Chapter 393: I am on a roll today
The clash of steel against Damon’s blood-forged claws sent sparks spraying. Her movements carried the signature discipline of someone who had trained in structured forms, every strike linked to the next with elegant precision, with perfect martial flow.
But unfortunately for her, Damon hadn’t died a bunch of times in the last few hours and lost half his power like her. Damon was able to easily overpower her with just sheer raw strength. His claws tore through her back, and in a single blow, he yanked out her blood essence, his poison paralyzing her completely.
[Ding! You have gained +1 agility]
[Ding! You have extracted the skill Double Blade]
Double Blade (Active, B-Rank): Summons a second spectral or energy-forged weapon that mirrors the user’s primary weapon for a short duration (10–15 seconds). Every strike is duplicated, effectively doubling attack output. At higher levels, the secondary blade develops its own momentum, creating unpredictable angles of attack that overwhelm defenses. With mastery, the user may even desynchronize the blades, attacking in two directions at once or chaining complex combos that normally require two fighters.
The woman’s body crumpled as her essence bled into Damon, dissolving into motes of light. Once again, a super rare skill. "I am on a roll today." Damon did not have a lot of time to celebrate his success as the wyrm was on his ass yet again.
Damon started playing the dance of blinking in and out while narrowly dodging the black flames that were pretty much everywhere now. Even though his mana supply was huge, there was no way he could keep up with this game of running and catching. But the question was... where was the rest of the team?
There should have been a lot of people in Lotera when shit had hit the fan. The NPCs should be permanently gone at this point. NPCs typically do not respawn unless they were part of some special quest.
But there should definitely be a lot more players than this meagre handful he had managed to loot from. Where were the rest of them? Even if Aiden only wanted to do this whole thing with very less eyes on him, there still should be some more?
That thought nagged at Damon as he blinked onto another rooftop, the wyrm’s abyssal flames reducing the street below to a molten river. His crimson eyes narrowed, scanning the ruined marketplace through the smoke and ichor-soaked fog.
He’d cut down at least a dozen already, bled them for essence, stolen their skills, but this was Lotera, a city that had once been packed shoulder-to-shoulder with players. Even after the Abyss had devoured it, even after the Gate had opened, there should have been more.
And yet... there was nothing. Just scattered rats hiding in corners. What was he missing?
Damon’s jaw clenched as he blinked away from another wave of black fire, his mind racing even while his claws dug into the wyrm’s neck again. He sent in another boatload of poison into the damned beast and then disappeared.
The next time he reappeared, it was closer to the respawn point. He did not want to miss the birds he had in his hand for the unknown birds in the bush, so he decided to farm these guys for a while, at least until he took care of the wyrm first, or the cool-down time for respawning becomes so insane that he simply could not afford to waste time farming.
This would only happen after the tenth consecutive kill, so he still would have plenty of chances to farm these top-ranking players’ blood essence and rare skills.
The wyrm meanwhile was livid with anger. It could now feel the sting of the poison in its flesh and thrashed around in mad rage. Damon playing running and catching with it was also adding fuel to its fury.
"I have heard that abyssal monsters have anger issues. I guess its true." Damon laughed as he sent out another barrage of his black blood spears aimed for the multiple injuries on the wyrm. It opened its maw and let out an enormous torrent of black fire wanting to obliterate him and his attack at the same time but Damon was like a mosquito who just wouldn’t die.
The next moment he blinked and appeared on the wyrm’s back once again as he brought down a Blood–Lightning–Ice Lance, the hybrid spell roaring with raw power.
The lance cracked through the beast’s obsidian scales like a thunderbolt through stone, bursting in a storm of frost and crimson lightning that made the wyrm’s wings of abyssal flame flicker unstable for a split second.
Damon grinned as he found himself getting more and more proficient in mixing and matching the different elements.
The wyrm shrieked, its roar so loud the entire plaza shook. Its body convulsed, black ichor spilling like lava from its wounds and hissing as it touched the ground. The poison Damon had seeded earlier was spreading faster now, bolstered by the elemental burst.
Each thrash made the infection dig deeper, the wyrm’s regenerative ichor clashing violently against his venom, trying and failing to purge it.
Damon crouched low on its back, claws dug into the ridges of its spine, crimson eyes blazing with hunger. "Yeah... you feel that, don’t you?" he growled. He could tell that the poison stacking strategy was working. This wasn’t the desperate gamble of Niera anymore. This was control. This was dominance.
But everything was short lived as the wyrm’s natural power and resilience turned the tide yet again. Damon immediately disappeared with a blink. He had no problem waiting this one out until his poison eventually wore out even its draconic features.
His fighting style might be dirty and underhanded but when the enemy is several times more powerful than him, he absolutely had no qualms about doing everything he could to achieve his win.
Right at the moment, the spawn point sputtered and Magicaa’s battered body appeared yet again. Damon’s gaze immediately landed on the poor guy. It was time for round 2!
Or wait, was it round3?! Damon grinned wickedly as he dashed towards the poor soul.