Chapter 314: Conquest Over Charity [2]

My teacher strict as he was caring nurtured me to better wield the knife he presented and more so made me as his extension. I became a mage skilled in practicality, wrathful in combat, yet wise in threading my path, but even I had limitations. I wasn’t creative nor crafty, and my master never once cared, he didn’t raise me to be his replacement, yet I yearned to be one

“Bluargh!!!” In the aftermath of her surprise ambush, Quon finds herself spatting blood as well internal holy damage in the mix

“Well, isn’t this quite amusing? Your attack did pose a threat. But what was the cost? Did you wonder about my response?”

Michael stood with but one functioning leg whereas the rest of his limbs were blown in the midst of her ambush. But such injuries he could easily recover from thanks to his angelic army, however in Quon’s case was beyond her control. As she stepped onto the range of Michael’s Virtue did, she realize the greatest flaw in her plan and that was the damage she’ll take

“Powers!!! Kill her!”

As Michael focuses on recovering, he orders a few of his minions to seal his enemy’s fate while a few guards him. The Death Knight quickly responds by charging forth upon sensing the near demise of its master and thrust its blade. The technique it displayed pushed the lucky few whereas unfortunate masses lie decease in its wake

“Master, can you walk?”

Although her physical condition was better in every possible way, the internal damage she took greatly weakened her so. The invading heavenly aura made by Michael’s charity made a powerful reaction which violently collides with her own. Not only was this attack harmful, but it was also unavoidable, and the worst part is that it drains her demonic energy which battles the opposing divinity

“Corpse swap!!!” Michael sends his army after the moment she uttered those words but upon the effect of her ability took an effect she didn’t vanish, and her army within her range changes

“Bind of darkness!!!” The ragged group of bones and armor was then replaced by the ghastly wraiths who unleash their cursed spells and bound anything in its vicinity

[System: Your undead minions have triggered an effect due to meeting a certain requirement!!!

Fiendish Spellcasters: 10+ undead spellcaster

10: Increases magic damage by 30%

15: Demonic energy regen by 25%

20: Casting rate – 40%

25: Undead spellcaster’s can use a singular spell all at once to create a Ritual spell which enhances, strengthen, and improve the spells overall capabilities]

The heavenly forces felt they’re very being bound, their visions obscured, the gray sky full of smoke and ashes from the war turned black as everything seemingly became shrouded in darkness. Michael poured his divinity to his subjects to nullify the restraints of the wraiths powerful curse, but it only allows them to move, and even their movement was slower. The legion of Powers starts to by changing their target from the Knight of Conquest to the Wraith’s responsible for the curse but the moment they close in they felt a sudden chill and their bodies incapable of moving from hearing their horrendous wailing

“Wrong move!!!” By the time the Powers could move they were simply annihilated from the face of the world with a bolt lodge in their skulls. “It looks like I’m the only one who ever studied the enemies background. A Wraith’s wailing can impair anything that hears the full blast of it shrieks. Why am I telling you this? Cuz, I know for sure you’d already know just from seeing it once”

The crossbow she wields suddenly shifts to a larger yet non automatic crossbow, the string was violently pulled back, and once fired the humungous bolt had a mind of its own. It flies to any angels impaired by the Wraith’s curse twisting and turning until everything in its wake was obliterated, as if the bolt longed for the bounded prey, as it fully takes shape the tip resembled that of a wolf. Ferocious for the hunt, relentless, bloody, and as its prey rest thinking their safe at last it pounces, ending the life of a prey and nurturing the ever-growing pack of the predator, an attribute somewhat similar to her weapon

[Crossbow of Conquest:

Mode: Relentless Wolf

• Pursuit: Fires a singular shot that hunts a target down and anything that shares a debuff, trait, or race as the first victim

• Call of the pack: Fires a singular shot that split into dozens of small bolts that inflicts damage over time with every strike

• Bloody fangs: Fires off a singular yet devastating shot, if the target was struck by the other skill shots this deals 50% more damage and when the enemy is below 25% of their health deals piercing damage and true critical damage]

As she slaughtered the angelic beings although she couldn’t bring them to her side due to their heavenly properties, but their deaths brought forth a surplus of demonic energy. The chaos she created by hunting down the troops of the Virtue of Charity not only gave him less of an option to be aggressive with his actions but a testament to his strategic ways. The rise of the demonic energy which the army of the dead gathered and offered to Quon which allowed for her immediate recovery as well as a ruse, a bait so obvious anyone would grow wary but she displayed it so to be a mistake rather than a plan

“To trick thy foe, one must first take a risk which may even cost their life. Wise words indeed. I could only fool you so if I gave you a taste of triumph. But that’s it, just a simple taste and not a full course meal,” She raised her hulking crossbow that even her small feeble body could barely wield and fires a bolt so deadly that it splits into hundreds of needles upon feeling the presence of their foe

“Protect the lord!!!” As Michael has yet to escape from the Wraith’s curse due to him focusing more on giving support to his troops, he realized the downfall of his choices as his soldiers ceases to exist

“Why isn’t this sight? A bloody path full of nothing but feathers, blood and flesh. Do it, you know it’s your only choice or would you allow me to keep my army even after the things I’ve done?”

The Knight of Conquest goaded him but it was ultimately up to him whether he’d do so and in that short time he responded. Michael use his Virtue and shared his divinity with the undead in his range but this time rather than walking away unscathed he spat blood. The Virtue he was granted was by far the greatest for his foe and deadliest to his enemies, but not many know that if his target refuses and he forces it, then utter backlash ensues

“This is but a mere flesh wound… its stupid of me to play by your game in the first place. I’ll just do what I’m best at,”

Michael was gravely injured in the process of subduing hundreds of undeads by sharing his divinity, but their deaths brought forth his saving grace. Just as Demonic energy seemingly manifest when killing anything opposing its divinity it also works for its foe. The Heavenly aura is making its way to his body, healing him whilst rejuvenating the power he had spent

“I won’t tolerate anymore of this nonsense!!!” In a flash the ground beneath The Knight of Conquest erupts from the unsheating of Michael’s sword

“This blade had slew thousands, split mountains, but most of all it united the people and wielded by no other than a King,”

This sword was a Sacred treasure foretold in myth, and came to be known as no more than epics, as who wields it is holy and just. The holy sword Excalibur, wielded by the unifier of old brittain, King Arthur Pendragon, and the leader of the round table. Quon felt her very body shaken in the face of that relic, not because she’s scared, but by the very wicked concept of that blade

’To think we’re the ones being called unjust and cruel, these damn hypocrites are as obssessed with power like us demons. That horrendous relic may look brilliant at first glance but its no more than an amalgamation of souls, unification my ass, its just a soul weapon through and through. But what pisses me off is that I can feel the souls of all the angels I’ve killed, it seems that even killing them had no meaning,’

The Knight of Conquest made it out unharmed by the Virtue of Charity’s last attack with the aide of her crossbow. Her form took a sudden change upon feeling the imminent threat a power within burst forth and merges with her flesh. The resulting transformation turned her to a humanoid wolf adepth in hunting ang agility to reached for its prey

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