Alvin: Damn It, I've Become the Protagonist's Stepping Stone!
Boom!!!
In a moment of surprise, Alvin was knocked away.
He rolled around like a wolf, but fortunately the swamp acted as a buffer, dissipating most of the force, which allowed him to barely block the attack from the enraged Behemoth.
However, even so, the feeling of that immense force entering his body and impacting his internal organs still made him feel unwell.
In contrast, Behemoth stood amidst the crimson mist, its chest bearing a deep, bone-revealing wound inflicted by Alvin's air blade.
It's healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The surrounding grass, trees, and forests withered rapidly, as if their vitality had been robbed!
"But it's a biological Psychic Power." Noticing this, Alvin's heart sank slightly. This meant that if he couldn't kill him in one strike...
With Behemoth's regenerative abilities, he'll eventually wear him down to death!
Although Psyker are classified in many ways, they can generally be divided into six categories.
For example, Alvin himself belongs to the Telekinesis, but through learning, he can also use other types of abilities, such as elemental and precognitive abilities.
Of course, his proficiency in using these two types of abilities is clearly not as good as that of Telekinesis.
Behemoth, on the other hand, clearly exhibits a biological type of ability. These types of Psyker often possess remarkable vitality and can manipulate life energy, thereby directly influencing the physical body or biological structure.
Just now, Behemoth was drawing on the life energy around it to heal its injuries.
But these are all manageable, albeit barely.
What really gave Alvin a headache was that the damned "Khorne" had somehow gotten involved!
The blood-red fog enveloping them was clearly the domain power of Khorne, and having experienced it several times, Alvin could roughly guess that this old bastard meant for him to kill Behemoth!
Retreat?
No, absolutely not!
If you retreat even half a step here, the situation will only get worse. Although Old K doesn't mind if you use underhanded tricks in a duel, if you lose your courage and bravery, the outcome will be more miserable than death!
In short – the battles are awesome!
Having realized this, Alvin no longer held back. He donned the Power Gauntlets, drew the "Atropos's Blade," a longsword shaped like a seedling and bearing the inscription "Destiny." He raised his eyes to gaze at Behemoth not far away, his pupils gradually filled with madness.
His lips, chapped from dehydration, curled slightly upwards, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Come on, let's see who will die here today!"
"Roar!!!"
His seemingly defiant gaze enraged Behemoth, and the eight-meter-tall beast suddenly stomped its stomp!
Boom!
The surrounding swamp mud, as if a curtain, was lifted up to a height of more than ten meters.
Accompanied by a shockwave that seemed almost tangible, a massive shadow, carrying terrifying power, stretched out an afterimage in Alvin's retina!
This kind of power, even from a sensory perspective alone, is no less than a Dreadnought charge!
Alvin's face was almost distorted by the oncoming gale, and his coat was being torn and rattled. Every strand of hair, even every pore, could feel the oppressive force that penetrated deep into his bones!
My heart was pounding, but not from fear!
The more dangerous the situation, the calmer Alvin became. His gaze followed the afterimage intently through the chaotic wind.
Then, just as the opponent and himself were about to collide, he suddenly accelerated and dodged to the side, while simultaneously turning his blade horizontally, using the momentum of the opponent's impact to slice through Behemoth's abdomen!
La!!!
Forces are interactive.
The greater the force of Behemoth's impact, the greater the damage it inflicts on itself.
Using this advantage, Alvin slashed a wound more than ten centimeters deep into Behemoth's abdomen with his blade, and foul-smelling blood gushed out, turning half of him into a blood-soaked mess!
However, Behemoth, its abdomen ripped open, went even more insane under the intense pain. Ignoring the jolting of its internal organs, it twisted its body during the charge and slapped Alvin like a rocket!
In a moment of haste, Alvin held the slender blade in front of him, blocking the slap.
However, the immense force, penetrating the blade without diminishing in the slightest, landed entirely on his body.
Boom!!!
During the fog, Alvin was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through more than a dozen large trees and burying himself in the ground!
The violent impact nearly destroyed his entire right arm, shattering all the bones. Even more seriously, one of his legs also suffered severe deformity!
Behemoth had a huge gash in its abdomen, and because it had just forced its turn, its bloody internal organs were gushing out.
Almost instantly, both the man and the beast were severely injured.
"Exhale, exhale--""
Alvin switched to holding the knife in his left hand, barely managing to support himself as he struggled to his feet from the ground, standing unsteadily on one leg.
Behemoth was also panting, and it haphazardly smeared mud from the swamp onto its wounded abdomen, temporarily stopping the bleeding.
"Damn it, an animal is an animal—" Alvin's forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain. He even smeared the wound with swamp mud, wasn't he afraid of infection?!
Having fought to this point, both sides have completely lost their way out. Behemoth's insane actions have proven that one of them must die today!
Alvin originally thought he was already crazy enough, but it turned out that the beast was a beast, much crazier than him.
The two sides reached a brief stalemate.
But both Alvin and Behemoth knew very well that this was only temporary, and once their strength had recovered slightly, it would be the final blow.
Breathe in! Breathe in! Breathe in!
In the swamp, a man and a beast faced off, their heavy breathing gradually subsiding, as if foreshadowing an impending battle!
The next second, Behemoth roared, his whole body was covered in dazzling golden light, mixed with a touch of bright red blood. His muscles swelled up again, and his bones made a thunderous sound. It was as if the horns on his forehead were extending and bending, and his appearance underwent a terrifying change!
The Behemoth of today is more accurately described as a "demon" than a Daemon!
Under Khorne's blessing, Behemoth was completely transformed into a "Daemon," his hair turning into a mixture of blood and gold, his arms becoming as thick as giant hydraulic clamps, with twisting blades growing from under his skin, and his body covered in twisted, blasphemous, heavy armor!
"Roar!!!!"
The enormous roar seemed to materialize!
The shockwave suddenly spread, blowing away the swamp mud. The violent aura mixed with killing intent dyed the once tranquil forest a dark blood color!
"???"
Alvin was dumbfounded. Was this for real? They'd fought this hard, and Khorne was still giving him a cheat code?!
Looking at Behemoth, who had almost turned into Daemon, he was truly exasperated. They had agreed to a fair duel, but his opponent had suddenly unleashed his full power before dying!
Who is the main character anyway?!
Wasn't it supposed to be that only the protagonist could unleash their full power through flashbacks in life-or-death situations?!