Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 12: Loyalty, Part 3
Crow stood up from his kneeling position with his eyes staring sharply ahead. The successive attacks he had just received left his robe and mask gone. His long sleeved shirt also disappeared, revealing his pale-colored muscular stomach just like his entire skin. His pants are also tattered, fortunately Crow had strengthened his pants with mana before his fate caught up with his shirt.
Now that the masks and robes that had been constantly hiding his appearance were gone, no one else could hide his form from the sight of anyone who saw.
His long grey hair—whose front part is the middle to perfect the two cheeks—lambaian blown by the wind. Crow handsome face—perfect mix between feminine and masculine. If it were not for his sharp vertically black pupils (also fangs peering between his lips), surely no one would have thought twice about praising his face.
Contrary to Neix's assumption that Crow was the subject of the experiment, Crow was not the subject of the experiment at all. Indeed, he had existed in that experimental space earlier than Neix. However, it was only to establish a situation where Neix did not doubt his origin. Crow was never the subject of experiments. The proof is that the number one is clearly written just above the diaphragms.
Yes, Crow is actually the owner of the first seat in the Moon Temple. Not Valeria. Valeria was only filling that position for a while until he returned. It was true that Valeria was indeed strong, but when the runes that formed the number 1 in her diaphragm disappeared, Crow would be even stronger than Vermyna. At least, Vermyna Hermythys. Crow, even with his full strength, did not think he had a chance just to scratch Vermyna Hellvarossa.
“Your strength is indeed not exaggerated, Saint Marcus.” Crow stopped a dozen meters in front of the saint. “Therefore, I will seriously face you—but not seriously enough to unleash all my strength.”
“Oh, arrogance starts to envelop your head after you survived my attack?” Marcus shook his head slowly, pulling his sword that stuck on the ground. “I'll return you to your rotten place!”
Marcus disappeared in a blinding flash of light, and was immediately before Crow with a sword swinging sharply. The great sword was undoubtedly extremely heavy, but Marcus could move it easily with just one hand. It clearly showed the saint's physical strength was not to be underestimated.
Despite that, Crow only raised his right arm to block the swing of the greatsword.
The sword was unable to cut off Crow's arm, but Crow was also unable to withstand the power of the sword swing perfectly. In addition to the air shock that the swing of the sword caused, Crow's legs were made to be dragged several meters. Crow can now confirm that Marcus is slightly weaker than Valeria. It will be interesting to see their fight.
Unfortunately, Marcus will not live to see tomorrow; that fight will never happen.
Following that sentence, Crow enveloped his body with a blackish-red lightning and condensed Marcus' sword.
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Marcus did not reveal an expression of shock as his greatsword was thrown from his hand. He thought nothing of it; he had no time to comment on what Crow had just done. Both of his hands had crossed over to block Crow's kick. He was dragged a few steps, and Crow once again lifted his leg trying to smash his collarbone.
Marcus blocked that sideways kick with his left arm, and at the same time his chest puffed up—a light green magic circle had been created in front of his mouth: “Wind Magic: Dragon Breath!”
Like a high-level fire magic user who could spout fire like a dragon did, Marcus spouted a high-pressure wind from his mouth. The wind moved like a burst of fire: its hoists widened and its ends swayed like a tsunami. The difference was, Marcus's wind burst rate was faster than any dragon flame burst. As a result, the destructive power caused is greater and more obvious, the range is even further.
Crow bounced away from him, dragged in the destruction that his wind magic spell caused. Fortunately, the soldiers had already moved away from the area of his fight with Crow; marcus no longer lost his soldiers in vain as his past attacks had caused.
Not wanting to let his enemy a chance to breathe a sigh of relief, a thousand invisible wind swords appeared on the saint's left right. At the same time as that, a large-sized light green magic circle manifested above his head. A gigantic wind spear with its sharp spinning tip came out slowly from the magic circle.
However, none of those attacks managed to hit the target. A barrage of dusky red lightning lasers bombarded every wind sword Marcus was slashing. Meanwhile, a lightning spear that was as large as the wind spear of the saint clashed between the commotion that the lightning laser and the wind sword caused. The pressure difference between the two different elements suddenly produced a thunderous explosion.
Marcus had no time to wait for the effects of the explosion to go away. His instincts screamed sharply, and spontaneously he threw his body into the air. Crow cut through the empty air with a sweep of his hand; marcus had thinly avoided Crow's unexpected attack. Marcus doesn't expect the vampire to teleport.
“Earth Manipulation Magic: Isolation Cocoon!”
Marcus tried to lock Crow in a cocoon of dirt. No, it wasn't an attempt to stop the vampire. However, it was more an attempt to get the vampire to teleport behind him—and Marcus succeeded! The saint immediately unleashed the Great Wind Explosion.
Crow bounced strong. Marcus immediately seized the opportunity to dart into the air with his pair of wind wings. However, what greeted him was a barrage of lightning strikes that descended from the dark clouds that had been clustered here for some time.
“Lightning Magic: Fall Down!” The cry pierced into Marcus' ear, and the cloud shed a blackish-red thunderbolt like water spilled from a flipped basin. The difference was, the quantity of lightning was much greater. In comparison, it was like a lake lifted into the air and then reversed its direction.
Buuuuum!
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Crow let out a long breath, standing looking at his strongest [Lightning Magic] spell. Of course [Lightning Magic] is not the main magic. However, Crow was confident he would make the user of [Black Lightning] look up to his respect for lightning. Although black lightning was clearly superior, but the lightning was not too far behind the lightning. The spell can even melt adamantite easily—assume that adamantite is not amplified [Rune Magic].
“...Spell it has pissed me off.” Crow narrowed his eyes hearing that sentence. He could see the silhouette of Marcus walking out of the puff of smoke that his spell caused. “That's the hottest lightning I've ever received. If it wasn't for [Translocation Magic], even myself wouldn't have come out in good shape.”
“...That's troublesome magic,” Crow said with a serious expression. “And it answered why you are so strong despite only using [Light Magic], [Wind Magic], [Space Magic], and [Earth Manipulation Magic]. Apparently you also followed a special ritual that the routine Emiliel Holy Kingdom did. With [Translocation Magic], hurting you is theoretically impossible. If you do not have time to move your body to avoid attacks, you only need to move the attack yourself.”
“I've shown you all my magic, while I've just seen your lightning and teleportation magic.” Marcus who was without the slightest wound stopped nearly twenty meters in front of Crow. “Do you think that's enough to beat me?”
Crow took a deep breath, taking it off slowly. “I must destroy you before you can use [Translocation Magic], or, I must trap you in an anti-teleportation barrier. If not, it's impossible to hurt you. And, you're strong enough not to rely on that magic. All right, I'm pulling back my words.”
The number 1 in Crow's diaphragm glowed slightly, before then fading away perfectly. And instantly, the amount of mana flowing within his body had grown to more than double the amount originally. “You are the first saint who will die facing Miss Vermyna's strongest subordinate, Crow Lucardia,” Crow said with slightly glittering eyes.
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To help visualize Crow, please see google: “Sephiroth Final Fantasy VII”. His eyes replaced with vampire eyes. His height shortens two centi. And you guys got Crow.