Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king-Chapter 73: Untitled
-woosh
Rushing through the dark forest, Guillimans eyes remained trained on the beasts infront of him chasing down Morgan. Dispite their sized they were fast, extremely fast even.
If Morgan had been even a bit weaker, he would probably have succumb to one of them and died by stomping, his body crushed into tiny bits and pieces.
Fortunately, he was just fast enough to remain ahead of them throughout the chase, giving Guilliman ample time to catch up.
"Divide and conquer!!" Guilliman shouted at the top of his lungs before pulling out a small throwing knife with a strange inscription on it.
North
Summoning a wave of energy Guiliman pored arcane energy into the throwing knife and sent it out with full force of his body.
His original momentum plus the force behind the throw instantly forced the dagger to close the distance between him and the beast on the last leg then with a twist of his finger….
West
As if defying the laws of physics the dagger took and abrupt turn and out of nowhere struck the armored viazens directly in the eyes pericing directly into its skull.
It didn’t die however simply just falling to the ground and squirming from the intense pain in its eye.
-boom!!
The beast had been severely wounded and a part of its brain had been damaged, it didn’t know how to react as it convulsed on the ground. However after a few seconds it seemed to regain its senses.
Abruptly using its hooves as support, the beast stood up and looked in the direction of the young man on the back of a direwolf with its one good eye.
It was filled with hate and unquenching anger, it wanted to kill this little human.
The young man looked directly at it back not breaking his gaze for a second.
In the animal kingdom, staring back at something bigger and better than you was a direct challenge to its pride. It was blasphemous!!
In the next moment, he summoned a sword out of thin air and rushed towards it at full speed showing that he had not a single ounce of fear for it.
-woosh
Weaving to the side, Guilliman used the ghosts agility to narrowly sidestep the viazen using his sword to slash at its side repeatedly.
Dispite its thick amour, Guillimans sword was able to
Leave several marks on its hide. The nature of the Swordhorn cleaver was mainly offensive, against a defensive opponent it was at its finest.
-roar!!!
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The beast roared in pain, twisting its body to attempt ramming Guilliman through with its mighty horn. But Guilliman was too fast and nimble atop ghost.
With a single sidestep he was already on its flank delivering another volley of slashes an Peirce attacks.
The speed of ghost and his personal skill allowed him to harass this beast to death.
[Ding you have slain black-back viazens
+20 Gene points ]
[Updating stats
Name: Gilliaman Naldir
Rank: Level 5
Gene: 120/1000 (Yellow)
Class: Soul king
Sub-class- Arcane scribe
Affinity: Wind, Ice, Arcane
Agility: 120 Power: 181 Stamina: 200]
"Hmm, no beast echo again" Guilliman couldn’t help but smirk bitterly.
Not only did killing scared beasts give less yield than it did prior to him entering yellow, there seemed to be a lower chance of getting beast echoes also.
"Maybe it’s this god forsaken place" Guilliman muttered, ever since they crossed through that portal, he hadn’t gotten even a single echo, it really made him feel stagnant…if not that Jemie had received that bow, he would have assumed that the beasts here didn’t drop anything.
After lingering for a few seconds in disappointment, Guillimans mind finally drifted back to why he was actually here.
"Shit!!" He cursed Turning ghost around and running in the direction where morgan had been chased down by the other viazen beast.
He had no idea what just came over him. That guy Morgan was just so forgettable that he didn’t even realize he should be rushing to go help him.
Following the trail of the beast, Guilliman soon came to a clearing in the middle of the forest where he a Rocky Mountain right next to a slope that led downhill.
On the side to the mountain, a dead Viazen corpse could be seen laying on the ground, a bleed coming out from its ear and its eyes rolled up into its head.
"That…" Guilliman paused then panning his vision to the unassuming young man named Morgan who sat on the ground looking at the beast with laziness in his eyes and a ripped sword in his hand.
"Hey, are you good?" Guilliman approached the young man and asked seeing him in a daze.
"Ehn? Yeah I’m good, why do you ask?" Oblivious to Guillimans concern, Morgan asked, why wouldn’t he be fine? He was sitting before him alright wasn’t he?
"Well, you don’t strike me as someone cable of killing a knight code sacred beast by yourself is all" guilliman was straightforward. The kids steps were sloppy, the way he held the ripper even was bad form.
To achieve such a well timed, precise and deadly strike, he would need all this and many more. Even Guilliman firmly believed he couldn’t do this?
’What is this a strong pretending to be weak thing?’
Guilliman smirked, however, he also didn’t believe that this kid was pretending, he really was inexperienced.
"Ohh, that? It tripped, look at the hind limb" pointing to the beast, Morgan smiled:
Indeed, the hind limb had stabbed when it attempted to come down the slope with Morgan and fell to its back.
"Ohhh, I see, that mallee sense" Guiliman couldn’t help but nodd.
"Did you get an echo?" Guilliman asked in passing.
"Nope, this godforsaken place seems to be devoid of those" Morgan replied as he stood up and walked side by side with Guilliman as the proceed to go back to where they came from.
They still had two other preys to stalk and kill after all.
