Book 4: Chapter 95: The Long Game

Book 4: Chapter 95: The Long Game

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I feel absolutely nothing as Pain Diffusion takes away all of the pain as the nightshades claws cut a large chunk straight out of my back and through around my side. But on the other side of the coin, Blood Retribution and Bloody Thorns leave the nightshade screeching in pain as it hurriedly rushes back again while trailing along a trail of bloody steam. And after just half a minute, my wound fully heals, leaving me back to searching for the nightshade.

This could work.

Considering how much the nightshade slowed down after that attack in terms of its rate of attacking in general, its either wounded and recovering slowly, or its smarter than I thought it would be. But despite that, I continue to use Blood Retribution against it every time I sense it coming in for an attack, even if its too fast for me to dodge. And every time it lets out a screech of pain.

But at the same time, I know this wont be enough to kill it. At most Ill be making it anemic. Not killing it.The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

Especially a nightshade, whose blood is special in that its body doesnt necessarily need blood to run at all times. Sure itll die eventually without blood, but it can last quite a while without it.

A random fact I learned at the university back when I actually went that I never thought Id need to know.

Not sure how that works exactly though. Dont really care either.

The two of us continue our little dance with the creature very gradually slowing down its speed. Almost to a point that I can actually keep up with it.

By now though, the creature seems to be beginning to summon fewer and fewer shades to help it. Likely a sign that its mana is starting to run low so its preserving it.

I on the other hand manage to use a mana potion to restore my mana, giving me an edge over the nightshade who is too-

My thoughts are interrupted when I see a flash of blue light shining from amidst the shades, following which more shades appear.

Oh.

You spoke too soon, Tar comments.

This process continues on for what feels like hours as I gradually restore my life energy while trying to save up my mana a bit too. Because mana potions have a limit. A limit I know all too well.

From my judgement, I should only be able to use a few more mana potions, and if this battle continues to drag on, I might end up in even worse shape than the last battle. Mostly because I wont have Gramps here to heal me since he cant exactly come to Earth.

And even if I ended up winning the battle through that, its not exactly worth dying. It would be like winning the battle just to lose the war.

After all, what would the humans do without me at this point? Theyd lose the war even with that one month window.

Gramps would be pissed too.

Oh, and Satan would probably be dead via angry Gramps.

Good to see you havent changed much since you fell unconscious, Tar says, sounding vaguely amused. Then he adds, And Im glad to see you actually have a sense of self-preservation now. Sorta.

Yep.

Also, Im very much not looking forward to when I have to feel all this pain later.

Its your fault for fighting like that, Tar says with a snort.

Blame Gramps for making the fighting style like this.

No, I blame you for your skill set, Tar retorts, making me smirk as I duck under an assassination attempt by the nightshade that goes straight for my throat. Something it started doing when it was losing strength in its attacks and seems to be panicking, rushing to kill me. And making its attacks more sloppy.

After a few seconds of pursing my lips in thought, looking at my total mana that is just a bit above 70%, and dealing with the surrounding shades, tearing them to shreds, I eventually jump backwards and let out a roar.

I can recover with a potion after this.

So lets see how it deals with Blood of Ruin.