Ultimate Level 1-Chapter 418: A Weapon Named
Chapter 418: A Weapon Named
Chapter 418 - A Weapon Named
The bell sounded, and Max made his way to the area he knew had a teleporter in his box.
It felt weird, standing in the white-walled room, listening to the sounds of the spectators that filled the arena Igarra had constructed.
A countdown was displayed on the screen, each second ticking by slowly as he waited.
Finally, only a minute remained, and the sound of the stone door appearing and moving alerted him to the presence he knew.
Surprise came as both the dark elf and vorpal bunny walked through side by side.
“Max… the time has come,” Jazzjak said as his nose twitched. “I wish you luck in today’s fight.”
He could see there was a well-practiced mask now keeping any emotion but the slightest shifting of his nose. Like the first time they had met so many months ago, the rabbit was experienced with the need not to give away how he felt.
He tried not to smile too much at the outfit the rabbit wore. A yellow jacket with green embroidered designs covered his chest, and a pair of shimmering black pants seemed almost alive with every movement of his body.
“I shall send you to the arena floor when the timer ends,” Quilazmore informed him as he moved to where the portal would appear. “No matter what happens, know it has been an honor.”
“And my friends?”
The dark elf’s lips curled slightly into a smile and then vanished, the briefest display of something Max often struggled to read.
“Can find a way from here… provided they were to leave quickly.”
Holding out his hand, Max smiled.
“Thank you.”
Clearing his throat, Quilazmore hesitated a second before shaking it and then pointing at the spot on the floor Max needed to move.
“Any information about what I’m going to be fighting in?”
Both of the ones he had called friends glanced at each other, and then Jazzjak hopped a little bit closer.
“A wasteland. Good luck, Max.”
Without another word, the vorpal bunny hopped out of the room, leaving the dark elf dressed in an all-black outfit.
“Remember,” Quilazmore said as he watched the clock, the last three seconds about to be gone. “No matter where we are, someone is watching.”
He snapped his fingers, and the portal appeared beneath Max, and the crowd roared.
***
Standing there, he laughed, not caring what Kazrak or the crowd must have thought as he gazed at the arena area they would fight in.
You were absolutely correct. However, I wasn’t expecting white dirt.
It’s better for the crowd. Blood should show up with ease.
“Do you find my appearance humorous?” his opponent shouted, his voice carrying across the fifty yards that stood between them.
Shaking his head, Max just smiled. “No… though a metallic wolfkin isn’t something I had ever imagined gazing upon.”
“I am not,” Kazrak growled, “a wolfkin! I am one of the few who are a descendant of my god, Liulfr! He is the one who told me I should come here and claim this world for him. Soon, many more from my pack shall make this place our home and transform this world into one the strong thrive on!”
He seems like a fanatic…
If his god told him to come here… this has piqued my curiosity. To think that they directed his path here makes me wonder why.
Groaning, Max tried to ignore the sensation coming from Bob as his skill seemed enthralled at the idea that some god or gods were taking part in this world for a specific reason.
“Tell me, if I offered you a truce and told you all I seek is the protection of those of this world and not requiring so many to die, would you accept it?”
A howl that he knew was laughter carried across the patch of white dirt. The large metallic body, which Max now realized had only a loincloth covering any part of his fur, shook like real fabric.
“What kind of coward calls for a truce unless they see that which stands before them is too much to overcome!?”
The fifteen-foot-tall opponent did look intimidating even without him holding any weapons yet. Still the way in which he talked and the attitude he took was not what Max had expected.
“No Kazrak, I just prefer not to have to kill any more than I have to. Unlike some, I don’t enjoy ending the lives of others unless I must. Just ask Igarra… oh wait… you can’t because I killed her.”
A scowl formed on the wolf’s face as he glared at Max. Even his eyes were silver. Sharp metallic teeth seemed to be grinding together from the noise from his sonar skill.
“She was a fool, and I am not one,” Kazrak replied. “Now then, are you ready so that I can end your life? Entertain me, and I shall allow your friends to leave this world mostly untouched.”
The snarl that had appeared was evident from this distance, and Max felt the fire that had been burning in his chest flare up.
With his weapon appearing in his hand, Max tapped the butt of the shaft against the ground, seeing that it took his full strength and didn’t seem to buckle or give way under his strike.
That will minimize the damage done to this environment. It seems they prepared for that.
Kazrak motioned with a hand, and then both of his axes appeared.
“The time has come! Everyone make some noise for the one you placed a bet on!”
Max was surprised by just how much sound made it through the barrier, and he looked up to see that every spot was filled.
The number of spectators watching today appears to be far more than last time.
With his new skill, Max could hear his name and Kazrak’s being shouted from all around.
“Our Champion Lord Kazrak has withstood every challenger without breaking a sweat! Can he repeat this against Ifrit!? There is only one minute left before the fight that over five thousand worlds are currently watching will begin! Finish placing those bets!”
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A timer appeared, and he ignored it, not needing to watch it, his mind already knowing exactly when it would end.
