Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Andromalius' Fury
"The poison is listening a bit late."
Vikir pieced returned together the torn flesh of his chest and forearms.
He should feel the wraiths sealed in the slots of his magic sword, Beelzebub, rampaging madly.
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-1 slot: Venomous -Madame eight-Legged (S)
Slot -2: Silent Hill – Mushuhushu (A+)
Slot -3: top notch Regeneration -lavatory Salamander(A+)
along with his body restored by the regenerative powers of the Swamp Salamander, Vikir inspects the slots on Beelzebub.
Crackle-crackle-crackle-dahlgraak!
The pink beads beneath the blade clattered in opposition to every other, churning violently.
The wraith raging most furiously inside Beelzebub right now was Madame 8-Legged.
She seemed to be very proud of the fact that Andromalius, who were poisoned through her own poison, moved typically for a while.
but Vikir changed into surprised sufficient by the impact for now.
The Madame's poison changed into so powerful that it made even the sector's tens of hundreds stumble, and it changed into so terrifying that even a existence that had already died could be endangered again.
Being capable of inflict debuffs like slow, numb, and blind against any such excessive rating demon was a big win.
Andromalius, meanwhile, watched in horror as his very own body faded to black.
[A poison that even the dead can't escape? Where in the world is this poison... a mere mortal!]
Andromalius notion as he struggled to govern his spinning imaginative and prescient.
what number of demonic creatures within the international possessed this type of vile poison?
The foxy spiders of the crimson and Black Mountains, the 9-headed snakes of the giant u . s ., the notable jellyfish under the Black Sea....
There are numerous other candidates that must come to thoughts that live inside the depths of the Outer Demon Realm, but how their venom is being utilized by mere mortals is beyond me.
'It's so virulent that even the greatest demons are reluctant to cope with it, and it's impossible to even contain or shop it someplace, so how ought to a mere mortal....'
but there has been no time to reflect onconsideration on it now.
Andromalius gritted his teeth and stepped returned.
The bloodsuckers observed fit and backed away.
He appears around to look if there are some other bloodsuckers around, however there aren't.
The simplest bloodsucker is the Vikir in the front of you.
but his blood is already tainted with a terrible poison, and sucking on it will best poison you, as it's miles now.
"no longer precise for you."
The vikir bites down on his index finger, drawing blood and spraying it into the air.
Cha-cha-cha-cha.
the bubbling droplets of venom flew like bullets.
The blood may want to flip from mundane to venomous at any moment, relying on Vikir's will.
not handiest is it hemorrhagic and neurotoxic, however it's also deadly acidic, burning Andromalius' body and soul on the identical time.
[Off-aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!]
As a demonic sword, Beelzebub offers direct harm to a demon's religious frame.
Andromalius had no preference but to connect which means to every and each one in every of Vikir's assaults.
What's extra, Vikir's own brute strength became more than sufficient to attract out the strength of a sword of the very best Graduator elegance.
Baskerville 7th form. Six tooth, accompanied through a 7th, small however distinct.
another time, the top of the sword oviposited Andromalius' entire frame.
[Ugh! What the hell!]
Andromalius gnashed his teeth on the absurdity of it all.
He hadn't predicted to be attacked by a mere mortal, a great deal less on his domestic turf.
Ehhhhh...
Andromalius swatted at the last swarm of flies, forming a black mist, and quickly ducked behind it.
He stepped again, proceeding to shut the gap.
"That's what i used to be hoping for."
Vikir didn't hassle to observe Andromalius as he fled deeper into the cave.
simplest.
Kararak-
pulled black sticks from his lower back and assembled them into one.
It was the black bow wielded through Adonai, the mythical archer who had led Anubis and Balak of their high.
...growth!
An arrow from Anubis flew out and pierced Andromalius' body.
increase!
Andromalius hit the cave wall and regarded down at the hole in his chest with a horrified expression.
The arrowhead became dyed red and, of route, covered with Madame 8-Legged's venom.
[Ugh, a bow!?]
that is fantastic.
Why would a Baskerville swordsman use a bow?
He appears up and sees Vikir on foot toward him.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
His stride as smooth as a snake's, his killing motive eerie.
The ghostly determine made no sound as it walked, and Andromalius felt goosebumps creep up his spine.
"No."
Andromalius decided that he couldn't face Vikir inside the cave.
We-Eng-
At Andromalius' call, all of the flies amassed in a single area.
