Chapter 932 Battle of the Strongest
The moment Vicente attacked the first of the four Archmages, Demien''s eyes widened in anger at the audacity of his opponent to pretend to attack him in order to act against the other vampires.
"Vicente Fuller!"
He shouted as thousands of bat-like creatures appeared in the air around him, each emitting bloody, murderous intent.
Rotting bodies, long dead in this area, rose from their eternal resting ces.
But while Demien''s power was at work, Vicente''s powers were also working on the ground, as metallic creatures, under the power of the Metallic Symphony, sprang into action.
Vicente already understood how the basics of Demien''s innate powers worked. The moment the bats and the corpses appeared, each of them already had enemies to fight.
At the same time, Minos ensured the demise of the first of the four vampires, using a teleportation device he had developed against this dead vampire.
Over the past few months, Vicente had created teleportation devices and special altars around his territory, where he would send the bodies of superior vampires.
His n was to kill as many of these beings as possible and send their precious bodies to his allies!
Using the mana he absorbed from the three temporarily immobilized 6th stage vampires, Vicente watched as the corpse, wounded on its back, disappeared.
While the armor and shadow demons fought the corpses and dark bats, Demien moved toward Vicente, appearing on the man''s right side and attacking him in the face.
Vicente expected Demien''s move and dodged, seeing his enemy was just as strong as in the vision the Divine Dragons'' Matrix had shown him. The only big difference was that he himself was much stronger and wouldn''t fall as easily as he had seen in the vision.
Vicente had no time to waste. As fast as he dodged Demien, he opened several small wormholes around him, so that parts of Demien''s attacks crossed space and reached the end of these tiny wormholes. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om
"Supreme Leader..." said one of the three remaining vampires, trapped in his position by invisible octopus tentacles sucking his mana, but also immobilized by the maic suppression.
Demien nced to the side and saw one elder who had apanied him fall slowly, a hole in his chestrge enough to fit a head through.
An attack from Demien himself had seriously injured one of the 6th stage vampires!
"Damn, Vicente!" Demien intensifying his attacks, sending more critical moves toward his three allies.
Vicente could feel a burning sensation at the top of his Magic Gem, a sign of massive mana consumption while using this method of fighting. Sensing he would be in trouble if he continued to use his spatial powers, he closed each of the wormholes before using the body of the Throne of Darkness itself to defend himself.
The moment Demien touched the throne, a powerful vibration arose from the point of contact, releasing a pulse that felled several trees nearby.
Vicente felt as if one vein in his head had exploded and suffered a sharp pain behind one of his eyes, but he held back a scream.
He continued with his ns, letting the throne protect him as he moved toward the vampire Demien had just killed.
Besides this dead vampire with arge wound in his chest, Demien had also caused minor injuries to the other two, who were now waiting to be ughtered by Vicente.
In this brief fight so far, Vicente had better understood his own abilitiespared to the fighting skills of the vampires.
After all, he was stronger than vampires at his level, which meant that the Beginner Archmages didn''t stand a chance against him.
Demien, however, was a different case. Not only was he an Intermediate Archmage, he was also different. His talent should be one level higher than the suffering elders around, which would put him in a better position than those Archmages, even if he was on the same level as Vicente.
Vicente utilized his limited advantage against the creatures, managing to eliminate another one. He then dispatched this creature, along with the one Demien had in, to two separate locations where his people were supposed to be awaiting their arrival.
By now, most of the shadow demons and intelligent armors were gone from the area, destroyed or severely damaged, while many of the bats and corpses were in simr situations.
Demien continued to attack the Throne of Darkness, trying to make his way to Vicente, but was prevented from reaching him by this tool-like magical form.
One advantage of having a conscious magical form was the ability to divide one''s attention on several fronts during battle. With the consciousness of the throne, Vicente could act with some peace of mind against the four vampires, while his magical form protected him from Demian''s attacks.
Each of Demian''s attacks could destroy mountains and seriously injure even Advanced Archmages.
He was versatile in his use of mana, able to use several powers to weaken the enemy while increasing his offensive power.
When Vicente fought thest Beginner Archmage, white cracks could be seen on the magnificent ck throne in his realm of darkness.
Vicente felt pain radiating throughout his body, as if every bone in his body was broken, even though his entire body and heart were working to regenerate the injuries.
But the pain he felt was much more spiritual than physical. His cardiological maniption skills would do little to change the agony he felt from Demien''s attacks on the throne.
Vicente could kill the fourth enemy and then send him to another location where his allies were waiting.
"Hah... Hah... Now it''s your turn, Demien!" Vicente shouted as he took a deep breath, his body drenched in sweat.
At that moment, Demien made hisst attack against the throne, causing golden chains to force themselves against this magical form, with the cracks quickly growingrger, showing that the magical form would break in a few moments.
"Tsk! You killed my elders, but so what? What are you going to do about losing your precious throne?" With a shake of his hands, Demien made the throne stop cracking and finally explode!