Chapter 659: [Allen(Schwarz) Vs Crocell]
With Allen here, everything would be alright.
Thought by many people as their expressions turned relief.
A moment later, a wild joy abruptly surged. Many different forms of addresses suddenly reverberated over the battlefield. Although the young man looks extremely weak and childish…and even somewhat demonic but his extremely familiar face and strong power were acknowledged by many people to be not inferior to that of the War God Eric.
Allen merely shook his head when he heard these joyous exclamations. He was just about to speak upon seeing Eerika’s happy and excited expression when his brows were slightly lifted. A figure appeared behind him in a ghost-like fashion. A sharp palm wind ruthlessly slammed toward Allen’s back.
"Be careful!"
The sudden sneak attack caused many people to be shocked, causing many of them to hurriedly warn him.
Baaang!! A muffled sound suddenly appeared when the cry appeared. Everyone's faces became stunned when they saw Crocell, the terrifying Demon Duchess, who had beaten them terribly just a while ago, fly backward without any reason. Blood was spat out of that person's mouth. Her eyes were filled with shock and indignation. She couldn't even see when Allen had attacked!
Allen did not even turn around as he injured an elite Demon Guardian who he had thought as a comrade in the ancient past into vomiting blood and withdrawing. He lifted his head and glanced around, paying attention to where Mair and the others were being overwhelmed by the Ice Demons. He gently taps his foot on the icy ground his hand. And then,
Rumble…!! Suddenly, from the icy ground, countless vines and tendrils of ice, resembling that of plant vines filled with thorns erupted from the ground beneath the Ice Demons. In a blink of an eye, under the roaring and grunting struggle of the Ice Demons, they were immediately covered by countless ice rattans and tendrils that coiled around them like snakes, and Craaaassheddd!! almost a dozen Ice Demons were crushed in an instant by these terrifying Ice vines and tendrils.
Not only Eerika but almost all of the people in the surrounding who had seen such display was dumbfounded and they felt their hearts tremble. The Ice Demons are almost killed just like that!
So absurd!
This is terrifying…!!
Many eyes looked at the black-clothed young man carrying Alva who was also shocked silly, though probably for some other reasons. Some shock surged within their hearts. After which, a joy from having escaped a calamity quietly filled their hearts. They were still clearly aware that the war has yet to end, but their hearts inexplicably felt safer when they looked at Allen’s, that small and tiny figure.
“This fellow… he really is too abnormally strong.” Mair was stunned as she observed the nonchalant and indifferent young boy that had casually decimated almost all of the Ice Demons in one move. It was a long while later before she let out a deep breath of air and spoke with a bitter smile. Even though she had already thought highly of her comrades and friends, who had their own potential and prowess since young, even she did not expect that this fellow who in front of them would actually become so strong until his strength caused people to become ashamed.
Alva’s worries are not unfounded. If this person points his blade against them, even without the Demon Legion, Mair feared that the Celestial Realm would surely change its owner.
At her side, Eerika nodded as she shared the same feelings deep within her. However, mixed in was a sense of pride and satisfaction—if this was not a war, she would surely yell out her love and boast him into the entire world. The more Allen displayed his prowess and awesomeness, the greater Eerika’s sense of satisfaction and love becomes!
This is the man she fell in love with!
This is the man she adored ever so greatly!
This is the only man in the world she treasured!!
She muttered quietly in her heart.
“…hehehe, this is really not funny…” Asger wiped the blood trace from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head and his gaze looked all around him. A sleek redness surfaced on his pale face as he said in a hoarse voice, “…he is really a monster.”
Troy and the other people by his side ignored him. They swallowed their saliva and moistened their dry throats. A long while later Troy clenched his teeth and said, “Dammit. Although I know that he is this abnormal, seeing it again and again and again, really stabs my heart!” although he was letting out a sigh as his lips curled into a wry smile.
The stone on his heart was put down after seeing his sister safe and sound…although he doesn’t want to admit it but he was really thankful this time. His sister was saved because of him.
“He is very strong, stronger than all of us!” Asger lifted his head, shaking his head helplessly.
Most of his large, blood-colored robe had been torn. Therefore, it revealed a somewhat white, young face. Asger did not appear very handsome and could only be called ordinary looking. However, the dense, cold, bloody aura that would occasionally flash across his eyes would cause people, who were exchanging looks with him, to feel creeped out. After all, he was the Descendant of the War God; Thor, his aura was completely different than his peers.
At this moment, solemnness and fear flashed across his eyes, which usually contained a hidden killing aura, for the first time.
