Chapter 203: [203] From Above

Azarath looked awfully proud of himself after summoning the gate.

Because he knew just how dangerous it was. What he had just summoned was worse than a fiend, it was a portal to the dark dimension, the realm of demons.

It was a high grade spell among the undead, one that needed the [death] affinity to summon.

Since the invitation had been given, it was only natural that a demon would heed his call.

Out of the gate came a fiend the size of a building.

The demon was a horrid thing, possessing no skin, its veins and nerves were exposed for everyone to see.

Clearly, it had no sense of aesthetic flair, as it was beyond hideous.

Its eyes were yellow, with a crimson iris, and in its hand was a large, demonic hammer covered with thorns.

Skreeeee!

It let out a deafening howl, sound waves erupting from its mouth. All six eyes locked on Eliron.

A Hell Fiend.

The major problem with this type of demon was its special skill, necro’s touch. If the demon was to touch you, then that part of your body would slowly die until it withered away.”

“Go on, have your fun.” Azarath commanded the demon. “I’ll have mine.”

Multiple red orbs appeared around him, the pits of blood growing in size.

’Another SSS Spell huh?’

As expected of a vampire that had lived so long.

Swooosh!

The demon barreled towards Eliron, swinging its battle hammer with bone crushing force.

Eliron intercepted the hammer with his staff, the hammer bouncing right off it with a clang.

Then he immediately twisted his head to the side as a blood spear rushed past him, leaving a shallow injury on his cheek.

Steam fizzled out of the wound. “Acid spears huh?”

Eliron stared up at Azarath to see a thousand of such spears speeding towards him in a rain of destruction.

’He is trying to counter spatial manipulation.’

While spatial manipulation was perfect against large scale attacks, it was a different thing when it came to multiple attacks.

’Illusions wouldn’t work as well…’

Deceiving a vampire’s eyes was already a difficult task, but deceiving a vampire who was also a grand mage was an even bigger issue.

“I guess there is only one option left…”

The hell fiend raised its hammer and the hammer head swole up, doubling in size. His reflection gleamed in its crimson eyes as Eliron suddenly appeared in front of it, placing his hands on its shoulder.

“Tag.” He cocked his head to the side. “Your’re it.”

The demon grunted in confused manner. Just before bringing the hammer down.

Swooowh!

Eliron appeared a few feet away from it, the hammer cutting past his face. His wings unfurled, and then nose dived towards the empty town.

“Catch him! Don’t let him escape!” Azarath barked orders to the demon. The demon grunted and then raced after Eliron.

Boom—Boom—Bang!

Eliron was speeding through the ghost town, the cloud bathed in a sea of blood that rained down after him.

He twisted his wings to dive to the right as a blood spear nearly impaled his head, rose up as a sea of spikes followed him, then did a dangerous manoeuvre at a turn, causing all the spikes to crash into a building, shattering it.

Eliron then rose up, about to return to the skies when the hell fiend appears right in front of him.

Booom!

The hammer slammed right into his staff, sending Eliron crashing down. His body slammed into the roof of a building, just before he tore into it.

The fiend raised its hammer, the hammer head expanded, becoming big enough to crush the entire house whole.

As the demon brought the hammer down, the new wave of blood spears were rushing down to melt everything to a puddle of steaming blood.

Booom!

The house was leveled in an instant. Glass flew out of the sides of the building as window planes caved.

Iron was bent into a wiry mess, concrete reduced to sand and wood to splinters.

The demon raised the hammer once more. The weapon was coated in demonic energy as it brought it down with a deafening force.

BANG!

The floor cracked, a crater appearing where the house should had been.

But underneath the hammer, Eliron was standing upright, one hand keeping the hammer in place while the other held his staff.

His clothes had been burned away, exposing his muscular build, and burn marks were visible on his skin.

“Not bad.” He smiled at the demon.

His hand was not in direct contact with the hammer, [Wind Spirit’s Aura] was actively creating a demarcation between them.

Eliron’s staff vanished, and he smoothly unsheathed out his sword—

Swish!

Before the demon could realise what was happening, its hand was floating through the air.

SKREEEEEEEEE!

Elrion’s wings spread out, unleashing a large gust of wind as he catapulted himself into the air.

