Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 338: Two
The demon lowered its body. For something so large, the next movement it made was almost absurd.
It vanished from Elion’s line of sight, not literally, but fast enough that most of the soldiers on the wall lost track of it.
Elion’s pupils narrowed as Enhanced Cognition flared to life again, and the world slowed around him. Lines of movement appeared, a blur from the right, an axe angled low, and a follow-up fist from above.
Mana spiked from the ground as Elion stepped forward instead of retreating back as most would have expected him to.
The axe swept toward his legs, but he jumped lightly, letting the blade pass beneath him before stomping down on its flat surface. The force nearly threw him off balance, but he converted part of his agility into strength at the last second and pinned the weapon down for a breath.
The demon’s fist came down, and Elion raised one hand.
’Blood Marionette.’
The demon’s arm stopped, only for a split second; Its muscles tore against the control almost immediately, but a split second was enough.
Elion kicked off the axe, spun in the air, and brought Kurogoroshi down with both hands.
“Mountain Splitting Slash.”
The blade flared with crimson light.
Shkaaa!
This time, the cut was plenty deep.
It tore from the demon’s shoulder down across its chest, splitting through bone armour and flesh alike. Black blood erupted from the wound, and the demon staggered backward with a roar that sounded more like pain than rage.
On the wall, Lukas shouted, “He wounded it!”
Peter threw a fist up. “Hit it again!”
Gareth looked at them in disbelief. “Are we cheering now?”
Peter’s face flushed. “It’s morale support!”
Alexander did not take his eyes off the battlefield; his eyes darted around, analysing the battlefield and looking for ways they could assist Elion without interrupting.
“He needs space.”
Gravity mana gathered around his spear again.
“Archers, mages, focus the lesser demons! Keep them away from him!”
The soldiers obeyed instantly.
A rain of arrows and spells descended onto the smaller demons that were trying to rush toward Elion from the sides.
Darin called out positions from the wall with frightening accuracy, Gareth relayed movement reports, Erian moved between injured soldiers near the inner line, and Lukas stood near Alexander, intercepting any demon that managed to climb close enough to threaten the wall.
From then on, Elion’s fight was not isolated anymore; the entire checkpoint moved around him, moving in tandem with however he moved, supporting him, creating openings, and cutting off any distractions.
Alexander stood at the centre of that coordination with a cold face, shouting out commands with a steady voice and sharp eyes.
Elion caught a glimpse of it between exchanges.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
’Not bad at all, prince.’
The large demon, however, had no intention of letting him enjoy the thought.
Its wounded chest smoked faintly as dark mana poured into the injury, trying and failing to close the cut. Nightbane Authority and Soul Severance worked together, poisoning the wound at a deeper level than flesh. The demon snarled, then suddenly abandoned its axe altogether.
It lunged forward barehanded.
Elion was momentarily surprised.
The demon’s massive palm slammed into the ground where he had been standing a heartbeat earlier, and the shockwave threw him sideways. He twisted midair, but before he could fully recover, the demon’s other hand swept across like a wall.
Bam!
The hit connected.
Elion crossed Kurogoroshi and his forearm against the impact, but the force still sent him flying across the battlefield.
He crashed through the remains of the stone bridge and rolled across the ground, kicking up dust and blood-soaked dirt before finally stopping near the base of the wall.
“Elion!” Alexander shouted.
The necklace beneath Elion’s tunic pulsed faintly, warm but not fully activating.
He coughed once and laughed.
“Okay…”
He pushed himself up slowly, his arm aching from the impact.
“That one hurt.”
The demon charged again, shaking the earth with each step. Elion wiped a small trail of blood from the corner of his lips and stood properly.
His eyes grew calmer as silent Heart settled over his mind like a veil of still water.
The noise of the battlefield dulled. The shouting faded. The demon’s roar became distant. His breathing slowed.
He held Kurogoroshi with both hands.
The sword hummed quietly as Elion exhaled once, then he vanished forward.
The demon swung its fist, and Elion slipped past it.
The demon followed with a knee; he stepped inside the blind spot as a clawed hand came down from above.
He pivoted around the wrist.
Every movement became smaller, and he made no wasted steps or any flashy motions. Just death in measured strokes.
’Starfall Requiem.’
He sent out many sword strikes in one go
Shk.
The tendons behind the knee.
Shk.
The inner elbow.
Shk.
The side of the neck.
Shk.
Finally, he struck the ribs, on the same wound as before, only much deeper this time. The demon’s movements began to break apart.
It was not that Elion had suddenly become overwhelmingly stronger; he had simply started cutting the right places, the places that made a larger body become a burden instead of an advantage.
The demon roared and tried to retreat, but Elion followed in.
Abyssal Hunger quietly drank from the death-soaked air around them, feeding his stamina as the prolonged fight dragged on. The more demons died around him, the easier it became for him to keep moving.
The large demon seemed to realise it too, because for the first time perhaps in its whole life as a demon, fear entered its eyes.
Elion saw it, and so did Kurogoroshi.
The blade pulsed, and the demon stumbled backward.
“No.”
Its voice came out as a low growl.
“No… hero…”
Elion tilted his head.
“You were the one who came here.”
The demon suddenly opened its mouth wide, and dark mana gathered in its mouth. Alexander’s eyes widened from the wall.
“Elion, move!”
A beam of compressed darkness erupted from the demon’s mouth. It tore across the battlefield in a straight line, vaporising dirt, stone, and corpses in its path.
However, shockingly enough, Elion did not move away from the attack.
He stepped forward and raised Kurogoroshi. Fate Rend stirred faintly along the blade’s edge as he swung effortlessly.
The beam split in two, just like the spell before.
Darkness tore apart around him, two streams of destructive energy passing on either side of his body before exploding behind him in twin blasts that shook the entire checkpoint. His clothes whipped wildly from the force, but his steps did not stop.
The demon’s eye widened as Elion appeared beneath its chest.
“Piercing Fang.”
