Chapter 216: Personality
Once the Fire King was killed, Dmitri released his barrier. He no longer needed to shield the fight. The minute he didn"t need to protect the Blood G.o.d and lifted the barrier, he raced toward the annoying 7th Circle Aura Knight who was attacking him.
"Come here, you pest!"
The general saw the incoming Death Bringer and turned away. His eyes showed his fear as he dove low into the crowd of soldiers. His hope was to use the soldiers as a shield against the 8th Circle Aura Knight.
Dmitri saw this and smiled. He waved his hand, forming clouds over the area where the general hid in. The clouds quickly turned into a dark shade of red and burst.
A rain of blood poured from the sky. Every drop was filled with a small amount of aura which made it a weapon. When it struck a person, the drop pierced through their skin and dug into their body.
One drop was enough to make a person feel a heart-wrenching pain. Two would make them want to die. The rain of blood lasted only a few seconds, but it elicited the most agonizing screams the battlefield had ever heard.
All the soldiers in a quarter-mile radius were in the impact zone and were screaming in pain. The weaker ones died instantly, but most of the powerful ones stayed alive. However, that might have been a better result since they had to experience the pain they were going to.
The general hiding in the crowd was wracking his brain. The rain didn"t do anything to him, but he still had to figure out how to escape. Once all the people around him were dead, his aura would be very apparent to the people flying above him.
He was not very optimistic about his chances to stay alive since the Blood Shrine didn"t take prisoners. But he would still try to stay alive as long as possible. This was because he knew that if he stalled, the chance that he stayed alive would increase.
Dmitri was s.a.d.i.s.tically laughing while jumping down into the middle of the 150,000 people army. He was ready to start slaughtering his way toward the fleeing general
Meanwhile, Leo at the top was staring blankly at the people on the ground. His eyes no longer looked human. They were completely bloodshot without any hint of white left. Along with the change in his eyes, there was also a voice booming in his head.
"Kill!"
The chants that his army chanted when he first entered the world appeared in his mind and were overwhelming him. As he looked down at the remaining army, the only thing he could think about was how he could kill every single one of them and absorb them for himself.
When Dmitri was killing people, he felt irked at him and wanted to stop him from taking away what were his spoils of war. He was supposed to be the one killing the entire army. Not Dmitri.
This was just a fleeting thought that pa.s.sed through his mind but it achieved something extraordinary. In the depths of his mind, behind the new sh.e.l.l of his thoughts that solely wanted to kill people, his true self was hiding.
It didn"t want to be a part of this trial anymore. This went against what he came here for. He wanted to gain a proper aura technique so that he would have an alternative to magic that was as powerful.
However, if this was what the alternative meant, then it wasn"t what he wanted. He would stick to the magic he learned and the aura techniques he had. If Nefrati gave him a better one, then that would work as well.
But he definitely wouldn"t pursue the blood aura technique. However, even if he came to that realization it didn"t change his current position. He was still stuck in this trial that didn"t seem to have a purpose.
He had been trying to find out exactly what he needed to do to end the trial and the best answer he got so far was to kill everyone that existed on the battlefield. The idea scared him so much that he created a sh.e.l.l around himself and decided to let the body do whatever it wanted.
He had gotten to this stage once he went through the ma.s.sacre of more than a hundred thousand people. The personality that had acted from then on was just a small remnant that seemed to know what was right and what was wrong.
Inside, Leo was just biding his time, hoping that he would be able to escape once the killing was over. However, the new chants told him that his plan wasn"t working. Something was wrong with his body and he would need to take over the reins, even if he had to see the ma.s.sacre ensuing with his own eyes.
He broke out of his sh.e.l.l and opened his eyes, merging with the part of his mind that was battling till then. The minute he did that, he felt his head fell like bursting open. He clasped his head with his hands in pain as the chants that he was hearing became louder.
The only thing he could hear was the chants of the army.
"Kill! Kill!"
At this exact moment, another chant slowly became audible.
"Blood G.o.d! Blood G.o.d!"
He opened his eyes to look at the source of the chant. His head was still hurting but he wanted to see if he was imagining the new chant as well. His sight was incredibly blurry and covered in a hue of red.
All he could see around him were the bodies of people painted in red. Dmitri was dancing through the army dropping bodies in his path. Everyone seemed to be fleeing from him, ignoring his presence.
He noticed that the Blood G.o.d above him was motionless, but he ignored it. His concentration was solely on finding the rat who was hiding among the crowd of soldiers around him. In the time he had taken to get there, he lost the general"s position and couldn"t find him anymore.
The general was nervously running away from the Death Bringer along with the rest of the soldiers. He had hidden his energy because it would be a dead giveaway to someone as strong as who he was hiding from.
Meanwhile, Leo was still facing his own troubles. His hand automatically moved and tried to wave the halberd it was holding. He quickly held his right arm with his left and looked away from the people. He saw a new player in the distance. It was his army.
They were chanting his name as they got closer and closer to where they were. The chants were starting to become as loud as the chants in his head which made the splitting headache he had even worse.
His entire body was itching to wield the weapon it had and kill everyone it could see. Suddenly, the concept of ally and enemy seemed to have disappeared in his mind. The only thing he could see in front of him was prey. And he was the hunter.