Chapter 132 Chapter 132: Stigmata Will—Adam
Chapter 132: Stigmata Will—Adam
The power emanating from that man was strange. The Bloodfiend Lord would never forget the feeling of being utterly crushed by absolute power—that sense of helplessness, a taste he had experienced only a handful of times throughout his long life.
"Relationship? You're just talking to yourself."
FrostNova frowned and coldly snorted.
It was all so vague and confusing. Who knew who the man he was referring to actually was?
"Logos, let's go together."
"Alright."
The banshee dressed in black and gold-trimmed garments agreed. Although she was also a Lord of the Royal Court, she was still young and naturally could not match a true ancient like the Bloodfiend Lord.
Having a powerful companion to assist was naturally best. FrostNova's strength was formidable; whether in arts or her elusive sword techniques, any single aspect of her power was enough to rival that of an elite operator.
Even far surpass it.
"Banshee, we meet again. You're always like this, blocking my path time and time again. But you won't always have such good luck."
The Bloodfiend Lord, having his conversation interrupted, was in a foul mood. This wasn't the first time she had stood in his way.
"Bloodfiend, your words are still filled with fallacies. Relying on luck alone cannot allow someone to escape from the hands of a Lord of the Royal Court multiple times."
"Just like yourself, relying on luck alone could not have allowed you to survive Kevin's sword. Otherwise, we wouldn't have the opportunity to stop you like we do today."
Scout, having spent some time with W, had grown sharper with his words, even knowing how to strike at an enemy's weak spot.
Merely mentioning that man's codename caused the Bloodfiend Lord's breathing to become heavy.
"Hah, at least he's not here now."
That was the only thing worth being thankful for. Although the Bloodfiend Lord didn't know why Kevin had left Babel, that was the reality.
"Kevin? Teacher?"
FrostNova was puzzled. So he was referring to her teacher?
"You're his student? I see. I wonder how much of his skill you've learned?"
A look of realization appeared on the Bloodfiend Lord's face, and the confusion in his heart was finally resolved.
"Fine then. Since I can't find him, I'll start by collecting some interest from you, little Amiya."
If it had been him, that earlier sword strike wouldn't have just hit his shield so simply, would it? He probably would have been cleaved in two? The kind that couldn't be put back together.
His target instantly became clear. He stretched out his hand, and behind him, dense clusters of thick, fleshy tentacles bloomed from a disgusting blood sphere. The tips of the tentacles even grew terrifying large mouths.
Fangs lined their edges, and foul-smelling mucus dripped onto the ground, leaving disgusting trails.
The Bloodfiend's notorious reputation was sometimes not just a matter of exaggeration. At least most works documenting Bloodfiends were realistic. That's why within Rhodes Island, one generally didn't see Closure or Warfarin defending or justifying their race.
Because they knew that the vast majority of Bloodfiends were exactly as described in the records.
"Be careful."
A white bone pen appeared in her hand, and golden patterns rippled on her robes. Ancient runes constructed arts that shot out like scattered blossoms toward the surging tentacles.
"Of course."
FrostNova did not recklessly advance. She raised her palm, and a frigid surge erupted! Successfully slowing the spread speed of that large expanse of blood pool.
Leaning back to dodge a tentacle's thrust, her slender waist displayed astonishing flexibility at that moment. An ice blade swept upward from below, easily severing that tentacle.
Jumping, sprinting, spinning mid-air—even as the Bloodfiend's creations grew more numerous, she always managed to dodge attacks in various incredible postures. Sometimes she even found time to retaliate with a slash, like a dancer at the pinnacle of skill.
"For your age to achieve this, you can already be proud. But it's not enough."
He cupped a handful of blood, letting it trickle through his fingers. Boom!
Amidst a rumbling sound, the blood domain grew unbelievably. A conspicuous blood line carved a deep mark on the ground. A blood curtain descended, actually separating FrostNova and Logos.
"I've suddenly changed my mind. Your Rhodes Island's deployment, the commander's plans—leave those to others. As for me..."
So fast!
Clang! The cold, hard ice blade scraped against a sharp fingernail, producing dazzling sparks.
"Chaotic Hundred Blossoms [Iris]!"
The blade edge blossomed, even forcing the Bloodfiend Lord who had appeared behind her to frown and slightly retreat. A giant hand formed from blood pressed down!
Thud!
Freeze, shatter!
Her movements were incredibly clean and efficient. The blade danced like a butterfly through flowers, shredding the giant hand.
"Hmph."
The Bloodfiend Lord, now fighting seriously, snorted coldly.
FrostNova only felt all the blood in her body begin to boil, almost bursting out of her skin in a frantic rush.
But before she could react, the Stigmata on her back emitted an even more domineering aura that expelled that strange sensation.
"As expected, this method doesn't work on you either."
The Bloodfiend Lord wasn't surprised because this technique didn't work on Kevin either. Even though their Bloodfiend race were supposed to be experts in controlling blood.
No matter. This distance is enough.
He extended both hands, his sharp blood-forged nails once again reaching for FrostNova's vital points through the biting cold wind.
Ssssh! The ice blade pierced through the Bloodfiend Lord's heart. FrostNova's pupils slightly dilated; she hadn't expected this strike to succeed originally.
Something's wrong!
The Bloodfiend Lord's figure didn't falter from this "fatal wound"; instead, it became faster. At this position, FrostNova no longer had room to maneuver.
Just as those crimson Bloodfiend tentacles were about to pierce her heart and skull,
She decisively snapped the ice blade in half, using the remaining half to protect her head. But against the strike aimed at her heart, she had no means left to defend!
"FrostNova!"
"Not good!"
Logos and Amiya unleashed their arts but were ultimately entangled tightly by that swarm of creations, unable to come to her aid!
A dead end! An absolute dead end!
She had no strength left. A brilliant life was about to vanish like melting snow.
Even the Bloodfiend Lord thought so!
But at this moment, a certain existence behind her clearly did not allow such an outcome to occur.
The Stigmata erupted with unprecedented radiance. A somewhat illusory figure materialized behind her.
It brushed aside the Bloodfiend tentacles as if plucking flowers.
In contrast, the Bloodfiend Lord was sent flying backward like a meteor.
As
the figure's face and attire gradually became clear, for the Bloodfiend Lord, it was absolute! A true nightmare!
"Kevin?!"
His voice was filled with extreme terror!! The deeply buried fear within his heart surged forth like a geyser, spreading to every corner of his entire being.
"Kevin? No. I am the sum of all recorded wills, also the administrator of the Stigmata space."
Surprisingly,
upon hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar address, it shook its head and then explained as if introducing itself:
"Codename: Terminal Coordinator 0018. You may call me Adam."
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