The spot where he stood prevented him from moving. No matter what he tried it wasn’t something he could break free from, and using either Blink or Demonic Teleportation to attempt to do so wasn’t going to help.
Rules… but we’re ready for what comes next.
We have all the time in the world.
Standing there, preparing to fight for his life and the lives of his friends, Max felt a calm come over him.
He rolled his eyes as Kazrak roared and snarled at him, both axes twirling around the wolf’s sides.
With just ten seconds to go, Max started to laugh, still standing there like he was going to take a walk through a park. The slightest shift in his opponent's stance came as the announcer made his final announcement.
“The time has come! Whose blood shall stain this ground!?”
Max made his first move as the last seconds were about to tick away.
[ Name Weapon - Sunder - Selected ]
[ Confirm Weapon Name - Sunder ]
[ Y/N ]
Max selected yes mentally and smiled as the notification appeared.
[ Sunder has been crafted. A weapon of Legendary Quality has been born. ]
His weapon shimmered, light erupting from it, and Max held it slightly forward, watching as Karzak reacted to both its appearance and the notification.
Max’s other action was his left hand slicing his right arm open.
[ Demonic Summoning ]
Blood gushed from the wound, and time slowed, the cascading effect of the kaleidoscope forming again.
The fiery rune that appeared midair before him seemed smaller, still the same and as its flames died down, a purple door formed before him. Max could sense something different.
Is he okay? Everything seems the same but… almost like a shadow of its former self.
We are about to find out. The door is opening.
According to Bob’s words, the door swung open, revealing the same throne room as last time.
Standing before the door was a misshapen beast, a collection of sewn parts of various demons.
It took great effort not to wince, seeing the rope-like sutures that held the pieces of flesh together. Another set of purple ropes was wound all over, apparently supporting the abomination.
“Maaaax.”
A shudder ran through his spine, the recognition that Sog’thollech’s voice had come from the three mouths scattered over the body.
“Are… are you okay?”
Slowly the demon shambled forward a few steps, the seven eyes all moving about as it took each step.
“I am alive… barely… Are we…”
Each pained set of words seemed to take effort as the demon stopped on the threshold, turning slightly and peering past the domain.
“No… please… do not make me venture forth… I will not survive against him.”
“Kazrak?”
“Yes… he is… strong. I couldn’t damage him. Nothing I did… he played with me… Thankfully, he didn’t destroy my core. I managed to escape death, but it cost so much. For a whil,e I shall be like this… I need more time before I can… venture safely from here.”
Max didn’t care that he was approaching the portal that connected their two worlds, coming to a halt just a few feet from where his ally stood.
“Stay there then. Can you answer my questions about Kazrak? Is there anything you can tell me?”
Sog’thollech shuddered as he stood there.
“I do not… hopefully that blade of yours will do something. Mine did not. His axes are cursed. A weakness effect. Each cut adds another decrease. Soon, I could barely stand…”
Wincing, Max could sense Bob reacting as well.
If we are cut too many times, things will get increasingly tricky if I cannot purge the effect.
Which may take a while.
“How long did they last?”
A guttural chuckle followed by a groan and wheezing came from the demonic mass.
“I did not have a chance to see how long they were active. To him, I became a play toy. Something he kicked around till he was done, showing off to all who were watching the ease with which he defeated me.”
Max stood there, frustrated and anxious as he considered what he was learning.
If I get cut and the debuff hits, then what? Run?
That might be our best bet, given that we are in a limited space and all that matters is winning, no matter what the cost.
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Can you resist the effect like you have with all the other abilities that have attempted to drain our power?
Without first experiencing it, I don’t have an answer to that. I would say yes if I knew it was weaker, but from what Sog’thollech tells us, it does not appear so.
His friend stood there, eyes darting all over, wheezing occasionally.
“Your skill… Bob. What is he saying?”
Clearing his throat, Max tapped the section of his arm that had healed.
“Don’t get cut, hope he can cleanse it if we do, and try not to die.”
Sog’thollech shook his head and for a moment it looked like he would tip over.
“This is not the time to play or joke. What you are facing is dangerous for different reasons. Part of me thinks that he could possibly have defeated Igarra.”
“Are you certain?” Max asked, fully aware of how his face didn’t hide his shock.
“If he could withstand the fire and attacks, all he would need to do is cut her. If he could stay close and continue to land strikes that injured the beast, I have no doubt he could win in time. Even worse, I’m certain he has other talents and skills, none of which I was worthy of seeing.”
Massaging his eyes, Max nodded and took a few steps back.
“Thank you, my friend. Be safe and try to heal. I’ll reach out when this is over.”
A groan came as Sog’thollech backed up slowly.
“I always enjoy your outlook on life. Thank you again for not forcing me to die. Twice now, you have proven that you see me as a friend. For that, I have no way of repaying you right now. Perhaps one day I can.”
Waving his hand, Max shook his head.
“Friends don’t owe each other. Until next time.”
As the door closed, Max lowered himself slightly, transforming his weapon into a sword and summoning his shield.
“I’m ready to dance, Bob. Don’t let me down.”
