Myriad Devils-Chapter 202: Battle of Ancestors

Even the smallest Ancestor cloud spanned 9,000 meters in diameter.

Anon’s cloud was 12,000 meters in diameter. Amongst ancestor clouds, resonance would take place between clouds within a range of 1,000 meters between each other.

It had taken an entire decade, but who knew if this could be considered a short or a long time in the level of ancestors.

The ancestral battlefield was over 24,000 meters in diameter. These 24 kilometers were an expanse of black thorns that intertwined and released a dreadfully dark radiance.

Anon paid little heed to the ’decorations’ of this battlefield.

The two ancestors stood on the furthest edge of the battle cloud from each other.

With a longsword embedded in the cloud in front of him, and the cursed grimoire levitating in the air behind his head, Anon silently observed his opponent.

Neither of them spoke a single word to the other.

From the moment the clouds intersected, the battle had already begun.

The white daemon with three eyes had lost its grin.

When battle began, it meant that it was time for action. All words were useless time-wasting tactics, and only the death of his adversary was worthwhile and pleasing.

He took a single step.

No, he did not cross the distance separating them. Instead, he crouched and took a seat. In fact, he assumed a seemingly comfortable lotus position atop the battle cloud. The soles of his feet and the palms of his hands faced the earth above.

His third eye opened wide.

Anon instantly snapped awake.

Ten years.

For the greater part of ten years, he had deciphered a great deal of the cursed grimoire. His curse magic had deciphered endless mysteries.

Anon snapped his fingers and then flicked his hand toward the sitting daemon.

"Oh?"

The daemon opened its mouth, and a voice emerged; neither loud nor soft, neither male nor female, devoid of emotion yet eerily resonant, echoing across the ancestor cloud.

The magic spells that formed in the air around Anon destabilized.

"Curse magic."

"It is but an aspect of dark magic." The daemon plainly stated, neither frowning nor smiling.

Anon frowned deeply and took hold of his longsword. The twenty-four kilometers that separated them was certainly not far; however, he did not dare appear too close to this opponent.

At least, not yet.

His sword soul grew excited as glowing patterns instantly covered most of the battle cloud. The sound of crackling white lightning resounded throughout.

One must understand that, with the current strength of his soul, the power he could now display with these techniques was tens, if not hundreds, of times more powerful.

In the blink of an eye, a light of sword soul, crackling with the brilliance of white lightning, struck out toward the sitting daemon.

"Humph!"

With a light harrumph, the daemon stretched out one of its hands toward the light of the sword soul. This hand was shrouded in darkness...

The moment the light of the sword soul covered in white lightning made contact with his hand shrouded in darkness, the world went silent.

There was a period in which time seemed to slow, or even come to a complete stop. Thereafter, the light of the sword soul disappeared.

Or more accurately, the darkness that shrouded the hand completely swallowed the entirety of the sword soul and white lightning.

The daemon did not have time to retract its outstretched hand.

Anon had already appeared before the daemon. Black veins manifested all across the space of the battle cloud, and they pulsed with endless ferocity and power.

This overwhelming power concentrated on the edge of the sword’s blade.

Toward this attack, the daemon snickered lightly.

"Even less effective than the first!"

The daemon’s words resounded, and the black veins disappeared. The concentration of power accumulating on the tip of his blade dissipated in a moment’s notice.

Anon immediately distanced himself; however, before he could create a greater distance between himself and the daemon, a shadowy hand escaped his shadow.

Instantly, he was pinned in place!

Suddenly, a dark chill rushed towards his back. The daemon that was previously sitting peacefully before his eyes had unknowingly disappeared.

This was no movement speed.

Much less a true body, it did not even leave a false body.

’Teleportation?!’

A burst of brilliant light covered the entire battlefield as white lightning electrified his surroundings.

The shadowy hand instantly disappeared, along with Anon’s figure. White lightning flickered across the battlefield before transforming into Anon’s figure at the edge of the battle cloud.

Anon, as well as the daemon, looked into the other’s eyes, simultaneously muttering, "How troublesome."

Looking at the swarthy-skinned youth, the daemon’s expression was unreadable.

’Dark magic encompasses curse magic as well. Though his skill in this aspect can be ignored, unless I attack him with my strongest curse magic spells, he can ignore my curse magic as well.’

Anon’s thoughts churned.

’He alternates between shadow magic and darkness magic. The black lightning, simply by containing some characteristics of darkness, is completely nullified by him. It’s safe to say that he’s most skilled in darkness magic.’

