Myriad Devils-Chapter 93: Which way, dear Anon?

Bolan gently placed his hand on the hilt of his blade, producing a soft clicking sound. Simultaneously, Anon’s earring shimmered with golden light, transforming into a magical golden snake. This snake-like form was an illusion created as Anon twirled his staff, making it look as if the snake was wrapping around him.

Resting his golden staff across his shoulders, Anon appeared relaxed, and yet, the cruel light in his eyes remained present, giving his gaze a scalding heat that caused a drop of sweat to trickle down Bolan’s spine. In the midst of being scrutinized by such an intense gaze, Bolan’s indifference faltered slightly, but what replaced it was a carefree chortle!

"Hehehe," Bolan slowly unsheathed his dark blade, revealing something that left Anon slightly perplexed. Instead of a full weapon, only the handle of Bolan’s blade was present.

For some time now, Bolan’s blade had shattered to many pieces.

However, as his spirit called forth stellar cosmic energy, the power of darkness was drawn out of the depths of his soul, seeing to it that a phantasmal, light-devouring power, materialized in the form of a dark blade, regenerating his shattered blade.

Clicking his tongue, Anon thought to himself, ’Though Kolar-dust is very durable, comparable to my own lesser divine weapon, it lacks any magical properties. Still, such durability is only useful for first world stellar geniuses. It makes sense that Bolan needs to utilize his own principle to create a weapon.’ Anon glanced at the staff in his grasp.

Running across its body was several distinctive cracks.

Truthfully, what he desired was a Greater divine weapon. After all, that was the bare minimum to see his strength amplify from utilizing a divine weapon, but such a weapon wasn’t even possible for a year one student to obtain in the academy.

And even if it was, it would’ve been too expensive for him.

Though both the lesser and greater divine weapons were forged from cosmic dust, there was a stark difference between the two, similarly, the disparity of worth separating both treasures was very glaring.

But as Anon’s thoughts trailed, Bolan abruptly launched towards him.

Bolan’s movements were just like this, containing no prior hints, and his explosion of speed was similarly strange, releasing no sound.

In fact, the whites of his eyes had become a demonic black, therein, there was a lack of intent, whether that be murderous intent or otherwise.

’This is intriguing, very intriguing.’ Anon mused inwardly.

There was no worry in his eyes as they followed Bolan’s movements. Although the boy draped in darkness was incredibly strange, and though his principle was similarly strange, Anon golden amber eyes shimmered with a brilliant and fiery light.

This light, seemingly as intense as the sun, appeared to vanquish any weirdness that shrouded Bolan’s figure as Anon’s staff came crashing down!

Interestingly, whilst Bolan attacked him from the front, Anon ignored him, swinging his staff towards the empty air behind him.

Just then, the figure rushing towards Anon’s front dissipated as if it had never existed.

Simultaneously, Anon’s staff and Bolan’s blade collided. As the two weapons collided, Bolan’s figure, wielding said blade, slowly began revealing itself.

"What makes you so confident in confronting me?" Anon asked whilst tilting his head to the side. His eyes truly appeared puzzled.

Not only had he stepped into the second world for some time now, but he had also even achieved some level of success in the second world.

More than that, if he dropped down and meditated right now, that success would be greatly amplified. Anon could sense that his spirit was itching to enter a meditative state and undergo a process of metamorphosis.

To him, Bolan, no matter how impressive, was quite weak.

Hmph!

Bolan chuckled as one of his legs twitched. Anon quickly reacted to his kick, but as Bolan’s feet lifted into the air, it abruptly stomped into the earth. Using the space created from his fake, he drew closer to Anon, retracting his blade before stabbing out towards Anon’s neck. But the speed at which Anon reacted wasn’t anything to scoff at.

Even though Bolan had clearly made an advantage for himself, Anon retracted his staff before intercepting Bolan’s blade with it. And though a dark aura exploded from Bolan’s blade, the two weapons met once again, causing Bolan to frown.

"Tsk, this dark blade might be able to phase through the defenses of those dumb beasts, but against another principle, its advantages will simply be canceled." Anon’s voice contained emotion as he disdainfully berated Bolan.

It was the most emotion he had revealed towards another person as he too lifted his leg, but instead of stamping into the earth, he sent his right boot into Bolan’s abdomen.

