Chapter 116: Symphony of destruction 5
Level 27! The parasite held his ground against the two enemies, each with six to seven swords, and from the sides, the other two shot bullets and magical projectiles constantly.
Their minds controlled machine parts that they used to attack too, and with their development in fusing soul with machines, each of them had four types of magic that they could use; however, Perses’s armor was even stronger than any attack they could make.
"Level 35 and I will be out..." He was furious because of the way things had gone; his lost resources could take millions of years to regain, and the Hakh empire didn’t look like it would let him roam around the universe.
His mind’s focus was mostly on absorbing more of his powers, he didn’t need to attack, even he was able to kill one of them, the rest would became enraged, cuasing more destruction the planet.
His blade blocked two swords, and swinging to the side, a spear hit the center of it, causing him to take a step back, while diamond bullets hit his armor constantly; his magic had turned into a crusher magic, and barely any physical attack could even scratch its surface.
Elves were not in hurry, all four were the highest commanders in their own division, controling galaxies at will, the target had no chance of hurting one of them, their highest priority was to stop him from getting his powers back, killing him seemed like a hard task at the moment, no one expected to their enemy with pure magic suddenly comes back to life.
Dealing with the pure magic was the hardest type of fight because it could almost counter any attack, use any weakness to its advantage, and still have more tricks up its sleeve. In the whole history of the galaxy, Perses was the only person born with pure magic, as if the magic itself chose him as its champion.
Level 29! Flashes of light came from their blades clashing, he constantly changed his magic form, after so long in researching magic, he didn’t to even think about what he wanted to do, his magic would simply just listen to his demands. Plus, with his own experience in battle, he could still defend himself in a messy situation.
"That’s all that you come up with after so long? Disappointing!" Mace came from the side to crush his head; faced with his blade, its head broke into many smaller pieces.
Their leader continued their back and forth, "This planet will be destroyed in minutes. What can you do except run when the time comes?"
"Its called retreating!" His shields became even stronger, Even magical projectiles couldn’t land on him anymore. "I will return for your race once more, elf; maybe this time I will let some of you live again to entertain me."
"You are only a shadow of your past."
"Then why can’t you kill me? All of this just to stop me from leveling up."
Energy beams were only minutes away from reaching the core of the planet; afterwards, nothing could remain out of it.
For less than a second, Perses sensed a beat inside of his body, a pulse so weak that most people wouldn’t mind it even; the problem was it was too well hidden for it to be something irrelevant.
His chain of thought was broken as a sword pierced through the armor on his shoulder, finally cutting his skin and flesh. He pushed back on the attack with moveing back, the blade still remained in his body, he took it out as more strikes came from all sides.
"That blade had anti healing!" With no way to heal his wound in an instant, the enemies took the wound to their advantage, attacking constantly with piercing magic to ignore his armor.
Level 32! His thoughts were messy; too many things were happening at the same time. "I should get the hell out; the risk is not worth it." Before he could prepare for his departure, the sudden pulse returned.
Going throughout his own body, everything seemed normal! "Is it hallucination because of my revival?" He shook his head; it could stay for later. Cracking the ground the ground open with his sword, a portal opened on the ground.
"Caught, cough..." Blood came up from his throat; his eyes and ears were bleeding too. The elves seemed to not know what is going on.
Blood dropped from his armor to the ground; too fascinated to do anything, all of them watched in silence as a puddle of blood started to grow. At first, it changed into a white liquid, mixing shape and bones, as the figure grew more and more; Perses finally understood what was going on.
"Blood angel, you used my own tactic against me!" He started to laugh; all this time he had acted as if he had no plan, but from the beginning his plan was not to survive but to be reborn.
Dark hands came to being around the growing human; Perses could sense the noble devil that had supported him on earth; he had secured a way to get back to earth too.
"I will come after each one of you... This world shall dance to my symphony once more." With that, the portal consumed him, leaving the elves with the child.
The child still grew on a physical level, but his eyes showed that he knew very well what was going on. He raised an eyebrow toward the elves, bowing as a form of gratitude. Their leader had sensed his presence inside of the parasite’s body but had decided to let his plan flow by.
"We are now even human." Their leader’s voice echoed from behind his mask.
The blood angel said with a dry tone: "We never were in dept, you know where to find me if you need his blood."
"It takes time, a lot." With that, their figures disappeared with his voice echoing once more: "We will meet again."
He nodded; he was sure that this was the ending of the conflict; a new journey had just begun.
Dark hands swallowed his form as a teenager, teleporting him to Famine, the devil of lust, before losing his sight; he watched the dying planet.
His plan had worked too perfect.