Brigante Ark - Chapter 183

“Look how the mighty has fallen,” Alastor said, leaping at the center of the stage of the floating debris.

“I admit, you two have beaten the army.” Dimiscus announced, “But do not take me lightly.”

“He’s right,” Noora added as she graciously hop out from the root carrying her on top. “The bastard is tougher than you think.”

Alastor scoffs, “No. I doubt he would last against the two of us.”

Dimiscus turned to him, “Is that so?”

“You can act tough all you want, but you’re not gonna fool me.” Alastor derisorily stated, “You’re at the brink of losing your mana.”

“Alastor,” Noora intercepted, “if I were you, I wouldn’t underestimate him. Deception is his forte.”

“I can see it, Noora. His mana is near depleted. I don’t what did you do this morning, but whatever that was, it took a huge toll on you.”

Dimiscus smirked, “Perceptive.” He commented. “For a man like you, you possessed a special set of eyes.”

“That’s not the only thing I can do, mate. I can cut you in half too.”

The mercenary initiated the move. Alator tosses himself forward, his sword flashing. The masked man blocked, jerked sideward, and leap backward.

It was then the sorceress blew him over, crashing against the floating concrete walls. Dimiscus managed to hang with his fire whip and threw himself, hopping from stones and slabs. His eyes caught a glimpse of Alastor using his walls to crashed over the afloat debris, hoping to catch Dimiscus.

It wasn’t a bad plan. Dimiscus thought of it. Alastor’s actions prove that he is more than meets the eye.

Seeing him, Dimiscus had some thought of what he should do. As he leap over, he caught debris, pulling it with great strength, directing the momentum to the pair.

Noora did not fail to hear the noise of the debris crashing to one another, like blocks, falling onto one another, a sense of consequence, only to that, the sequence was more fatalistic.

Noora cast a shield from here and there, preventing the fragments from destroying the stage they’re standing in.

Alastor on the other hand was more reactive than ever. His eyes narrowed behind the rubbles, ever so slightly. He found the man standing, watching over them in a distance.

His feet sprung, leaping over the piles of rocks and wreckages, pulling himself over and leading to climbing again by summoning his transcendent walls plastered flat in the air.

Dimiscus was there, patiently waiting for his arrival. Behind the mask appeared a mad contorted smile. If it came from rushing exhilaration or from fear, he doesn’t care. All now he wants is to test his might to this young man who appeared at his doorstep. He is without a doubt looking forward to it.

At one last step, Alastor brandished his sword in the air, cutting it down to him. It was, of course, parried by his opponent. He withdrew and the two exchanged series of attacks, dancing over as they leap over the piles of rubbles.

Dimiscus stole a quick glance at Noora as he evaded Alastor’s attack. And he led him to his back, pulled out his fire lasso, whipped in the air, dividing into many as it wrapped the piles of rubbles, and he pulled it towards Noora.

“Oh, hell no!” she profaned.

Noora began to conjure letters, moving and forming its positions, performing exclamation magic. Bolts of lightning appeared, ricocheting from one another and blasting the piles of rubbles.

Dimiscus action was with a consequence. A brief distraction is all it takes for Alastor to slash his torso as he came in front of, whizzing quickly and silently.

It would bring a sense of victory to him, certainly, but the moment he withdrew his eyes to his sword, it would raise his doubt to a reasonable pace.

“This is curious.” He muttered.

The blood that’s tainted on his sword was not the blood of a human, the befitting description would be an abomination. Gazing over the cesspool of blood, oozing out from Dimiscus’s body to the ground mixed in blue and green liquid.

“You’re not human anymore, are you?” Alastor asked, gasping.

Dimiscus smiled, “No. I have transcendent from primitive fleshhood.”

“No, you’re not. You became an abomination.”

“It’s what we call evolution. Time by time, for millions of years, humans have proven that they can be moved forward, realign their genetic structures by means of surviving.”

“But the only difference is that… yours didn’t come naturally.”

Dimiscus shook his head, “No. I forced it myself.”

“You just added my list of reasons why I should kill you.”

“You… kill… me? Do you hear yourself, boy?”

“You barely have any mana left. Your army has turned to ash. No monster left. No kingdom. Just a sad old man who cheated death for many lifetimes.”

“And I will continue to cheat her. No matter how hard you try, you will never stop me. You said earlier that I barely have mana left, right? You can only see what you chose to see. You can’t even feel the gravity of my power, boy.”

“We’ll see.”

Alastor sought to cut his leg, but Dimiscus parried his attack, effortlessly. And he flew.

Alastor chased him, yet he can barely catch up to him.

Dimiscus, was in fact targeting Noora. In his scope, the lady was open. Left attended by the debris falling over her.

“Noora! Watch out!” Alastor shouted.

But it was too late. Dimiscus had her throat wrapped in his fingers. His hands grasp on her throat, leaving without air, and her heart, once quickly beating, slow down in tempo.

Dimiscus strength would be enough to shatter glass or break a brick. He only need 4 seconds to break her throat, but Alastor swept in, cut off his hand, and blasted him away with his spell flamen.

Undeniably, the mistakes are in his calculations. Despite the tough position Alastor was put in, he is still resilient to weariness. Alastor’s entire state was rather proving to be more infuriating than he met him the first time.

