Chapter 259: Operation Wolf Slayer. (Part 48)
’Six’
Dante gritted his teeth as the number appeared in his mind, briefly pushing against the agony assaulting it. The world around him stood still as he moved through it, giving the illusion that time had stopped.
In this static world, only one other entity was able to move freely. The blood soaked beast refused to let him be, somehow keeping up with his movements and reacting to his actions as if it was nothing abnormal. Dante knew how absurd it was because of the armor he was currently wearing, but no matter what her does, it refused to let up, catching up with him just in time to get in the way of his attacks.
[His physical attribute are approaching the threshold of a Level 5.] Volcan said. [Even with the illusory domain removed, he keeps on getting stronger.]
The foggy woods that took over the thirty seventh floor were a part of the beast’s abilities, created through instinctive Aether manipulation of all things. As if being a high level Genome wasn’t enough, the furry bastard turned out to be a natural Sorcerer as well, able to boost his own attributes by altering the terrain to what suits him the most.
Things only got worse once he started coating his claws in the mystical energy, and as if to say abandon hope, the furry bastard started coating his entire body with it, shielding himself from attacks any attacks directed at him.
The longer their fight stretched the less hope Dante had of claiming victory. That wasn’t because he believed the furry bastard was stronger. In his current condition, Dante felt like he was on the verge of collapsing. He had used Volcan’s armors for far longer than he should, and with the strain building up, it was obvious that his body was going to shut down before he could deal a final blow to the furry bastard.
Type 5-1 was nothing compared to its Level 4 sibling. With higher stats and a combination of related abilities, Type 5-4 allowed Dante to move so fast that time seemed to stop around him.
Of course, such incredible powers were bound to have some drawbacks. The default strain caused by the armor aside, moving at such a speed was like shaking a drink inside a cup. The human body simply wasn’t made for something this insane, and even though the armor had various two abilities to resolve that, with one supposedly negating the side effects, Dante was still subjected to torturous pain every time he made a sharp turn.
’Fucking... Eidolon... scum...’