His boot sunk into Bolan’s flesh, causing the dark-haired boy to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Groaning in pain, Bolan stumbled back several steps. One step, two steps, three steps, each step he stumbled back, Anon’s staff repeatedly hammered into his body, lashing out against his bones and beating on his flesh.

Entering the surroundings were discomforting cracking sounds, but it wasn’t just Bolan’s bones that were quaking.

As his staff raced through the air, several more cracks began forming at breakneck speed.

Containing the force of a second world genius, whilst colliding onto the body of another second world entity, the already damaged staff began breaking apart in Anon’s hands.

And yet, he was relentless and ruthless.

Bolan was unable to escape a period in which he was continuously hammered stupid, unable to even think straight.

From his pelvic bone to his shoulder bones. His forearm, jaw, nose, knees, and even his skull, whether shattering or cracking under the constant barrage, Bolan had almost immediately reached a breaking point.

It wasn’t that he did not even attempt to defend himself, but already stumbling back from the impact of Anon’s heavy kick, although he was skillful with the blade, Anon’s staff was simply too fast, too unpredictable.

It didn’t help that Anon’s physical stats were a level or two above his own.

’Even though we’re both in the second world, is the disparity so much?!’ Bolan groaned internally.

Crack!

Louder than all the others, this crack resounded out. Bolan’s pupils trembled as Anon’s staff snapped before his eyes.

’An opportunity!’ He exclaimed inwardly.

Anon grumbled to himself as his staff broke into two shattered pieces of waste.

At the same time, the relentless barrage he released on Bolan was let up for merely a fraction of a second, but that time was enough for Bolan’s spirit to draw out an immense amount of power from his principle.

But Anon’s eyes showed no reaction.

"Dark Ripple!"

"Inevitable Strike!"

As Bolan swiped his weapon towards Anon, escaping his blade was a subtle ripple that caused the air to tremble.

Simultaneously, Anon took the two broken pieces of his staff and launched them towards said ripple.

Ironically, this dark ripple phased through the two incoming projectiles lashing out on Anon’s body, lifting him up from the earth and sending him flying.

But to Bolan’s despair, the two golden projectiles rocketed towards him.

Anon wasn’t fast enough to react to Bolan’s attack, so naturally, the latter was unable to react to Anon’s.

Still, there was an unusual calmness in his eyes. Whether he was truly calm or not, it did not affect the reality of the matter though.

Blood sprayed into the surroundings as he attempted to dodge Anon’s weapons.

Of which, he evaded one, whilst the other, as if guided by an invisible hand, rushed towards Bolan’s head, piercing it with ease.

His skull exploded open causing gooey substances and bloody matter to splatter into the nearby surroundings.

Thereafter, silence...

Whilst Anon was picked up by a powerful force made up off darkness, Bolan had limply dropped to the ground.

A drowning silence descended onto the open field.

In said field, firm footsteps sounded rhythmically against the earth.

With an unreadable expression, Seth casually approached Bolan’s corpse.

At the same time, Anon frowningly made his way towards him. Stretching across his chest was a gushing wound that oozed blood.

"Didn’t I tell you to observe from afar?!" Anon glared at Seth. His mood wasn’t stable right now.

"Anon, do you know that stellar fighters with darkness related principles, are seen as cockroaches?" Seth ignored Anon’s question with his own question.

Not waiting on a reply, Seth continued whilst observing Bolan’s corpse, "But if you add mastery over the flesh on top of that, the roach suddenly becomes impossibly grueling to kill."

As Anon brushed near him and appeared before Bolan’s corpse, Seth concluded, "There are ways to kill unkillable things. I truly desire to see which of these ways you’d utilize, dear Anon."

At the same time, he took a step back, followed by another.

Seth slowly retreated from the open field whilst Anon bent over, picking up Bolan’s shattered blade.

Whilst this all occurred, Bolan’s corpse, his remains began squirming and twitching...

In fact, his shattered skull had already commenced regenerating at a rate visible to the naked eye.

But to all of this, Anon did not appear surprised nor disturbed.

Instead, he uttered aloud, "For what you experience here on, blame only yourself."

Stooping, Anon played with Bolan’s broken blade in his hand.

Then, he muttered, "The hatred festering within the depths of my existential self, I’ll allow you to embrace it fully."

Under the shade of a towering tree, Seth’s crimson orbs glinted ominously. Leaning against the trunk with arms folded, his face remained expressionless.

However, as Anon’s words reached him, his ears twitched slightly.

A grin tugged at his lips in response, revealing his beastly canines.