Alastor followed the cut with a wide swing, but his moves were too predictable and open, leaving Dimscus an open door for him to slip in, blasted Noora with fire magic and retain his hand, attaching to his wrist as if it was nothing to be put on of some effort. But at that moment, he got it all wrong.

Alastor had already been enticed by Dimiscus regenerative prowess, hence, the moment Noora has blasted away and he slipped in, Alastor threw a scroll upward, just had Dimiscus at the center of the stage and to the scroll, releasing a binding spell, wrapping in white light that is equivalent 100 tons of steel. No matter how strong he is, there is no sense that Dimiscus would be able to free himself from the spell that Noora landed on Alastor.

Dimiscus stared at them, ever his narrow eyes slightly.

“What is this?!” Dimiscus reprimand. “This is factitious.”

Noora had gotten up to her feet. “Yes, it is. I had to use a coercive spell to transmute the shape and size of 100 tons of steel into a handful of rope. That is the reason why you’re on your knees and not stepping on my neck.”

Dimiscus snarls. “How is this possible?!”

Alastor flashed his sword on his neck, proving to him to stopped moving or he’d be dead. “Noora and I had possibilities how to contain you, this… is one of them.”

“This is preposterous,” Dimiscus replied.

“Oh, I’m telling you, you’re a pain in the ass. You see, Noora had told me about the times when the two of you fought, and each time, she felt that you were holding something back, not in techniques, spells, or magic, but in the level of power. A person like you who is approaching the level of an Ark Renevae and Arbiter is very alarming, yes, but Noora, who has a bigger brain than me managed to come up with a proper spell how to detained you,”

Noora added, “With Alastor quick thinking and proper judgment, the only way to immobilize you is to make bring the ceiling on top of your head.”

Alastor added, “A befitting crown for a king of serpents.”

“You got lucky,” Dimiscus commented.

“Yes, you are right, we are lucky. Lucky enough to suppress your movements to conjure any kind of spell that might put us in a perilous position and frankly, we’re glad you made it easy for us to restrain you.”

“Oh, dear, do not underestimate me. I will make sure to return the favor… both of you.”

Alastor kneeled on his level, “Yeah. We know what you are capable of. But lucky for me, whatever this holy power is surging in me I was able to suppress your strength for some quite some time.”

“And what about now?” Dimiscus asked.

Dimiscus knew very well what they were aiming for. He has not forgotten what he had done to the kingdom that Noora’s served from the continent of Carton, Raedav.

Noora place her sharp fan at the back of his head. “You’ll finally face justice.”

“You… judge me? You’re not less of a monster than I am, Noora. You have also committed some sins, similar to me.”

Dimiscus turned his gaze at Alastor as if telling him that there’s more than the pretty face that the sorceress is putting up, but he chose to ignore Dimiscus.

“Well, you have sins that exist long before mine, and I didn’t come to that resolution as an ultimatum, I will pay for it eventually,” Noora replied.

“So, to defeat a sinner, you have to become a sinner yourself.” Dimiscus smirked, “How poetic and stupid. You only proved that you’re a hypocrite, a pale version of myself.”

Noora’s eyes grew furious hearing his previous remarks, “Don’t you compare yourself to me! There is no sense in this universe of what you have done to innocent people!”

“Yes… yes, I agree. But what you are now?” Dimiscus asked, challenging her, “Don’t you think you’re overcompensating my sins to yours, you had committed the same sin, but a noble cause doesn’t exempt you from one. You are as dirty as me, Noora.”

Alastor turned his head on her, his eyes asking what did he mean.

“That’s what I’m waiting for.” Dimiscus words were meant for Alastor, “A person can lie, but his eyes cannot. You too are curious about her. Noora, would you like to do the honor of granting him the right answer?”

“Do not speak to him that way.” She replied to him with a hint of fury.

Alastor finally intervented, “What is he talking, Noora?”

“This is nothing you should be concerned about.” Noora dismisses him.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t like being kept in the dark, so stop lying to me.” Alastor’s words insisted, hard and firm.

“Well, that confirms it. You didn’t tell him how you were able to accumulate such loyal and obedient monsters.” Dimiscus inserted.

Alastor’s eyes grew sharper.

“I swear to you, this matter is not alarming as you think it is.”

“Well, the way Dimiscus put at it, I say it’s otherwise.”

Dimiscus who was wrapped in between them decided to put fuel on the fire. “Such man of your caliber, do you really think that a considerable powerful woman as Noora is capable of accumulating a grandiose army as you saw?”

“I don’t pretend I don’t know, but the two of you live for hundreds of years, so…”

Alastor knew that he was only deflecting from the truth, but believing in the enemy would be fatal to his cause.

“Humor me.” Alastor simply replied.

“Those undead knights, there is no way I would be able to reproduce them by just chanting dark magic. I had to do it in a dirty way. You see, if a person dies within the limbo, their soul doesn’t just evaporate and poof… gone to wherever they’re supposed to be, their souls are stuck in here, invisible to the eyes of the living, but I found a way to retrieve their souls and encapsulate them in their primitive, rotten bodies.”

“How? That should be impossible.” Alastor could only mutter those words for himself in disbelief.

“Simple, her,” Dimiscus pointed out Noora, “You see, Noora came from a specific and special bloodline of witch that is capable of capturing the essence of a ghost and trapped it inside of something.”

“You mean their remaining body?” he assumed.

“Technically, yes. But also, her people can seal them in anything they found suitable.”

“Is this true, Noora?”