DEMON KING ASCENSION SYSTEM - Chapter 202 - 202 The ’Attack’

202 The ‘Attack’

Although the horizontal line formation most likely would not stay intact for long due to the simple-mindedness of the demons in front of the horde that would sooner or later change the direction of where they were moving, closing off the horizontal line into half a circle before merging back with the other demons from the middle of the horde as they chased after Blake, the current status quo was enough for Blake to do what he wanted.

It had given Blake the chance to go into a more personal distance with the scrawny jet-black necromancer without having to be worried about the hundreds of demons in its army.

Blake would be dealing with a few dozen demon mages, but he was more than ready to use his rune formations to deal with them.

Before Blake did a 180 degrees turn and dived towards the necromancer directly, Blake continued moving forward, slowly bringing the horde to the other side of the forest where a certain demonic gorilla was ready to wreak havoc among them.

With the forest’s covers, Robus would be able to relatively deal with smaller numbers of demons at a time. And if the other demons in the horde had somehow caught up and regrouped, Robus could just simply leap away, using his powerful legs to easily went past the obstacles that the forest provided, something that the demon horde that was only capable of running would not be able to do.

Blake continued flying forward until he heard the familiar roar that Robus released whenever he went into a fight. Although he could essentially speak with the gorilla now, translating Robus’ growls and roars into audible words that he could understand, the roar that Robus released before a fight did not have any words contained in them.

All Blake knew was that his best friend was pumped up to pummel some demons into a paste. And he would also do his job while Robus was slowly thinning out the number of demons.

Once again jerking his body, abruptly changing the direction of his flight, Blake now flew straight in the necromancer’s direction instead of leading the horde to go where he wanted.

The demon mages that were relatively dormant when Blake flew way past them, had now become active again when they sensed Blake coming into their range of fire. Each of the different demon mages drew their own runes, but all of them were directed towards the same target, which was the flying Blake that was still holding onto Cyra by her waist.

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As if not wanting to be outdone by the demon mages that tried their best to attack someone who had attempted to hurt their master, Cyra also did her best, creating dozens of fireballs, albeit weaker ones due to the sheer quantity, to target those demon mages that tried to hurt his brother.

Even though the fireballs that Cyra created were less powerful than the fireballs that she had thrown at the horde earlier, the sheer amount of the fireballs made up for the lack of quality. And the many fireballs were actually more effective now as her goal was to either cancel off the demon mages’ spells by impeding their drawing runes or simply weaken the spells that they had cast by throwing her fireball straight into the spell.

Being a variant that could essentially control the fire elements with only her thoughts, Cyra did not need to waste a single second drawing any kind of runes. A wave of her hand and that all it took for her to create half a dozen fireballs. And with several waves, she had created enough fireballs to target the demon mages below her. Creating about double the number of fireballs for each demon mage as she could not necessarily aim each of them precisely due to the distance between her and the number of enemies.

And her plan did work. Some of the demon mages that took longer to finish drawing their runes had their runes crumble when the dark flame fireballs hit their body, particularly their eyes, blinding them, or straight up hitting their hands, causing their hands to tremble and messing up the precise shape of the demonic runes.

While the other demon mages that could draw their runes faster succeeded in manifesting their spells into the world, fireballs soon greeted their newly birthed spells, either destroying them completely when it was a water-type, darkness-type, and fire-type elemental spells or weakening them greatly if it was an earth-type or a wind-type elemental spells.

The dark flame that contained fierce fire and darkness elements was able to overpower the ordinary fire and darkness elemental spells while the water elemental spells were simply not strong enough to resist Cyra’s flame that came from her innately fiery nether, erasing them from existence.

The earth and wind elemental spells fared better as they were not instantly snuffed out right when they had just manifested, but their power was weakened greatly, not even able to go past the twenty-meter mark before the elements dispersed back into the environment.

