Chapter 315
One, two, three...
A large number of figures made of blood rose up and surrounded the Witch Spirit in the center, clearly annoyed by a swarm of flies.
It couldn't understand why this person, who clearly possessed the ability to fight a bloody battle, was as cunning and treacherous as a fox.
"You think you're the only one who can gang up on others!?"
The vengeful spirit of Asura.
It was somewhat like the Resurrection of the dead; the souls that had been slain were released, mingled with the blood, and rose again.
They have no intelligence; driven by instinct, they rush forward, like a long, blood-red river flowing in all directions.
Swish.
Yuki annihilated several vengeful spirits with a single strike, but then, as if a pipe had burst, countless vengeful spirits surged forth from the area ahead. This Witch Spirit was smarter than expected; it didn't get surrounded like a fool.
Like a game of chess, it cleverly countered Yuki's shameless tactics.
In the blink of an eye, the warrior became a commander, but his soldiers did not need to be controlled. They spread like three layers of blood-red waves. These were not Witch Beasts; they were shattered by the dense magic and mixed into the sea of blood, and then regrouped.
Yuki stood like a reef in the river of blood, surrounded by swords, spears, and halberds, while his twin swords danced so tightly that there was no gap in the defenses.
These vengeful spirits may not be considered strong, but their numbers are well over ten million, and more importantly, they retain the skills they possessed in life.
Some people held shields, which were shattered, followed by hundreds of spears thrusting forward, cutting people and spears in half again, and then a storm of various witchcrafts ensued.
Poisoning, binding, cutting, fireball, ice wall...
From the Extraordinary to the Transcendental Grade, their strength varies, and their skills are incredibly diverse. What they have in common is their fearlessness and absolute chaos.
Annihilation.
The blade plunged into the ground, Red Lotus Fire spread, burning everything within hundreds of meters to nothingness.
Breaking Waves.
With a single slash, a crescent-shaped sword aura cleaved the river of blood, revealing the ferocious expression of the Witch Spirit in the distance.
But it was no use. Like trying to cut water with a knife, the water just kept flowing. One wave of blood was broken open, but a second wave followed immediately, and the sea of blood that had evaporated on the ground was quickly filled back up.
There were too many, so many that purifying the Soulless Ones was like throwing a small stone into the sea. Frieren couldn't spare a hand to help, because the blood river spread out, forming a tight formation.
Ahead lay hundreds of blood shields, layered with various priestly spells such as hardening and reflection. Frieren quickly gathered his magic to its Limit.
Forbidden Spell: Doomsday Meteor.
A fiery cloud quickly appeared as Frieren unleashed his most wide-range magic.
In an instant, meteors rained down from the sky, the sea of blood boiled, and the gale and the pressure of swords clashed, turning the Tower of Asura into utter chaos and carnage.
Clang!
Yuki bent down to force his way through, the giant axe slashing from the side made him raise his sword and thrust it back without hesitation.
Splash--
The sea of blood was pierced, and dozens of vengeful spirits screaming in agony were annihilated, but they were quickly replenished. Yuki was stunned for a moment, and saw that blood-red scythes appeared all around him at the same time.
'Unleashing a powerful attack while simultaneously fighting? That's a bit troublesome.'
His expression changed slightly. These vengeful spirits alone weren't a big deal; countless ants would take a long time to kill an elephant like him. But a monster of equal strength lurking in the shadows and launching a sneak attack was troublesome, making it difficult to focus on one thing at a time.
Dodging the scythe, the sound of it cutting through the air was already close to the back of my head. Even with an emergency sidestep, the electromagnetic field, which was already nearing its Limit, was still instantly pierced through. The axe blade cut through the defenses behind me like a piece of paper, grazed my lumbar spine, and emerged from my abdomen.
"Give me your head! Give me your blood!"
The Roar of the Witch Spirit came from all directions, Yuki ignored them, even glancing at the distant battlefield.
This river of blood was a hindrance to him, but a deadly threat to Frieren and the others. The 'sea' that had evaporated from the Doomsday Meteor was being rapidly filled, and the Witch Spirit was becoming increasingly excited.
As one power diminishes while the other gains, it will soon be able to cut off the heads of these powerful figures to adorn the throne. Then, Yuki suddenly leaps up and soars into the distance.
"Trying to run? Too late!"
Slaughter Tide.
Giant waves crashed down like a wall, and on the wall in front of us, a multitude of heads appeared, all composed of vengeful spirits. They brandished swords, spears, and halberds, howling and unleashing a barrage of bullets like a storm.
