to its back.
Anon was still in the air, closing in on the daemonic ice figure, but his speed was even slower than a turtle.
Frost energy swirling around him liquified and then solidified, enclosing his figure in a massive boulder of ice.
Anon still donned a dark expression as he attacked the returning daemon. Even the grimoire was still shining with blood light whilst stuck within the ice boulder.
The humanoid block of ice trembled slightly, and cracks formed on its body before exploding into a thick gathering of frost aura.
As the aura faded, the daemon returned to the living world, visibly filled with wrath.
"Damn, damn! Damn!"
The daemon cursed multiple times whilst clutching its horns in dismay and agony.
Then, it grew silent and turned toward Anon’s frozen figure.
"Y-Your fault... It’s all your fault!"
Screaming at the top of its lungs, the daemon lunged toward Anon, and a booming sound followed.
The boulder exploded into countless pieces right before his eyes. Yet still, even after seeing Anon’s shattered remains, the anger bubbling within his heart did not subside. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
His breathing was ragged, and the purple cloud battlefield was silent. So silent that it seemed as if it dared not make any noise due to his rage.
In fact, it was too silent.
Hmm?
Then, there was an eye.
It was a large eye.
This eye was so large, too large.
Anon’s figure within the boulder was unmoving, but his eyes were open.
From them, rings of blood light shot out. On the surface of these rings were carvings of cursed patterns that seamlessly intertwined with the bloody aura.
The rings quickly took the image of an eye, and then it began to expand.
The eye grew larger... and larger!
The daemon appeared uninjured, but the death of the mind was the truest form of death.
At that time, Anon had really developed a kind of blood curse magic spell. He had spent most of his time developing this magic spell, but he subconsciously refrained from using it.
From the first clash, Anon had already spilt the daemon’s blood. This killer move was always on the cusp of activating...
This was the true blood curse, instantly killing his enemy.
But Anon had no time to celebrate...
The death of the mind was the truest form of death!