Cyra had alleviated a lot of burdens that Blake was supposed to deal with, but that did not mean that he did not have to do anything either. As effective as Cyra’s fireballs were, she couldn’t get all the demon mages. Some of them had successfully cast their spells and thrown their spells toward Blake.

But Blake was not a pushover. Using his wings to dodge as many spells as possible and casting a darkness barrier spell with his right hand to defend against the ones that would be troublesome to dodge, Blake quickly burst his way through the bombardments of spells, heading straight to the scrawny jet-black necromancer in the middle.

With the darkness barrier maintained, Blake made sure he didn’t lose the grip on his right hand as Blake now already had two wooden cubes in it, ready to activate and throw them when the time was right.

And now was the right time that he was waiting for. With the first volley of attack had been mitigated by his and Cyra’s combined effort, Blake send his nether into them and threw the two wooden cubes inscribed with demonic runes into his left and right, aiming them a few meters beside the right and left side of the necromancer.

Due to their small sizes and the abundance of nether going awry in the environment with spells constantly being cast and nether spikes appearing here and there, both the wolf nor the necromancer weren’t able to detect the two glowing cubes flying in their direction, letting the cube flew and land on the ground a few meters to his sides.

But now that the two wooden cubes had landed and the rune formation had been activated, there was no way the wolf and the necromancer would not recognize them.

Shaking the ground beside the necromancer, the spells contained inside the rune formation then manifested themselves. The shaken ground shot up into the sky, growing tall as two Robus-tall walls of dark earth protruded from the ground, isolating the wolf and the necromancer from the demon mages that were outside of the dark earth walls.

The wolf and the necromancer were taken by surprise by the unexpected rune formation that came out of nowhere, but the one who threw it was more than ready to use the opportunity that his rune formations had proved him.

Blake had thought of the spells that he would be using to deal with the necromancer, or in this case, the wolf as the wolf was the sole reason the necromancer had even survived his dark flame bullets earlier.

The wolf was incredibly fast, fast enough that it could probably dodge almost all of the spells in Blake’s arsenal if Blake had shot his spell without any prior preparation to get the wolf into a disadvantageous position.

With its bloodline power, it would even be possible for the wolf to turn the tide and be the one attacking him instead if Blake was careless. And a paralyzing bite from a wolf that was half as huge as Robus could only result in him being in a half-dead state if the wolf continued injecting its paralyzing lightning into Blake’s body.

It would only require the wolf enough time to chew on his dark earth armor and enough nether to keep up paralyzing Blake’s body to prevent him from moving so that the wolf could bite his head off.

In none of the two instances whether Blake went close enough without any plan and was paralyzed by the wolf or if he just threw a random spell that the wolf could easily dodge, he would not be wasting the opportunity that he created and creating a chance for the wolf to fight him back. He needed to do something else.

If Blake wanted to cast any spells that could guarantee the wolf was not able to dodge his attacks, more preparations were needed. And in a position where he nose-dived towards the necromancer and the wolf at such great speed that he was only a couple of ten meters away from reaching the duo, more preparations were not something that Blake could really afford to do.

And that was why he decided on this particular ‘attack’. The attack was essentially undodgeable, at least that was what Blake had learned from his experience using it so far. It could go through solid objects as if it was a ghost, and it moved fast enough to rival his darkness bullet.

Blake had thought of this possibility when he first laid his eyes on the necromancer and he wanted to use this ‘attack’ on the necromancer.

Despite the necromancer that looked unsightly with its skin and bones built, that would not be enough for Blake to neglect the necromancer’s might.

From having a huge army of demons numbered in the hundreds if not thousands that would charge forward without hesitation following his every command, to having dozens of demon mages that would cast their attack spells to whoever he pointed his finger to, then to having a demonic wolf that could become his feet, saving him from dangers and attacking back someone who got close enough to him, Blake couldn’t help but think how amazing it would be if he had that kind of power for himself.

And that was precisely why, the attack that Blake had chosen to target the necromancer, was none other than his own bloodline ability.