Yuki faced the entire legion alone, using soul energy as a stepping stone, circling rapidly in the air, his twin swords like chains, making it impossible for attacks of this level to get close.
Faced with chaos and carnage, he did not Khorne against Khorne; instead, he remained extremely calm.
'Luckily, this isn't the War Tower. These vengeful spirits will just rush in chaotically; their numbers can't stop me. The key is the Witch Spirit; it can use the vengeful spirits as cover to launch a fatal attack.'
'The energy core of this instance is Soul Crystal. I've annihilated hundreds of vengeful spirits, but I haven't seen a single Soul Crystal.'
Clang!
Just as Yuki dodged, the giant axe slashed down from behind, sweeping backward without moving an inch, and then cleaved him in half at the waist.
Swish--
The breastplate burst into dazzling sparks as it was sliced open, releasing even more blood that formed an even more powerful vengeful spirit. It existed for only a second before being blasted apart by Yuki's whip kick.
Thump!!
The air was compressed, producing a muffled, explosive sound. This vengeful spirit was even more powerful than before, but Yuki's whip kick was also heavier; it could probably shatter a small mountain with a single kick.
He got stronger?
Witch Spirit was taken aback and quickly retreated to look for a sure-kill opportunity. The vengeful spirit of the hero was still there; she needed to find out more about her prey first.
It's gotten weaker?
Yuki was also taken aback. He had just taken a solid blow from an axe. Even though his Blood-Burning Heart was at its Combustion, he shouldn't have been completely unmoved.
'I get it, this thing is splitting apart; the energy sustaining the Blood River comes from itself. No wonder these vengeful spirits don't have Soul Crystal.'
Suddenly it dawned on him that he was puzzled by how ridiculously strong this Witch Spirit was. For opponents below the 'monster' level, the Witch Spirit didn't even need to leave the throne; these vengeful spirits alone were enough to annihilate any tower explorer team.
That makes things simple.
If this were the War Tower, the Witch Spirit would surely be clever enough to adjust its tactics. But this is the Tower of Asura, known for its rage and carnage. If the Crimson Witch Spirit wants her head, she will go all out and spare no effort.
"Everyone, abandon defense! Frieren, go all out! Concentrate all your firepower on me!"
Blood flowed across the battlefield, but the Spirit Particle Communicator allowed Frieren to pinpoint the coordinates; however, this command surprised everyone.
They were already struggling to hold on, but before them lay endless vengeful spirits, their pained and twisted faces the Roar as they surged forward, seemingly intent on tearing everyone to pieces.
Abandon defense? Are you kidding me?
Besides, there's something wrong with this order. Why would they concentrate fire on their own leader? Aren't they worried about friendly fire?
Mental illusion? No, the Witch Spirit has never displayed such an ability.
Frieren was also somewhat confused. Fighter jets were measured in seconds, so there was no time to think carefully. The words that Mai Sakurajima had said flashed through his mind instinctively.
"You want to fit in? Then you'd better obey all of that idiot's orders unconditionally."
Unable to fathom the illogical trust, Frieren gritted his teeth, first dispelling the defensive magic, then removing the restrictions.
Boom--
An even more powerful magical force erupted. She had a habit of suppressing and storing her magical force, like opening a valve, and then igniting it with Imagination Burst.
With someone taking the lead, the others didn't have time to think too much. Peggy led the mercenaries forward, doing their best to meet the falling barrage of bullets. If shields couldn't block them, and swords couldn't cut them, then they would use their bodies to shield the Soulless Ones and Frieren, firmly protecting them in the center.
Forbidden Spell: Thunderstorm.
Area Purification.
The beam of light and the obliteration crossed the river of blood and appeared directly above Yuki's head, surrounded by a blood-red vortex.
Countless vengeful spirits surrounded them from all directions, a forest of swords and spears, a barrage of bullets, including four extremely powerful vengeful spirits that were close to monster level.
This was an absolute battlefield, a place of endless slaughter. Yuki gripped his twin swords in reverse and, as lightning flashed overhead, plunged them into the ground.
Soul energy at full power.
Red Lotus Worldburn!
A burning red lotus flower bloomed around him, converging with raindrops of lightning, mixed with the widespread annihilation of the Soulless Ones.
Purification is useless against magic and soul energy; the combination of the three actually reinforces each other, instantly sweeping away everything within a kilometer, even shattering the bodies of the four strongest vengeful spirits.
