My Servant System

Chapter 1194: Chapter 1193: Fiend's Galore (1)



Skidding to a halt beside Leone, I rammed my blade through the back of the cultist shouting at her and sent the man stumbling to the ground with his heart shattered into dozens of pieces and a large hole in his chest.

The Vampire glanced at me before waving her hand and uttering something under her breath, willing the flames around her to leap into the air and latch onto the nearest cultists as she burnt them alive, disposing of these enemies with ease.

As more and more of her flames danced around seemingly of their own volition the Vampire turned towards me properly and stared at me silently, her bright, smoldering crimson eyes demanding an answer as she took a step towards me.

"Long story short, a Fiend teleported and abducted me. Me and that Caliph from the library, who is now dead. Fiend left though... sadly."

I kept my answer short and sweet as I sidestepped a hopeful blade, letting the cultist's momentum carry them into my blade as I swung it backwards and caught them in the midriff, slicing a deep gash in their gut and leaving them to drop to the ground in agony.

Stomping on their skull, I caught Leone raising a brow at that before she too was forced to focus on something else as a body crashed down between us, the crumpled armor barely recognizable as a soldier of the Sultanate and not one of these cultists.

Claw marks rended the steel apart and revealed the slashed flesh beneath while the armor itself was either torn apart by said claws or crushed beneath a very heavy weight, and the culprit of such a thing landed atop that corpse a second later, destroying it completely and leaving nothing recognizable for us to identify after the battle.

Letting loose a roar right away the Fiend standing atop the puddle of flesh and blood used its vocal chords as weapons as it infused it with Fire Mana, scorching our skin and forcing us back a step as it got its footing and stabilized itself.

Golden fur grew off of blood red skin, the color scheme we had come to know as that of the Ka Fiends shining brilliantly beneath the sun and reflecting the firelight quite well as this Lionkin Fiend roared at us, its bulging muscles and long claws giving it a raw, primal power that radiated off of it alongside its roar, pressing into us.

It was wordless and filled with bloodlust, merely the action of a battle hungry maniac craving a good fight and an even better kill, which we just so happened to be; across the way we could hear the shriek of what seemed to be a woman followed quickly by a bemused man consoling said woman, but there was no time to catch a peek just this moment.

Continuing to roar, the Lionkin bared its fangs and lunged at me first, directing the noise straight at me and trying to win this elemental battle as it took advantage of its initial attack, pushing me back and overwhelming me before I could bring my own mana to bare.

Luckily for me I already had the helixes swirling around my blade, and since the magic it was using was purely wave based and infused into the roar itself, I could deflect some of it as I rapidly swung at the air, cutting through the mana itself and 'deconstructing' the spell it was using.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Since it was a sound based attack, the mana was loose and rather weak compared to normal, already threatening to break free of its 'shape' and disperse into the air; by 'parrying' the sound itself I was helping that along and forcing myself to endure only the hot, turbid breath of a Fiend alongside the somewhat physical pressure of its roar, which was pressing into my armor and actually acting against me.

When the claws of the Fiend struck against my blade, it was like a bell had chimed across the battlefield as I managed to redirect and withstand its attack, surprising the Fiend as it leaned into its momentum and rushed forwards, away from me and placing me between Leone and itself.

It seemed to have miscalculated the strength of my weapon, the undoubted thousands upon thousands it had broken in its life not being as strong as my own thanks to the rarity - if not complete lack of - weaponry made from Fiend bones.

Other materials were of course as strong as Fiend bones, but they were extremely rare as well, and a Fiend wasn't going to be seeking those people out and living to tell the tale, so finding out that I had a weapon that could resist its own claws was shocking to the Lionkin.

It didn't remain shocked for even longer than a second, and upon spinning around the Fiend almost unlatched its jaw as it prepared another roar, though this time it was forced to clamp its mouth shut and weave away from two separate attacks.

The first was a ball of flame that immediately exploded as soon as it got to where the Fiend's head had been, and the second was a chunk of ice that shattered before melting a little as soon as that shockwave washed over it.

Using that shockwave for its own benefit, the Lionkin rolled away and sprung to its feet immediately afterwards, bunching its legs and launching itself forwards before another magical attack could be unleashed, but this time it wasn't me that met it in combat.

Leone used me as a distraction as she unsheathed her Estoc and flashed forwards, showing off her own explosive speed alongside magical control as her legs became wreathed in flame, while the blade itself was nearly reaching the temperatures needed to be converted into a liquid.

Meeting the Lionkin silently, the Vampire cleaved her blade down from its right shoulder all the way to its left hip, and as the Fiend tried to catch the blade it only got to witness the wonderful calculations that Leone had made as the blade sliced through all of its flesh and bone with eery precision.

The cut was cauterized immediately, but the fur she cut through was lit up a second after her blade scored a deep, charred gash in the ground, though whether the Fiend felt anything or not was a whole different story as one half of it slid to the ground with a heavy thud while the other half stumbled forwards a few steps.

No blood was spilled, and yet the Vampire had showed off her abilities perfectly as she sheathed her blade and freed up her hands once more, allowing her to guide the flames with her fingers like she was conducting a symphony.