Chapter 410 A-A Demon!

"Huh?"

The elves inside the temple already knew something strange was happening outside after one of them went missing while patrolling. Still, they never expected the enemy to be right before them!

"Enemy! Prepare for battle!"

It was surprising how fast those elves entered a battle formation, none of which mattered because Arthur was there to fight to kill!

He moved his hand, and the crimson-red spear in the elf's torso flew back to him. Arthur looked back to the corridor where he came from, and all the rank-one mages were moving toward him, blocking his escape — not that he would need an escaping route. It was them who should be running away from him!

"The real fight is against the rank two mages, but I cannot let the others get in my way," thought Arthur.

There was no way the rank one mages would threaten him, but blocking their attacks while fighting against the rank two mages would be annoying, so Arthur wanted to deal with them as fast as he could.

How would he deal with all the elves? Well, deadly spells were not something the Blood Monarch was short of. Arthur had mastered plenty since the first day he started to train with his avatar, and one of them would do well in that terrain.

"Blood Tide!"

Arthur cut his arm with his claws, and a few drops of his blood turned into a vast tide, like a red ocean made of blood! All the mages came through a corridor, meaning they had no way to run.

The Blood Tide swept across them, and different from water, the moment the blood touched their bodies, they would dry out, turning into a mummy, and the blood from their bodies would increase the power of the tide, making it go faster and faster!

"M-Monster! Demon!"

They screamed after seeing how mighty the Blood Tide was, but nothing would come to save them, no matter how hard they cried. It was bad luck that they came across Arthur, someone who did not care about their lives.

"Well, you had it coming by performing black magic anyway," he thought.

With just one attack, almost all the rank-one mages were dead. The few who survived fled, but Arthur would surely go after them after he was done.

Now the real fight began against the rank-two mages!

There were ten in total, and even though their number was far superior to that of Arthur, they were all scared after witnessing the Blood Tide.

It was a powerful attack that should not belong to a rank-two mage — at least not an ordinary one — so they recognized Arthur as a threat to them.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of the rank-two mages asked.

"Me? You should be the one telling me that! You are doing black magic, so it is normal for a demon to show up eventually, right?" Arthur said with a smirk, sending shivers down the spine of those elves.

"How do you know about that? And how did you enter this place? Only those with permission can pass through the barrier! And you don't look like one of the prisoners!"

"Cut the talking, and let's fight!"

Arthur guessed they were talking to buy some time, and why would he give them that chance? So, he flew toward them with his red mantle, wielding his spear.

The way he fought was akin to a warrior, and his speed would make the life of the long-ranged mages a problem.

One of the elves started casting his spell the moment Arthur made his move, but he was so fast, flying using his red cape, that the elf could not finish his incantations before a spear pierced his heart, killing him instantly.

"One down, nine more to go," thought Arthur, but when he was ready to go toward the next one, a vine came from the ground, locking his legs.

"Now! Thorn Spear!"

Many thorns came from the ground, merging, forming what looked like a giant spear made of thorns, flying toward Arthur as fast as lightning!

There was nowhere for him to run, as some vines had locked his legs, and if he focused on destroying the vines, he would not block the upcoming attack.

So, Arthur put the crimson-red spear in front of his torso, using it to block the thorns.

The attack's impact was too powerful, but it was still something Arthur could block — all thanks to his spear of legendary quality.

It still hurt, with pain flowing through his entire body, but Arthur did not get hurt, so it was a good sign.

Yet, the elf who cast the thorns was not surprised and had a smile on his face.

"You are dead now, demon!" he said.

That first attack was just a decoy for the next one, which Arthur could not block. It came from behind his back, a green arrow twice the size of an adult human!

"I am fucked!"

Arthur tried to twist his body to face the arrow and block it, but it did not work, and the arrow pierced through his torso, obliterating his plate armor.

A lot of blood spurted from his torso, creating a mess inside the room of that temple. Arthur's vision blurred for a moment, and his head became fuzzy. Things weren't looking good for him.

"What will you do now? Can you still fight hurt like this?"

The one who shot the arrow was making fun of Arthur. He was right, though, because it would be hard for Arthur to win against nine rank-two mages while being that weak, but he would take as many as he could with him!

"I will start with that one."

With the blood Arthur lost, it was more than enough for him to cast multiple spells, and so he did!

An armor of blood formed around his body, giving him a layer of protection now that his plate armor was a wrecking mess. It also covered his spear, making it more deadly.

"You cannot win with only this," the elf who shot the arrow said, but something strange happened.

The nails from his hands and feet fell, and his skin started to itch.

"What is this?"

Arthur smirked and said, "only a curse. Don't worry; I will not give you a quick death."

The elf's skin was itching so much that he started to rip it apart, trying to scratch it. But, as he did not have his nails anymore, it was not working as intended.

"Help, help," he yelled, and one of the elves close to the man tried to do so, but then he also got the symptoms.

When the other elves realized that, they went in the other direction, away from the infected ones, and they even used some of their spells to make sure the two infected elves could not move.

The third symptom was bubbled on the remaining parts of their skin, which then exploded to destroy everything with only their muscles remaining.

As for the last part of their terrible death, all the organs inside their body liquefied, and they threw them up!

It was horrifying! Arthur was all hurt, but the other elves wanted to avoid fighting him after witnessing such cruel methods.

"A-A demon!"