Standing opposite Raven, who held his huge axe, was the current Dread Lord Andreas, his body donning a black amour and sharp longsword as the meeting room was now a huge arena with the other 12 Dread Knight's all watching in the crowd cheering on.
"Fight! Fight! Ahh~ Sexy Orc! Must Win!" Little White was waving banner cards with Raven on them.
Nu'bella sat beside her, waving a small [Raven Must Win] flag as she looked to the side with a slight blush.
The other guys were all making noise, too, as the Dread Lord Andreas looked angry, "I'll punish those bastards when I beat you!"
Watching from above on an observer platform were the other Dread Lords, Zephyr, and Dante, who smiled while holding out his arms, "What I say? You doubt it or believe it?"
Ares sighed as he looked at all this chaos, "What kind of situation is this...?"
Zephyr chuckled, "Dante knew what to offer to get us on his side and interested in this newbie who doesn't know the height of the sky."
However, with his eyes watching the arena, the black-haired male didn't speak. Instead, he tapped the metal railing. "We might have a new brother after this... Or a new rival." A sharp grin filled Dante's face as the other Dread Lords looked at him in shock.
"No way..."
"Andreas has been a dread lord for millennia. This kid is barely 30 years old!"
"Ares, you don't understand. I'll tell you, watch! I bet you 1000 soul coins that Raven wins."
"Tsk... 10,000 if you're a man!"
"Ooooh, Are we all betting? I'm in!" Zephyr added dumping a black card with the words [Soul Bank] and 10,000 on it.
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Meanwhile, on the arena floor, Andreas lunged forward, his blade cutting the space ahead of Raven, leaving a strange tear that sucked his body towards it. "Wake up, boy, you will die!"
Raven pulled back using [Blossom Step], his movements agile and filled with grace as his body appeared to the side of Andreas, who just shrugged, slamming his arm at the appearing Raven. The attack hit his face and sent him flying into the distant wall shooting through the air like a cannonball.
Using his tail, Raven wrapped around a pillar, avoiding the damage of hitting the stone wall, but his jaw was sore. This bastard was strong! Yet he was not scared but pumped up as he lunged forward, wrapped in his [Dread Mantle]. Now completely dark, like a gloomy shadow lunging towards Andreas, who took a stance with his longsword.
With only about 5 meters between them, Andreas smiled as a chill filled the arena. The spectators watched on edge as even Zephyr felt on edge at the aura pouring off his junior brother's figure. "Raven, watch and see the difference between a mere knight and the Lord."
Darkness began to build up as the very ground cracked, the rocks slamming into the charging Raven causing his attack to stop, his arms blocking the heavy rocks as the abyss seemed to rise from the cracks.
Black energy, more gloomy than the mantle worn by Raven, began to shoot from the ground with sharp spikes, all of them towards the defenceless Raven. The other Dread Knights watched on edge, smiling, some wanting Raven to live, others enjoying the brutal fight. Raven quickly moved, pulling up his huge axe that blocked 10 spikes of shadow that flew at his body before they could strike. "You bastard! If this is how you want to play! I won't disappoint you." His axe gripped tighter as two giant blood-red eyes appeared on the axehead, shooting large crimson flames of burning hellfire.
"Folly!" Andreas whispered, his sword lunging towards Raven's heart, but the axe cut through, its size making it easy as it stopped the longsword before it struck home. Andreas' eyes widened as his attack sliced at him. The massive flame slammed into Andreas like a raging inferno, sending him spinning, throwing off chunks of his armour as the scorching blade seemed to eat away at him. "So fast. You monster of the sun, I won't lose to a sun-bred monster!"
Quickly Raven lifted the weapon; his hands blistered from the intense heat coming from the fire in his axe head.
"Never! I am a pure ORC! son of Mor'Grana and Sylvester Bellhume!" Raven shouted as his body jumped up, dodging the shadow spikes of Andreas, his body twirling in the air as he slammed down with a heavy axe blow, his muscles bulging with a wide smile on his face as his Dread mantle sent out claws to clock the excess shadow spikes that Andreas used.
"Foolish child!" Andreas scoffed but found Raven to his left with his hand out.
The heavy axe of Raven sliced more of his armour, causing the Dread Lord to feel a little sense of danger before his eyes glowed dark blue.