The black lightning technique was absolutely useless in the previous exchange. With the daemon likely keeping some of its cards hidden, Anon did not wish to reveal the true limits of his curse magic.

Not with a daemon that dealt with this kind of magic.

It was unknown whether the daemon would formulate a counter to his curse magic if he rushed to reveal his true abilities with curse magic.

’To use some strong curse magic abilities, I’ll need to find the right opportunity. On the other hand, the most useful attack, especially against a darkness magic wielder, is the white lightning techniques.’

Reaching this conclusion was not difficult; however, the real problem lay in the fact that the white lightning techniques weren’t as domineering and powerful as the black lightning ones.

’The white lightning pursues the ultimate speed, and the black lightning pursues ultimate strength and absolute force. To defeat this fellow...’ Anon’s eyes gleamed.

In truth, from the beginning of the stalemate to now, only a moment had passed.

To the untrained eye, the moment that Anon retreated to the edge of the battle cloud, an instant thereafter, a river of blood shot out from his figure and arched across a distance spanning several kilometers in a second.

Spacetime contorted under the unbearable pressure.

Wielding a longsword, Anon jumped out of the blood river and launched toward the white-haired daemon.

For a moment, the three-eyed daemon appeared to be frozen in time; however, a subtle grin took shape as Anon’s figure manifested.

Anon’s figure was decorated in dark lightning. The longsword was covered in black lightning that crackled with a most formidable power.

A white hand with long, slender fingers stretched out toward the approaching longsword.

As if the black lightning was completely insignificant, the hand gracefully grasped onto the sword’s blade and brought it to an instant halt.

The black lightning disappeared the moment it made contact with that white hand.

Thereafter, a second hand burst out of the shadows and reached out toward Anon’s chest.

And as the hand landed on his chest, skin and flesh transformed into droplets of blood that parted ways, allowing the hand to go straight through.

The daemon frowned and snorted lightly.

He retracted his hand before several shadowy hands escaped Anon’s shadow and pulled at his figure, locking him in place.

Anon’s shadow was squirming; however, a strange force pressed down on it.

His chest was forced to reform.

Once more, the white hand stretched toward Anon’s chest. This time, nothing unexpected occurred, and the hand left a dark palm imprint on his chest before retreating.

The shadowy hands released their grip, and the force pressing down on his shadow disappeared.

Anon’s figure was sent hurling toward the other edge of the battle cloud, and though the contact occurred on his chest, his back was littered with numerous wounds in the form of palm imprints.

These wounds appeared to’ve been infected and radiated an intense vileness into the surroundings.

Anon stabilized himself and spat out a mouthful of sizzling dark blood. The color in his skin was instantly drained, as if he contracted some deathly disease.

"Good," Anon’s voice was hoarse and sickly, but a pleasant smile stretched across his face, marred only by his current state.

"Let’s go again."

Shouting lightly, longsword in hand, and black lightning crackling around him, Anon stepped toward the snow-skinned daemon once more.

Space buzzed as he swiped toward the slender daemon. The infinitely distant lightning principle resonated with his attack, and an aspect of this lightning, in the form of black lightning, descended.

This only served to please the white-haired daemon even more.

Once again, he stretched out one hand and caught the longsword’s lightning-covered blade, and with his other hand, he sent Anon hurling back.

At the same time, the daemon teleported once more, appearing behind Anon’s figure whilst the latter attempted to stabilize himself in the air.

The duo exchanged countless moves.

The battle between existences in the theoretical sixth world was unlike battles between mortals.

Those battles could last days on end.

After all, this level of power was fueled by the soul, and how powerful was an ancestor’s soul?

This was the primary source of strength between these two ancestors, complemented by Anon’s true mastery over his physical body.

Achieving a cockroach-like survivability, Anon continuously suffered from the daemon’s attacks, but still opted to return attacks with black lightning.

The daemon’s darkness magic completely nullified the black lightning; however, as time passed, the daemon was the one to frown.

After all, each drifter usually went through dozens, or even hundreds, of slaughter battles before nurturing an ancestor cloud.

Even from the first exchange, any ancestor would’ve realized how futile utilizing this black lightning was, and still, this ancestor drifter before him repeatedly suffered to continue to use this technique.

Worse yet, he had that white lightning, but still opted to use the black lightning...

’Huh?’

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor in his heart, and a foreboding sensation from his subconscious!