The Witch Spirit held up its battle axe, its body still burning with embers, its red skin blackened by the lightning strike. Its four eyes blinked, still not understanding why the enemy had suddenly placed all their bets.
Aren't they cowards? They're trying to use shameless tactics to besiege me.
Didn't they want to break out? Now that they've exhausted themselves, how can they escape?
It didn't understand; the blood gushing from its body surged even more violently. It was excited. For an Asura, fighting to the death was the highest form of respect, even if its body was already weak and trembling.
But before the next tide could gather, his vision blurred, and the Witch Spirit suddenly found himself leaving the tower and appearing in an unfamiliar, blood-red wasteland.
Hundreds of fresh corpses were piled up all around, making the wilderness seem too empty. Turning his head, he saw the black-haired swordsman standing on the corpse of a Witch Beasts, looking down at him.
"Field?"
The Witch Spirit sensed something was wrong; it felt a ridiculous fear spreading through it.
"Excessive bravery is foolish, excessive rationality is cowardly; truly capable people combine the two perfectly." Yuki replied, seemingly ignoring the question, as his twin swords lightly clashed together, producing a crisp 'clink' sound.
Call out.
The swordsman vanished, while the Witch Spirit raised her axe with one hand, feeling a tremendous force coming from her wrist, and then a cold light swept past her neck.
With its left hand gone, it quickly leaned back to dodge, and while rolling, it opened its mouth wide and spat out an energy ball. However Yuki stood still, and several mirrors unfolded in front of him.
Boom!
The energy ball bounced back, creating a mushroom cloud in the wasteland. Yuki swung his sword to clear away the dust and watched as the charred Witch Spirit crawled out of the crater.
"Hmm, it actually has the strength of Monster I, but with this level of strength, there's no way it can escape."
The Night Furnace Domain, now at level 6, has become even larger. The Witch Spirit's dash, which could previously exceed the speed of sound, would likely be unable to withstand a single axe strike from Hunter's Snare, allowing him to escape in just two or three seconds.
"When did I ever think of running away!?" The Witch Spirit seemed insulted, but her wounds had stopped bleeding, and releasing vengeful spirits now would be tantamount to suicide.
"Sorry, I always prefer things to be absolutely certain, besides—"
His legs shattered the earth as he met the one-armed Witch Spirit with his twin blades. Before the sorcerer could unleash a beam of blood-red light, several reflectors were already placed against his mouth.
"You want my head, I want your blood!"
Chapter Twelve: Mastering the Tower of Asura (6K)
Finish.
While head-on, life-or-death battles are certainly thrilling, Yuki prefers to be like a clock, calculating and scheming his enemies step by step until they are killed.
Passion comes with risk, and it's something to be done out of necessity. That's why I've been suppressing the violent side effects of Demon Possession; otherwise, I would have given up on treatment and fought a bloody battle with the Witch Spirit long ago.
"You're a demon, but I'm not."
The Regenerative Tail.
His wounds healed rapidly. Yuki stood before a mangled corpse, blood flowing over his feet. His domain, now expanded tenfold, was finally not so empty.
Besides the corpses, the sprawling sea of blood made the place even more terrifying, like a scene from hell.
"I feel a bit comfortable about this. When did I become so eccentric?"
Yuki felt a sense of being at home. He gently shook his head and bent down to pick up a blood-red, fist-sized crystal.
[Witch Spirit's Soul Crystal (Not Activated)]
The prompt was the same, but it was definitely very valuable. Even the Demon Extermination Squad might not be able to handle this Witch Spirit.
Trying to fight him head-on is suicide. Even if Yuki all out, there's still a good chance he'll lose. Intelligence, on the other hand, makes that chance infinitely small.
[Player Yuki, you have reached the top floor of the Tower of Asura, participation rate 100%, reward: 8 Enhancement Points]
[Player Yuki, you have defeated the Witch Spirit, participation rate 100%, reward 2 specialization points]
[Player Yuki, you have obtained the Bloodline Object 'Asura Blood Pool']
As the game hints unfolded, Yuki, like a top student who had scored 100 on two tests, couldn't help but grin.
That's enough, 16 enhancement points are finally enough.
Having climbed four levels in a row, slain the Witch Spirit, and mastered the Soulless Ones, Yuki dares to ask which player can rival his progress?
The Bloodline Object made him think for a moment, but he still decided to stick to the original plan.