"They shall swarm like flies."
these have been the flies that had been licking the flesh off the bones of the children and swarming over them.
these myriads of grave-dwelling flies loyally rallied at their grasp's name.
however.
"Flies are the spider's food."
Vikir intermittently slashed his wrist, black blood pouring from it.
The fog of blood, laced with venomous spider venom, turned into killing the flies like not anything else.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
The stiffly moving flies melted like ice cream dumped into a flame as quickly as they touched Vikir's blood mist.
That wasn't all.
Vikir had additionally contaminated the groundwater flowing alongside the partitions and ramps along with his blood, so the flies have been constantly draining their health with out a place to paste.
Vikir turned into in control of the scenario, along with the terrain round him.
Waaaahhhh...
His breathing is getting tighter.
He didn't realize why he was being driven.
Andromalius' expression crumpled.
"...For God's sake, spare some kids."
He'd by no means regretted eating all the youngsters he'd kept in the cave for blood luggage as much as he did now.
... but.
[Yeah. I'll give you credit for pushing this body this far as a mere mortal].
Andromalius was still now not enjoyable.
out of doors the cave, outside the circle, there was a river and a sandy bank that cut a wide swath thru the schooling grounds.
If he could burst the financial institution and divert all the river's overflow into this cave, he nonetheless had a risk.
'The regenerative powers of the flesh will no longer be able to hold up with a demon.'
He might lose some magic strength, but that could also delay the summoning of the gate that might open the Age of Destruction with the aid of pretty a bit, but it was unavoidable.
[Ku-k-k-k-k... ... Yeah, that was fine for a human. It was for a moment, but it was embarrassing. But that's it. You crossed the line.]
Andromalius raised his blood-red eyes and glared at Vikir.
Then, he took the first step toward leaving the cave.
He broke the bonds.
Tsutsutsutsutsuts...
The binding that had enveloped the complete training hall disappeared.
only demons and children underneath the age of eight should enter the Demon Binding Realm, and it required an tremendous amount of magic energy to hold.
It's no marvel it's so secretive that even an archmage can't discover it, and it's so powerful that it can't be broken via anything much less than demonic electricity.
Breaking the bond restored Andromalius's magic to a excellent volume.
With that, Andromalius suppressed the poison that become eating away at his body and leapt up through the hollow within the ceiling within the center of the cave.
[Hold on, I'll show you hell in a moment].
Andromalius slammed into the rock with a sickening giggle.
however, he become glad to see the dangerous bastard now.
In some greater years, he'd be absolutely insufferable.
'If Hugo, Osiris, and the 7th count number had been the simplest ones prepared, it'd have made a massive distinction.'
better to make certain they're useless now, so they'll be prepared for the next time they need to consume Baskerville.
Then.
Andromalius reached the stop of the hollow, where he ought to see the night time sky, and all at once stopped.
Down beneath, he could see Vikir status nonetheless.
[...?]
Andromalius furrowed his brow and bowed his head.
by hook or by crook, Vikir hadn't given chase.
He simply appears up and stares at Andromalius along with his usual expressionless face.
... with a ordinary looking whistle in his hand.
With that, Vikir raised the enamel-like whistle in his hand to his mouth and blew.
A excessive, piercing notice echoes thru the hollow.
Andromalius felt a kick back run down his backbone as he heard it.
[...!]
it is not possible not to recognise that he additionally has the enjoy of living for many years wearing the skin of the second son of the Baskervilles.
what's that whistle in Vikir's hand, and what does it mean?
after which.
The night has grown even darker.
darkish clouds blocked out the moonlight and a veil of inky darkness fell.
long shadows started out to solid countless shadows from outside the hole in the ceiling Andromalius had climbed.
Flutter.
A black, blood-colored wisp fluttered in the night time breeze.
Andromalius raised his bloodshot eyes to the sky outside the hollow.
The ceiling after the Demon Binding had disappeared.
There, the suggestions of endless shadows pointed at Andromalius.
"What are you doing there, ... son?"
Hugo Les Baskervilles status waving a black gown.
Beside him, his eldest son, Osiris Les Baskervilles.
And the seven hounds standing in the back of their father. Seven counts.
Pit Bull.
Mastiff.
Doberman.
Shepherd.
Rottweiler.
Wolfhound, and so on.
a total of a hundred hounds beneath each knightly order, seven hundred in total.
the entire pressure of the iron-blooded navy strength.
all of the dogs of Baskerville were assembled.
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