Blood demon leveling - 141 Strike force
“How was it, flying I mean?”
Julie took Mike’s hand and put it on her cheek as she nestled into it and answered
“It was lovely”
Mike nodded as he stroked her cheek, alas the moment was soon ruined as Mike received a mental message from one of his servants and hardened his look, Julie picked up on this and asked
“What’s wrong?”
Mike sighed and showed a wry smile
“It seems that they have found us, the Slaverunners I mean”
“I see, well that took them awhile”
“Yeah… Well then, what to do…”
Julie walked over and out of nowhere hugged him, Mike warped his hands around her and hugged her back as a red light flashed in his eyes, Julie asked in a tone laced with killing intent
“What should we do?”
“Kill them of course dear”
Julie nodded before she asked
“When are their forces arriving?”
“At sunrise”
“I see, then we still have some time”
“Yeah…”
Mike hugged Julie for a bit more before the two of them returned to the inn and slept in each other’s embrace…
A bit before sunrise Mike awoke, he sat up on the bed and stretched for a bit before he looked to his side and saw Julie sleeping nestled up to him like a kitten, he could almost not bear to wake her, but time was ticking and it waited for no one so he poked her cheek a few times until she awoke, Mike and Julie exchanged a smile before they got up and dressed for the upcoming skirmish, Mike looked at his leather armor for a bit before he bit his finger and spoke
“[Elder blood bestowal]”
A single drop of elder blood dripped onto the leather armor, as it landed it turned the area around it pitch black, that blackness spread out over the entire armor, Mike nodded and began putting his new and improved armor on, one he was finished putting it one he moved around a bit and found that it had become more flexible, thus he could move more freely while wearing the armor
“This will do”
“Are you ready Mike?”
“Yeah, let’s go”
The two of them were going to meet a strike force from the Slaverunners consisting of 5 level 7’s, 30 level 6’s and around 100 level 5 and under, on Mike and Julie’s side were the 56 horned werewolves, 13 clicking cats that had undergone [Elde blood bestowal] and around 20 non-evolved level 5 servants that mostly gathered information around the city for Mike, though they were mostly in reserve, as for the reason why Azroth was not counted in the line-up was simple, he wasn’t around at the moment, Mike had sent him on another mission
“Well then… Let’s do this”
“Yeah let’s get this done and go back to bed”
“Their camp is about 2 kilometers away from the city walls, let’s get ’em”
At Mike’s nonchalant comment the horned werewolves charged forwards quickly disappearing into the darkness outside the walls, Mike summoned his wings and flapped them once taking him into the air, Julie appeared next to him, and then the two of them flew ahead over the Slaveunners camp and hovered for a moment before Mike nodded to Julie and folded his wings in, below them the horned werewolves had already started the attack and tore into the enemy’s camp, the 56 horned werewolves slaughtered the level 5’s and 6’s like they were slaughtering baby lambs, there wasn’t any real resistance to be found as they clawed and bit their way towards the center of the camp, then finally the enemy level 7’s emerged from their tents and began churning their mana, though just as they emerged Mike and Julie arrived or rather fell from the sky, Mike zoomed down and slashed out with the knife cutting right through a level 7’s head, cutting through it vertically ending his life before he managed to deploy his barrier, Julie did something like that, except she cut stright through her body cutting her in half from the head down one of her legs to her toes, before she twisted her body to the side and kicked the body aside before she yelled
“Mike! Send 4 to me”
“Sure thing!”
Mike’s eyes flashed crimson as he heightened his control over 4 horned werewolves and sent them to cover Julie’s back before he kicked off the ground dodging a flame spear that was fired from one of the remaining level 7’s
“Jack! There are two of them! One of them is Mike, handle the bitch! I and Andrew got Mike!”
“Roger!”
“Got it!”
Mike sized up the two level 7’s that charged at him, one a burly man wielded a large hammer which he swung at Mike, while the other held back and fired off flame spells at him, he also managed to glance over at Julie and saw that a man with a sword faced off against her
“Don’t look away, brat!”
Mike dodged the hammer by tilting back slightly without looking at he still gazed at Julie
“You!”
“Andrew, don’t get too heated!”
The one with the hammer laid into Mike with the hammer, loud bangs sounded out as he missed Mike by paper-thin margins before he suddenly yelled
“[Aftershock]!”
Mike sensed something big coming and flapped his wings to dodge to the side as a rock spike suddenly images from the ground where he had just been standing
“Interesting!”
Mike locked eyes with the burly man for the first time in the fight as he finally drew the knife and cut his finger as he dodged back
“[Elder blood bestowal]!”
The drop of elder blood landed on the knife that began vibrating then it let out a scream of joy as a long vermilion transparent blade extended from the blade of the knife forming a scythe that looked as if it was made of blood, Mike grabbed the newly formed scythe and slashed out at the burly man that moved to block with his hammer
“No, Andrew dodge it!”
Alas the warning came too late and the blade of the Scythe hit the hammer before it seemed to turn liquid wrapping around the hammer as the hammer suddenly glowed with a vermilion light before the head of the hammer opened up showing numerous jagged ‘teeth’ and before anyone managed to react, the newly formed mouth bit down onto the head of the burly man and with a single ‘crunch’ the burly man went limp as he collapsed onto the ground, deader than dead
“Andrew!”
The fire mage gritted his teeth before he looked over and saw his other comrade being cut in half by Julie
“Shit! The Slaverunners will remember this!��
Then he attempted to flee, just as he did he heard a ‘click’ as something emerged from the darkness and bit down onto his shoulder, it bit right through the barrier that had formed around him and brought him down to the ground as the Clicking cat that had bit into his shoulder shook its head and tore off his entire left arm and shoulder, he let out a scream as blood splattered all over as he let out a scream that was cut short as the Clicking cat stepped on his back and pressed him into the ground, then another Clicking cat bit into his thigh and ripped off a leg resulting in another scream which once again was cut short as the first Clicking cat stamped down on his back, breaking his spine this time, then Mike walked over while swinging the newly acquired hammer around getting a feel for its center of gravity
“It’s terribly well balanced”
Then he swung it down on the head of the fire mage and like an egg being thrown at a brick wall the entire thing went… Well ‘spalt’
“And that’s that… Clean it up!”
Form there the 56 horned werewolves and 13 adult Clicking cats easily cleaned up the rest of the strike force, Julie walked over to Mike among the screams of pain and terror with a smile on her face
“What’s with the hammer?”
“His name is Mjølner”
“…”
“What? You don’t like it? It’s the name of the god of thunder’s hammer”
Julie sighed and looked at Mike that stroked the side of the hammer that seemed to be vibrating slightly like it was purring