Book 4: Chapter 73: Death Comes For You


    <strong>Scarlet</strong>


    The battle proves to be harder than any other battle Ive done before since I cant use any of my blood magic skills that directly target the opponents blood, leaving me significantly handicapped in this battle. But thanks to Blood Regeneration I manage to hang on even as I ughter thousands upon thousands of demons, taking who knows how many hits from them.


    Fortunately my armor holds out and doesnt take more than a scratch from any demon beneath ss IV with a level at least in the middle of ss IV. And those scratches it heals right away. The attacks end up doing more damage to me than my armor, not that theyre doing much to me either.


    On the other hand, the attacks from the demons closer to the peak of ss IV deal a lot more damage to both me and my armor, making me asionally repair my armor manually through the higher rarity version of Repair meant for magical equipment.


    It helps that none of the demons are currently sane that are attacking me. Assuming theyre even alive in the first ce.


    So they arent using any martial arts or any sort of strategy. Theyre just going at me like berserkers. Like a swarm of zombies. Quite possibly literally.


    Its hard to tell what they are now though since their identify hasnt changed.


    I continue fighting for hours upon hours, the battle seemingly never ending just like the lunatics cackling. And over time I begin to build up some levels, bringing me above level 900 finally. But I also find it a lot harder tost since I dont have my blood magic skills affecting their blood, making Sanguine Effect almost useless in this fight. A skill that has be a major part of my fighting style.


    And Blood Thirst reached its unspecified cap on stacks long ago, making me no longer gaining any more mana from it.


    Gradually my advantage decreases and I find myself panting in exhaustion, using one of myst mana potions that Id brought along with me at Amelias insistence. Something Im very thankful for now.


    <strong>Scarlet </strong>Tar mutters, sounding a little desperate but not saying more.


    I know.


    Their numbers have been reduced by around half by now, so I think its time.


    <strong>Be careful, </strong>he says, more than a little worry in his voice now. But also confidence. Like he knows Ill pull through somehow.


    My pride res as I re up at the undead kitsune stillughing his ass off in the sky.


    Then I use Blood of Ruin, making the usual orbs and lines of blood appear all around the area filling up the entire closed off section that the undead kitsune made. But unsurprisingly, the undead kitsune justughs even harder as some of the lines straight up break aftering into contact with him, proving that hes too powerful for me to touch even with Blood of Ruin.


    I grit my teeth at the sight, but I didnt expect it to do anything to him anyways.


    The other demons all around us though, they immediately begin dropping like flies to Blood of Ruin before it even finishes. And when it does finish, flooding the area with Blood of Ruin in a massive wave, almost everyst remaining demon is turned to glowing red ash.


    I drop to my knees before pulling out another potion and downing it as well, only to cough out a mouthful of blood.


    You used too many pooootioooons! the annoying lunatic says in a singsong voice, but I ignore him as I feel my mana restoring to about halfway full.


    <strong>Scarlet </strong>Tar mutters, sounding even more worried now than before.


    Im sorry. I know that if you use too many potions back to back itll lead to some bacsh on your body. But with him still here and Gramps not, I dont have much of a choice.


    Without caring about the blood Im coughing out or the wave of System Messages shing at the back of my mind, I climb back to my feet, my quadrupedal transformation reversing out of nowhere, leaving me standing in my lycan form again. Probably as part of my bacsh.


    By now my armor is in tatters, so I repair it once more, feeling a sh of pain from the use of mana while under bacsh. But I ignore that too while quickly finishing off thest of the demons attacking me.


    Then I turn all of my focus back on the lunatic, who is stillughing, not having stopped even once throughout the entire time.


    Which is why when he finally stopsughing and focuses all of his attention on me, dead eyes meeting mine in the process, I feel a major chill run down my spine.


    I think Ive had enough fun watching, he says, his voice echoing eerily throughout the closed off area surrounded by walls of death magic. How about I join in on the fun now?


    Without warning, the man vanishes from his ce, a massive wave of miasma filling the entire area and making my coughing fit grow even worse than it already was. Then I feel a sh of pain from my side, making me cry out. Something that hasnt happened in a long time thanks to Pain Diffusion.


    But for some reason the pain of this wound is so bad its like I feel it deep down in my soul.


    Tar actually appears around me, making my eyes widen in fear for his life, only for him to fearfully mutter, Hes attacking your reality. Your soul.


    My eyes widen even more at that, but to my surprise, Tar suddenly vanishes and his voice leaves as well, leaving me all alone in the darkness of the miasma.


    One, two, the mans voice echoes through the darkness, following which I feel another sh of pain from my right arm near my elbow that has me crying out again while dropping to one knee. Deathes for you.