Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic - Book 4: Chapter 75: Pride

Scarlet

Without batting an eye, the undead kitsune lets out a laugh as he literally swats away each and every one of my attacks, making the whispers of my Sin of Pride grow louder and louder. And each time it happens, I feel myself growing angrier and angrier.

But unlike the last time this happened, I manage to narrow all of that rage down to just attacking him. I burn as much of my blood as I can, burn my own life energy along with the life energy I drain from him, drain my reserves of blood practically dry to the point that I even start draining all of the blood around us in the Battlefield of Blood and Ruin to power my attacks.

And yet, he still blocks all of my attacks with ease.

No matter what I do, nothing manages to even scratch him.

Not until I finally put in all of my strength, burning so much blood that an incredibly thick fog of red mist covers us with nothing but the lightning coursing through my body illuminating it as I take advantage of his most recent laughing fit to drive my head straight into his uncovered wrist, biting down with my transformed mouth. And to my surprise, my fangs actually sink in slightly, drawing naught but a little blood.

Blood that tastes absolutely disgusting, likely due to belonging to an undead.

But I still use it because I can sense the life energy filling the blood and absorb it all before spitting the disgusting blood back out in the undead kitsune’s face as I draw my hands back and bring them down towards his head.

Only for him to catch both of my hands with one of his own and lift me up into the air with a scowl on his face.

“You just bit me,” he states rather plainly, no emotion in his voice whatsoever. “You really just bit me.”

Then we stare at each other, him raising me to be just inches from his face, his pitch black eyes flaring once more to show the slit amber in the center as he narrows them to the point of a cat. And after several seconds, he breaks out into laughter again, moving me away from his face as I glare at him.

“You actually hurt me!” he exclaims, sounding happy and excited about this. Even as he throws me several dozen meters away, making me land while feeling my body completely lacking in blood due to my own burning of it, he continues speaking, “You are fun!”

His eyes widen with glee and he claps his hands while I struggle to climb back to my feet, hurriedly using the life energy I stole from him to recover my blood enough to do so. “You are soooo much more fun than I ever imagined!”

And right when I get back to my feet, I feel the air exploding out of my lungs as I’m sent flying from a fist hitting my stomach. All the way towards the miasma wall, the wall only barely stretching outwards when I get near so that it doesn’t kill me.

“Let’s play some more!” the lunatic shouts while appearing in front of me again and grabbing me by my hair to then send me flying again. Then he repeats this process over and over again, sending me flying all around the battlefield within the miasma barriers. But I just grit my teeth and deal with it, because there isn’t anything I can do about it right now with my blood as low as it is.

Aside from feeling my Pride taking one hit after another, increasing the volume of the whispers in my head and the absolute anger filling me.

“KILL HIMMMMM!!!” “DESTROyTHE Filthy LessEr FOX!!!!” “KiIIiIiLLlLLL!!”

I grit my teeth as the voices grow to the point that I can no longer hear the lunatic in whatever the hell he’s saying. I can’t hear anything except the voices. And that’s saying something considering that I can’t control the sensitivity of my ears right now and they’re completely unrestricted.

Although the miasma barrier is blocking me from hearing outside of it.

The voices continue growing louder and louder to the point that I can no longer even hear my own thoughts. Meanwhile the undead kitsune lunatic continues to throw me around like a ragdoll, yanking me by my hair, an arm, a leg, or even just kicking me or flipping me up into the air. All while his mouth and body motions make him look like he’s laughing.

But I still can’t hear him. All I can feel is the anger, the Pride coursing through me.

“TEAR IT TO SHREDS!!!” “RIP IT APaRt AND GIVE IT NO MERCY!!!” “SHOW IT THE POWER OF A BLOOD LYCAN!!!!!”

Who knows how long passes by as he continues kicking me, and eventually I feel I can’t even move at all from it. But thanks to Pain Diffusion, I still don’t feel an ounce of pain.

There’s nothing but the voices. But Pride.

A loud roar echoes over the voices, but I can only barely hear it. What I see however is the sight of the very air wavering at the roar. The ground shaking. Red lightning crashing down from the skies. And the barriers of miasma dissipating.

But it’s too late.

I finally lose it, my eyes flaring with a bright red light that has the undead kitsune pausing for a second before saying something. But I completely ignore whatever he’s saying as I focus inwards, feeling a pull on me to do so by my instincts and the annoying dinging sounds echoing through my head somehow over the voices.

I ignore the dinging and whatever messages or notifications it might contain that I feel guiding me despite my ignoring them as I focus inwards, finding a strange ability manifesting to look into my body itself. Into my blood.

And without hesitation, I pull on that sensation, finding my view immediately scattering everywhere.

“KIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL THEEEEEEEEEEE KIIIIIITSUUUUUUNEEEEEE!!!!!!!”