Electus - Chapter 482

BLAM!

Fadil the Giant foot slammed his body down against the mud, causing a well categorized Earthquake.

Coming with an extra punch, although Rash didn’t get anywhere touched by Fadil, he became forced to fly thanks to some kind of strong punch of a wind captivating his lower body.

Tossed 7 feet away, Rash stands up under a blink of an eye since survival urges to not get crushed by this Gold enchanted foot.

Noticing that Fadil is too big to beat, Rash runs a few feet back and yells out. “Foot guy, we can find another way of understanding.”

Proceeding with the same attack, using his 15 meter long arms to leap his whole body forward and almost crushing Rash this time.

That same punching wind knocked the Goblin Demon off his feet, and so Fadil cites. “I’m afraid not, you must die. This realm is mine and I do not plan to die in what I created.”

Trying to reason, Rash jumps back again after standing up and shouts. “But I can’t kill you.”

C.o.c.ky this time, Fadil utters. “Obviously!”

“I think he means to double cross me, Fadil.” A feminine tone echoed behind the two.

Unwilling to turn around, Fadil simply and swiftly replies. “Get out of here, I’m busy with the nonsense you brought here.”

Having an urge to rip this demon minded lady in two, Rash glares at the woman floating 5 meters above the ground, behind Fadil and shouts. “Jaluuti, you are a coward!”

Not waiting for the two to have a debate here, the Giant foot swings his 15 meter long arm and strikes Rash right across the waist.

Tossing him 50 meters across the air, Rash feels like this is the end for him because although still in mid air he feels immobile after this strike.

GLUK!

TLUM.

SHKLK!

And so on the ground drummed as Rash’s body leaps from one point to the other.

That hit from Fadil has forced the little man to drift against the mud for 15 more meters.

Once slowing down, he wiggles his toes and understands movement, pointing that he has gained the ability to move thanks to those hard hits to the ground.

“This Realm is weird.” Rash whispers as he gives in effort to stand up.

Thinking about the foot’s long arm, an idea scrolled through Rash’s mind.

BUFF!

He sees Fadil land 10 meters away, swinging his arm after to crush Rash, plant him like wheat.

Dodging the swing by half a foot, Rash is swift to climb on the attacker’s hand and starts running up his arm like an ant.

Feeling it weird that a mortal actually manages to live long enough to crawl up his arm, Fadil twitches his arm and swings upwards trying to shake Rash off.

It worked… Rash made like a bird and flew once more, however this time higher than he ever did as Fadil has launched the man upwards.

Flying 20 meters up, taking just a few seconds to meet a harsh surface again, a burn as if someone’s pouring hot water on him, started blooming from his leg.

Of course quick with reflexes in order to escape pain, Rash rolls over, sits up and spots a Golden foot long spike to his left, although it isn’t one with his leg anymore.

“The hell is this? Your crown?” Rash whispers as stood on top of Fadil’s body, that’s where he was forced to land.

The spike looks thin in size, it’s not exactly spiked since it’s slim and dull, having 4 short branches that slightly bend to the side.

It’s a miracle how Rash got his leg off this thing.

“Don’t touch that!” Jaluuti shouts from a distance as she started flying towards the two.

“Aha… So this thing is important.” Rash whispers, grabbing the golden spike and trying to rip it off.

Strong by nature, Rash’s success proved transparent when the crown started bending to the right thanks to his pull.

Becoming too hot to touch, the crown takes a few seconds before it starts cracking, although still connected to Fadil’s body.

KRIYYYEEEEK!

The crown gave out a long ear piercing sound, forcing Jaluuti to fall down against the mud.

Covering his ears and at the same time laughing when that Spirit lady fell down, Rash felt a gentle tug on his collar.

Lifted off the top of Fadil’s body, Rash notices the gold like veins on the Giant foot here, slowly fade.

And as the Gold fades and makes its way down to the bottom of the foot where the thickest layer of gold is at, luscious black hair grows at a mass pace from the top of Fadil’s body.

His toes facing Rash, Fadil expresses. “You’ve helped me gain control of my realm, I couldn’t break this curse ever since she got here but now it is the time for vengeance to take its root.”

Hair captivating Fadil’s entire body now and the gold like veins forced out, Fadil takes a swing against Jaluuti with his 15 meter long arm.

The lady is knocked out for some reason but this will enhance that fact, as Fadil’s hit dug the lady a couple of feet underground.

Spotting the enemy’s body from here starting to disappear, Fadil once more captures Rash’s full attention. “I thank you for your help, take this as a token of my appreciation.”

Slapping the ground with both of his arms with Rash standing untouched in the middle. “Dead punch. With this blessing you can punch anyone you find as an enemy, from a safe distance of 10 meters.”

Taking no more of his time, Fadil cites. “Thank you for freeing my realm, whomever you are.”

…

“Get her!” Eric shouted, spotting Sekun taking a big leap towards Jaluuti.

Completely missing the enemy’s figure and landing on the ground chest first, her foot captures Sekun’s sight and so with thundering reflexes he swings his arm, sweeping Jaluuti against a close by tree before she managed to once again become Airborne.

Standing up and tip toeing towards her, Sekun bashes his arm against her throat, forcing the lady to stand still and to become in better relations with the tree she’s resting her back on.

Running towards her and getting a grip of the enemy’s shoulder, Eric lightens Fire on his left palm and threatens. “I will burn your face off, but you have the chance to live if you make one job easy for us. Where is the Calidum Lutum tribe?”

Although in no shape to counter attack, Jaluuti tongue still remains sharp as a blade. “I’m already dead you dumb f.u.c.k.”

“Then you will be dead dead. I so hoped that Fadil slapped your ass out of existence, but here you are.” Rash’s tone echoed behind them, as he approached the group.

Unwilling to argue with these men, Jaluuti quickly cuts to the deal. “I am the protector of the Calidum Lutum, might as well die die instead of leading you to them!”

Feeling it certain that it won’t backlash if he reveals more information to the enemy, Eric starts yelling in the urge to know more! “What do you mean you are the protector? I’m the King of a whole Calidum Lutum town! I’m the Golden Blood!”

Shocked, a tear forced open out of Jaluuti’s left eye as she uttered a question swift but heavy by tone. “Really? There are more?”

“800 of them.” Eric answers without a thread of fear, although noticing the sudden shock on Sekun’s face. Obviously this man doesn’t want his race endangered by this pain in the ass of a Spirit.

Letting go of Jaluuti’s shoulder, pulling out his Dagger and running the tip across his forearm, blood started dripping out of the young Electus’ arm as he once again states. “I’m the Golden Blood, if you really protect the Calidum Lutum then you must obey my word.”

Blood reached down the young boy’s fingers, and what’s in between from cutting point is giving out such an eye catching shine, yellow by colour here and there representing Gold.

The young boy’s blood stream has advanced furthermore towards a golden colour ever since he discovered it.

Back then it was barely noticeable but now at least 5% of the rivering blood painting his arm, is yellow.

Jaluuti can spot them easily, the colour is n.a.k.e.d to the eye. This can’t be an illusion, can’t be a trick either since no technology or magic can fake blood colour.

Anger indeed making confusion worse, Jaluuti starts yelling her emotions out. “How could there be more Calidum Lutum and how can a child like you be the Golden Blood? How can you be the King!?”

Almost soft enough to consider the enemy’s emotions, but not quite there. Eric waves for Sekun to let go, confident enough the young boy demands after. “I as the Golden Blood, as your King! Demand that you lead me to the tribe, I must speak with my people there!”