"Behave, you little bastard." He chanted a spell as a sword covered in blue energy came from Andreas' hands, shooting right at Raven's face! Raven was shocked but caught it using his teeth with the sound of clashing steel filling the area. Blood began to fill the air; his body shot across the arena, landing hard into the wall, making him cough up blood. The cut on his body was bleeding heavily as he slowly recovered, the skill to block a fatal blow working its magic.
"Ravey is... losing." Little White held her fingers tightly together, watching worriedly, before she held her ears in shock, covering her face.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Nu'bella said, her eyes glowing with pride as she watched the topless Raven standing. His body bleedy heavily, but his neon blue eyes were so bright it caused her heart to race. "This is a true orc, man! The ideal Orc mate!"
The red-headed Knight leaned over, "Hey, was Nu'bella always this fucking weird!?"
The brown-haired Adam watched Andreas slowly walk forward with his sword pointing down, "Ah... only when it comes to her ancestor and now this guy, I guess... The old woman finally found a crush and forgot her father complex."
"By the way, Ashford, do you not hate Raven anymore?" Adam asked the Red-haired Knight.
"Mmmm.... not really, he's kinda cool and more my style of leader..." Ashford answered, watching as Andrea stabbed Raven's arm before taking a heavy right hook on the chin that seemed to daze him.
"You damn brute!" Andreas Yelled!
"BEING A BRUTE IS MY HOBBY!" Raven growled before grabbing Andreas, lifting him over his head before smashing him down onto his raised knee, repeatedly turning the area red.
With the 600th hit, Raven lifted him high, his body and muscles bulging subconsciously entering his half-manticore state, "This... is for stabbing me so many times!!" Throwing him far, Andreas screamed in pain as his back slammed against the wall with great force before tumbling onto the bloody ground.
Raven ran to him with his hand open and palm up, darkness building as the world seemed to black out.
Raven's hand closed as blood dripped from his arm. The room was empty except for a dying Raven, his head tilting sideways, looking at Andreas' dying form on the ground as his vision blurred.
"Did you think it was that easy?" A shadow in the form of Andreas appeared behind him, with his black sword held high. "In battle, the strongest one... always..."
"Beats the weak one," Raven muttered the finish.
"Wait." Andreas looked down as his chest lit up brightly, then turned white.
Raven's thick tail had penetrated Andrea's chest, leaving a gaping hole as the shadows vanished, and he crumbled to the ground, his skin peeling into grey flakes of ash. Raven watched the event happen.
Suddenly, a green orb, the Dread Lord's Soul, seemed to be pulled to him. It phased into Raven's head as heavy energy erupted like an explosion!
All the Dread Lords had vanished in the upper room, except the now rich Dante, who watched Raven's ascension with a smile, "Ah... Your father would be proud, for sure. I look forward to how much you grow, my little nephew. This is the last time I will help you." His fingers snapped, showing he held back many of Andrea's shadows as they were released inside the VIP room when he vanished.
"HE WON!!!!!" Little White began jumping up and down, dancing like a young woman despite her age.
Nu'bella let out a growl, nothing like her usual self as she seemed happy and excited; even Adam and Ashford cheered, while the other knights bitterly laughed, some of them with slight grudges towards Raven, but they enjoyed the fight and just nodded before leaving.
"Raven!! Let me clean your body!" Nu'bella yelled, rushing onto the arena floor where Raven was now half-naked and bleeding from many areas, most not having been dealt with yet as he was still accepting the Lord's ascension.
She placed her hand on his bare body, the bloody body seeming dark momentarily as the heavy injuries began to close slowly, and the pain receded rapidly. With each touch and contact, Nu'bella smiled as she continued molesting Raven in the guise of healing him.
The orc himself had no idea, as his eyes were filled with darkness as he was being baptised and taught the truth of the dungeon.
"Hey! Stop touching his crotch! There was no damage there!" Little White suddenly rushed down and flying kicked Nu'bella, who dodged it and continued to "clean" Raven's wounds.
"Hey, Adam..."
"What, Ashford."
"Why is he so big... I mean. I am not too bad myself, but this damn orc, it's stupid!"
"Hahaha... Shall we train hard to take him down?" Adam joked as the two, who had argued for hundreds of years, seemed to make a joint effort.
All because of Raven's crotch!
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