Chapter 46: 46.Escaping the Mirror Dimension (Part Three)
45.Escaping the Mirror Dimension (Part Three)
"Crimson Blood Technique." Vampika’s eyes swept over the dead body of 03. "Ten Million Vermilion Piercings." A smile crept over her face. She had won flawlessly, just as she expected. Her ability is supreme fluid control. It’s SSS rank, of course. Her techniques further boost the effect.
Immediately the battle started, she had already mapped out all the blood cells in his body. She simply manipulated their biconcave shapes into needles that pierced his body from within. An impeccable technique.
"Hihihihi, maybe I should go check on Delta. She seems pretty worn out," she thought. The earth beneath her feet began to rumble. Stone pebbles started to rise with an eerie green glow around them. 03’s body developed into a green, mucky fluid. His skeleton rose to its feet as if it were being pulled up by strings.
The green muck began to gather around his left hand, taking the shape of an eight-inch-long katana. His head turned mechanically towards Vampika. A green glow appeared in its eye holes that were once empty. "You really are something. I never thought I would have to turn over. Interesting!" 03’s voice carried. His voice was now distorted, as though he had no vocal cords.
"An undead. Hihihihi, and a skeleton knight no less." Vampika’s spirit energy flared in her moment of excitement.
The Undead race hailed from the Nether Realm, possessing high resistance and durability. They are basically immortal until purified by a shrine maiden or an entity with a purification-based ability.
Higher-class undead like skeleton commanders can wear flesh and possess blood. They can also turn over into their skeleton forms if they are killed in their flesh form. Their main abilities can only be accessed when they are in their undead form.
So right now, 03 was at his peak. His spirit energy surged forth, cracking the ground underneath his feet. He crouched against the ground. He zipped through the air with such speed that he closed the gap between them in an instant. Vampika stretched forth her hand, a blood spike forming within it.
Slash...
03 blitzed past her. Vampika’s arm rolled in the air slowly before it landed on the floor beside her. He severed Vampika’s arm completely. "You really are strong. I was aiming for your neck." He swung his blade, blood splattering on the floor. "But I guess I missed."
Vampika tilted her head back. Her crimson eyes glowed more than usual. "That arm is going to cost you dearly." The flesh around her armless shoulder began to enlarge. She regrew an arm with little to no effort. "Let’s see how many more arms you can regrow." 03 tightened his grip around his sword.
Clash...
They both lunged forward at each other. 03’s sword collided with Vampika’s nails. Their collision unleashed a gust that blew off the rooftops of the nearby buildings.
"I am well versed in close-range combat," he thought.
"Not to mention I have an ace up my sleeve. This battle will inevitably end in my favour." He grinned. 03 had established that Vampika had lost the upper hand given her current handicap. He was in his undead form, so there was no blood for her to manipulate within him.
"I am done with this!" Vampika’s voice carried. She leaped backwards. Droplets of blood flowed from her body. They gathered sparingly above the ground, taking the shape of an umbrella. It drifted into her hands. A light gust followed. Vampika’s eyes glowed with definitive brightness. All she felt at the moment was disdain towards 03. What business does a Goddess have with a mere glorified undead?
"What is this? How can this be possible?" Chills were sent down his spine. Undead are ranked from weakest to higher tier. But another rank of undead existed—the God-tier rank. None had ever managed to reach this rank nor seen any undead entity who had attained it. So it went down as a myth.
All his beliefs were shattered at this very moment. He was standing before the one and only God-tier undead in existence. Some called her the Saltar Witch, others the Empress of Velvon. But most knew her as The Crimson Blood Goddess—the one true God that presides over the Nether Realm.
"My eyes must be deceiving me. This cannot be possible. It must be a trick, yes, a trick." 03 lost his cool completely. He placed a hand over his skull, green eyes rolling haphazardly. His grip on the sword loosened. His hand began to shake. "Is this fear?" Undead were not supposed to have emotions, you say? Anything that has a soul possesses emotions.
He stood before a God. He had two
choices—either surrender or retreat. The latter was the best option in this situation. "Even if I surrender, will she spare me?" he thought. "No, I cannot abandon my pride." He gripped his sword. "I would rather die as a proud warrior than a coward." He lunged forward at her with everything he had. 03 infused his weapon with every ounce of spirit energy he had left.
Vampika did not bother to move; she stood still, patiently waiting for his attack to hit. "She’s underestimating me—that’s good." He thrust forward, green spirit energy coating his sword. "I will finish her in one fell swoop."
Clack...
His sword hit a dense material stronger than any shield he had ever encountered. But there was nothing there. No shield or barrier stood before him, yet his sword could not move any further. "What is happening?" He pushed. "Don’t tell me it’s just her spirit energy. How can an entity’s spirit energy be this dense?" He gasped.
"Is this all you have got?" Vampika’s spirit energy erupted. Its force flung 03 into a building.
"I am displeased with your display. It seems the undead have fallen?" Her voice carried. Her tone was more serious and defined. It was different from her usual playful tone. She carried herself with a distinct presence of supremacy.
She opened her palms slowly. Blood gathered, forming a crimson spear. It impaled 03, locking him to the ground. Vampika rose up to the crimson skies. She brought her umbrella forward. "Never you, in your next life cycle, touch the body of a Goddess." Numerous blood spears of different sizes filled the skies.
"Who the hell angered Vampika?" Hina gazed up at the sky.
