A massive blast of black and red sparks filled the room before a black shield formed, stopping Vincent's advance; staggering back as he spun the spear and took several steps to regain his balance.
"Hah... fuck these guys."
His face looked displeased with this ending; the spear in his hand trembled to cause his hand to feel numb. He just hoped that Raizel didn't get hurt because she wouldn't respond no matter how much he called after colliding with this stupid book.
'Ah, there just had to be a fucking shield.'
"Urrr....."
"Arrr...."
Behind him, several zombies were drawn by the loud sound and began to shuffle towards him; sadly, the priest started to stand up, clutching the silver rod, which looked more like a deadly mace, as he began to pace towards him.
Vincent's body began to burn with his purple flames while he kept moving, leaning to the side to avoid a grabbing swipe from a zombie to his left; using this momentum, he swung his spear clockwise with a sweep along the floor, crashing into several zombies and knocking them onto the ground with a thud.
He dashed towards a distant coffin with the lid sealed and hopped onto the top; when he swirled around, the priest stood in the centre, the black mist still flowing around his body and the book and began to penetrate the bodies of the zombies which started to move faster than before, with more responsiveness.
"Intruder, these are the tombs of the truest god ever to exist."
"If you renounce your connection to life and embrace death..."
"You can join us...." The priest moaned with an extended voice.
"Hah! Fuck off, I don't plan to die just yet!" Vincent said in reply with his confident booming voice.
He lowered his body and placed the spear over his head, ready to stab downwards. His left hand pushed forward; the bubbling anima began to swirl around his left hand, forming a vortex of purple flames enveloping his finger that pointed towards the shambling corpses.
"Let me show you the path to embrace death!"
"Blasphemy! Rip his body apart! Devour his flesh!" Shouted the priest as the black light grew thicker and poured into each zombie's body.
Swiftly, the burning purple flame condensed into a fire that hovered on his fingertip. The heat caused the air to sizzle, drying the water in the air while its power began to split the ground apart with deep cracks.
"Sorry, I want you to say hello to my Anima flare!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the purple fire exploded forwards like an avalanche of flames that covered the entire room before condensing into a small purple ball beside the priest that began to sneer, "hahaha, what is that? Anima flare, what a jo...."
A tsunami of flames filled the room, formed as the small ball detonated like a bomb, blowing the entire room into chaos, the coffins shattered into dust from the massive pressure of the blast, and corpses incinerated into ashes from the heat and collapsed.
Its radiant flames crashed against the priest's barrier each time it slammed into the wall with piercing roars. The border cracked a bit more as the priest's body shot backwards into the wall with a loud smash.
"Ugh!"
The corpse priest struggled to get out of the wall as the black mist only blocked physical and magical attacks but not accidental damage from falling or hitting a wall, as the raging flames began to die down to reveal a room now charred black with little to no remains.
'It's now!"
Vincent's body shot forward, holding his spear without any flames, now under his arm, while he dashed towards the dazed priest.
A glint of red shone from the tip of his spear before he began to lunge countless piercing strikes towards the priest's face, neck and chest; his arms tensed as his right arm shot out rapidly before pulling back the spear by using the momentum from the black mist's rebound effect, each blow cracking the barrier more as his left hand began to smash down like a hammer onto the cracked surface.
While under this brutal assault, the corpse priest could only shudder back, falling into the man-shaped hole in the wall, this collateral seven-foot monster now attacking him like an enraged beast!
"Gaha!"
The sound of shattering glass filled the wasted room; Vincent reached inside with his left hand, more than double the size of the priest's and tore his arm right off with a loud sloshing noise. A red spear pierced the corpse priest through the neck before Vincent spun in a full circle in a rapid movement that caused the spear to decapitate the corpse.
"Sorry, not leaving any chances."
Vincent walked towards the exit door that began to open with a loud sound of dragging stones and humming metal gears. His body became enveloped in flames as each step he took burned this small crypt more and more until it became a world of purifying flames that wiped out all the undead.
His steps were slow, and although his form no longer drained mana. His body felt a slight sense of fatigue.
Suddenly, a rush of power and refreshing sensation poured into his body. 'I levelled up!?' He realised that he had never opened the system screen for the longest time, almost forgetting about it as he became lost in his lust and daily life.
Now that he had accepted his role and wanted to fight against this fate, he thought it best to manage it properly. Otherwise, he might die like an idiot one day.
Killed Chalron - Priest of The Damned! Level 27 | Gained 15,000 experience!
Summoner Lv. 15 -> Lv.16 Exp: 5,000/16,000
Strength:41
Stamina:32
Wisdom:35
Intellect:39
Charisma: --
Once he finished levelling, the sensation of gaining power was immense. He wondered why his status grew so much because he didn't earn this much for sure, "Meiya, why are my attributes so much higher for only three levels?"
[Felia fought several battles since you split. She levelled a total of 5 times, and it is now level 14]
He felt stunned. When did she level? Why was there no intense pain like usual? 'Why didn't I feel pain or know this happened?' He should have known?!
[Vincent, that damage only affects people with stamina below 30. Once you surpassed that value, it became worthless. Now it's like a small pebble hitting a steel door.]
[You didn't get the messages because you turned them off and never requested to see them...]
"Ugh... Hit me where it hurts. Okay, I've been lazy, stupid and a moron for too long. What could I do, sex was just too amazing, and I wanted to taste more women! Even now, I desire to do so...!"
[Let's make sure you devour the sin of lust next, then you can control it no matter if the empress of succubi sat on your face, you would cut her down like a piece of rotten meat.]
Vincent felt she made sense, although this girl seemed to like that position. Maybe she was a perverted girl and wanted to do this in the future. He didn't pursue it and continued forward; since there was no look in the room, he torched it.
His steps were slow, and the dungeon changed instantly, now seeming to be some underground area, countless cells beside him with skeletons and bloodstains. 'This must be the basement, huh? What a foul place... Zombies, now torture?'
In the distance, he could hear screams from a male that sounded like he felt agony, followed by the snap of a whip hitting flesh several times, and his trembling voice shrieked for help.
"What's going on? There isn't anyone else here... Is this some dungeon event?"
Vincent wasn't sure. However, something irked him; somehow inside, his mind became quiet, with only constant heavy breathing being transmitted, like a woman panting voice, but also a little distorted and wrong at the same time.
"Well, I am sure I will know when I get to the bottom of this place; it doesn't seem to be a big dungeon. I think the rumours were four floors?"
'I wonder why the voice stopped, yet the presence still seems to reach out for me...'
- Deep inside the dungeon depths.
A loud wet noise rang out from the room, now empty, no longer filled with corpses and dead monsters; a small girl with beautiful scaled flesh and horns sat watching a thin screen that showed a man with dark red hair, three horns and feathered ears fighting the undead.
"Ahh..... Brother... Your flames looked so good~ Haa..... Ahn~ Yes, it's the book. Fight... Mmmn!"
Her long black hair draped over the makeshift throne she created while her right hand rapidly stroked the soft, squishy flesh between her legs and lifted onto either side arm of her throne, spreading the neat slit open. Her loud sounds resounded in the small throneroom as she pleased herself with the image of Vincent fighting.
"Brother~ when will you come and defeat me!?"
This poor girl was never taught how to act, unlike many other daemon royals tossed aside only with the pictures and information about her brother, which twisted her into an obsessive girl with physical power that exceeds all other daemon royals.
"Hah..... I wonder if brother... Will like the fun scenes and games I prepared for him...Mmmn...!"
Nobody knew what this girl thought or why she acted like this. However, the sound of water sloshing around would fill this dungeon until her brother finally managed to reach her floor.
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