He grabbed the large arm and hurled it right at the blood rain, carving a path for himself to Azarath.

His wings tucked closely to his sides as he accelerated, his staff pointed forward.

Azarath was also mid-chant, second away from launching his spell, then suddenly

Eliron diverted, cutting past him.

“What the hell is he—” Azarath’s eyes widened as he saw the demon flying towards him, seemingly after Eliron.

But there was something strange about the demon. Its shoulder, the point where Eliron had tapped it earlier….

It was glowing.

“Don’t tell me…”

Snap!

Eliron smirked, snapping his finger as the demon got right into position.

“Damn you, Elven lor— KAKBOOOM!”

[SSSR Skill — Hell Fire Mine]

The demon erupted in an explosion that consumed both Azarath and the gate whole, burning up all that was left of the blood spears in the resounding explosion.

Eliron then pointed his finger at the direction he expected the gate to be, one eye closed to steady his aim as he unleashed a powerful burst of lightning.

KAKBOOOM!

There was a metallic groan as the lightning cut through the smoke and pounded into the gate.

The lighting brightened up Eliron’s blue eyes, the lightning twisting and turning as it raced into the haze, scorching the gate.

After some time, Eliron finally stopped the bombardment, taking in a long, tired breath.

’Maybe that was too many spells…’

He was finally feeling the effects of his large scale attacks. Thankfully, that should have been enough to destroy the gate.

Due to the level of the spell, Azarath likely could not summon it more than once a day—

Swish!

Suddenly, black spiky tentacles rushed out of the smoke, wrapping themselves around Eliron and digging into his skin.

Badump—

Eliron suddenly felt weakness flood his body, his heartbeat slowing down into a crawl.

“Poison?”

With a wave of his hand, Azarath cleared the smoke. He was standing next to the gate, which besides Eliron’s bombardment looked as good as new.

Azarath’s scorched skin and broken body was healing, albeit a little slower this time.

“How pointless.” He spat, annoyance creeping into his voice.

“The gates of sheol is an incarnation of death. It can’t be destroyed by regular spells.”

“How many times have I killed you now?” Eliorn asked with a cheeky smirk on his face, ignoring the grand mage.

Azarath’s face darkened. “You must really find this amusing, Elven lord. What does it matter how many times you kill an immortal man?”

“You should be more concerned about yourself. The poison of the Tamak demon works fast…”

Eyes suddenly burst open all over the tentacles. Eliron’s face began to turn purple. “In a few seconds, there will be nothing left of your but a pile of—”

“Actually…” Eliron interrupted him.

The purple colouration immediately vanished. “I’m immune.”

Of course there was an SSSR skill for that…

Azarath smiled coldly as the tentacles began to constrict. “Then are you immune to strangulation?”

Eliron shook his head. “Nope. But there’s a whole lot of necks to strangle…”

“What are you talking about—” Azarath suddenly turned around, his eyes wide.

All around him were over a dozen Eliron’s, each one pointing their staff around him.

“So what do you think old man? Neat trick huh?” They all asked in unison.

“When did you—how?” Azarath’s hands tightened into fists.

“Tsk! It doesn’t matter, do you think I will not be able to see through your petty illusions?!”

His eyes glowed red as he stared at the Eliron in his grasp. “You are the real one, all I have to do is kill you and the others will—”

He paused when he realised that Eliron was no longer talking. All he had was a plain smile on his face as he watched Azarath babble.

Azarath swallowed. “Don’t tell me…”

Eliron smiled. “It seems like you have figured it out.”

“Shall we make the deaths three?”

The grand mage stared up at the stormy skies above, his eyes widening in shock as his vampiric vision cut through the distance, finding a tenebrous visage hanging in the air.

A thousand meters away from them, nestled in the embrace of the storm, Eliron raised his fingers to the clouds.

As though celestia itself were answering his call, the clouds gave out its lighting, a thunderous blast crashing into his finger tips and sparking with frightening energy.

Eliron felt the weight of the spell push him down, lightning coursing through his body as he struggled to keep it upright, a tingling sound ringing in his ears…

Just as a large white sword, several meters long appeared, floating just above his hand.

His eyes glowed white, electric mana tracing patterns down his cheeks.

[Sword Of Ares…]

And then everything in his path was put asunder.

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