Chapter 850 Brazen Opponents
The swarm of enemies had certainly out scaled the great white wolven head in size with their collective charge, but somehow, most of them disappeared the instant the maw of the Unlimited chomped, the force of the bite blaring louder than ten eruptions of thunder!
An underrated shockwave blew the remainder of the enemies down, forcing the majority of them to lose their stability – whether with the power of their wings, or their ability to combat the atmospheric space for motion with other mysterious abilities.
Several moments later, the maw of the great wolven head opened, revealing nothing but darkness within it.
The enemies were gone.
They had perished.
The Unlimited twisted unnaturally and flashed down at tremendous speed, a ravenous glow in his large eyes. He took a vicious bite at another portion of the now scattered enemies and devoured them with an almost carefree sort of dominance.
Once again, the enemies vanished.
Grim's Hidden Class abilities were rooted in supernatural bestial properties, mainly, but not limited those of a canine.
His Class, the Esurient Hoarder, allowed him to manifest canine characteristics on his human body – all of which were exaggerated and incredibly efficient at doing what a regular canine would use them for.
Of course, this was only a rudimentary benefit.
The core ability of the Esurient Hoarder allowed Grim to transform into three great named beasts with three separate characteristics that could only be used in their forms.
Avhanar the Voracious.
Paradon Parody.
Esurient.
Currently, Grim was taking on the form of Avhanar the Voracious, a giant wolf head that could fly and devour anything no matter how large. When anything with potent essence destructive or not was devoured, it would be broken down the darkness in Avhanar's maw, and all its essences were transformed into a temporary boost to Grim's endurance and stamina.
Needless to say, Grim's abilities were incredibly exhausting, thus Avhanar's stamina-restoring property. Unfortunately, it was the only form he had with this benefit, as well as the most balanced.
Grim devoured another portion of the enemies in the skies rapidly and felt himself brimming with energy. His eyes moved this way and that. Despite having so much energy, all gained from the devoured enemies, he was eager to revert back to normal.
The other Factions didn't know much about Replicus' Faction's strength. While they considered them inferior, they weren't fools. This was the perfect opportunity for them to learn more about Replicus' elite force, and Grim didn't want to show the full scope of even his Avhanar transformation.
SHIIIIIIING!!!
A horrible pressure suddenly barrelled towards Grim.
...!!!
It was that white scimitar!
He didn't see it, but he felt it!
...And a little too late.
A crisp line cut across the skies, marking Avhanar the Voracious from jaw to ear!
The wind whipped with a crackle, and the giant wolven head was split in two!
The dimpled man was a distance away, his scimitar pointed down from the slash he did just now.
He was atop the closed lips of the large, winged bullfrog he had been riding earlier, which was flying with its head tilted up.
The man watched as the wolf twitched, its two parts sliding apart.
"Come on! I didn't even show you what my sword can do! Is that all you were worth?!" he cried into the distance with an offended face.
Truly.
He hadn't used a single skill from his Pseudo-Mythical grade scimitar.
After finally being let loose from that crowded place, and given a simple mission that appealed to everything he had gained after willingly losing morality, patience, and even his own life, how could his first opponent be so pathetic?!
The dimpled man spat and growled.
However...
Wait.
Something wasn't right.
He was sure he had seen that man with the fancy armor transform into the great beast. That wasn't a summon, or a tamed creature.
So why...
Why were the two portions of the severed head only spouting out swaths of white fur in every direction instead of blood?
That didn't make any sense.
And indeed it didn't.
Half a breath after the dimpled man thought this, a vehement, solid object crashed into the side of his face!
The force was beyond crushing!
The man held his ground however, within the short span the attack came. A neon glow rushed over him a micro-second after the hit connected, a majority of it gathering around his waist and legs, stabilizing him!
That didn't stop the left side of his skull from fracturing though.
Blood spilled from his skin as the bone protruded out!
Grim, decked in his Granted Armament had connected his fist to the undead man, however, he narrowed his eyes at the man's reaction.
The man grinned as his eyes finally scrolled to his left. Even with his deformed face, he found the impressive street to counter by swinging his sword, at a speed that startled Grim!
...!
The Unlimited was alarmed.
He warped to the man's other side, revealed his glowing claws, and swiped at his head!
However...
The dimpled man suddenly sank into the open mouth of the giant frog under him!
In the next instance, the frog's presence vanished, as well as its body.
Grim began freefalling, a dark look on his face.
His senses were stretched around him.
'That frog...' he thought.
His enemy was a lot more shrewd than he had thought.
Seconds passed as Grim fell.
He still didn't sense the dimpled man.
The remaining undead were starting to fly toward him, but he wasn't concerned about them. Though, they did begin to block his view.
Two seconds...
Four seconds...
Six seconds...
The other undead reached Grim.
He didn't deal with them immediately, however.
He waited until they were only a few centimeters close and...
...!!!
The sharp presence of a loathsome scimitar appeared, shooting from... right below Grim!
At the exact same time, without looking to see with his eyes, Grim pointed forward!
He didn't see it, but his finger and the tip of the scimitar were almost poking each other in this instance.
Then the unthinkable happened...
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