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Allen merely sighs at the changing situation. He withdrew his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms. She had been staring at him with her large emerald eyes for a long time. He softly asked, "Are you okay?" His voice was not the least bit gentle and even have a hint of coldness but Allen’s powerful voice seemed to exude a strange security.
"I’m…I’m fine…" Alva bit her lips in embarrassment as she stared at Allen.
Although she wasn't familiar with this person and only saw him a few times from afar, due to the fact that she was still unreconciled about him being a demon, a Demon Prince at that… but now, being the one who has been saved by him in the most crucial time…really….
Alva could only sigh in her mind.
Mair’s words from before appeared on her mind.
Allen’s gaze still remained indifferent. His hands suddenly glowed brightly and then Alva’s body was covered by a halo of snow-white light. It was cold, but not chilling cold… Alva was startled but then she realized her wounds were slowly closing, especially the one on her chest. Then, her face turned bright red when she noticed that due to the cut, a part of her chest was actually exposed, revealing a part of sensual hills that were glossy as jade.
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She immediately moved and covered her chest with her arm. Then, at this moment, “That’s should be alright…” Allen’s voice rang out once again and she felt being placed down on the ground.
“Th, thank you…” Her voice was forthright but slightly timid.
“… …” Allen turned around without replying.
Although it was quite disheartening but Alva could only smile wryly as she looks at his back. It feels as if an immovable wall was before her and protecting her, her heart somewhat lightened, causing her face to be somewhat flushed.
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"Thou… are mine Master…?" Crocell stared intently at Allen.
She had watched Allen hugging Alva earlier, and intense jealousy rose within her heart. Even though she had yet to take Allen back with her to home and was even standing against her, she had already thought of Allen as hers. How could she endure him being tainted by others?
“Even if it was really me… would it change, Crocell?” Allen muttered indifferently, though sorrow and sadness also appeared on his eyes. “…to all of you, Vergil is your master, not me. Of course, I don’t hate you for that. I don’t have the right, nor reason. Vergil and I are one, and the same. He is your master just as the same as me. It only depends on who you choose… and I already know who you have chosen between us.”
“But…but master… wouldn’t, wouldn’t it be the same…? Master Vergil and thou… if thou, if thou return to our side, we will be together again…Master…!” Crocell asked with a bitter face and her voice was cracking up as if she was going to cry.
Crocell’s cry and words immediately caused many people’s expressions to change. Even Eerika who had a full belief of Allen can’t help but bit her lips in indignation. Allen, her most beloved was always been the reincarnation of Solomon, Master of all Spirits and Demons and the sole ruler of the 72 Pillars of Hell. And because of a terrible accident, he has split apart into two people, both possessing an identity that rules above demons—Demon Prince Vergil and Demon Prince Dante.
Demon Prince Vergil was known to be the Demon Prince of Absolute Evil. However, his counterpart, the Demon Prince Dante was said to embody the human nature—Demon Prince of Change. He is not fixed in one path or way and was famous for doing everything he wanted or desire, though not as wicked as the Demon Prince of Absolute Evil. And it was said that Demon Princes are like oil and water, especially when Demon Prince Vergil started his hunt for Demon Prince Dante’s soul…to be absorbed by him, and be the one remaining as true, Solomon!
Allen shook his head. “The current Vergil and I are like oil and water. His ambitions, I don’t approve of…”
“But Master!”
“Leave it Crocell… the status quo is fine as it is. There’s no need for change as it will come to us eventually. All Vergil will be going to cause is nonsensical bloodshed and death…that is something I cannot approve.” Allen sighs. “…from now on, whether you choose him or choose me. If you choose him, then you are also my enemy… Crocell…”
Crocell bit her lips… “Then, Master…please forgives this one’s impertinent…this is for our future…”
“… …” Allen slowly stepped forward and the ground beneath his foot started to become frosted. His expression remained indifferent as he carelessly glanced at Crocell. Without any warning, his skin changed into his Demi-Dragon Form, azure scales appeared on the top of his skin. Wildness and brutality suddenly swarmed into his piercing azure eyes!
A Dragon’s pressure descended and the weaker demons and monsters trembled violently and run away. This is a Dragon—a creature known as the Absolute Ruler of the Sky that even Celestial Gods and Demons don’t dare to provoke.
It’s not about physical oppression, its deep within the soul. Even those who are stronger wouldn’t be able to ignore it…Crocell is not an exception!
Dragon?!
Master…to reach this realm…
Crocell bit her lips in frustration. At the same time, Allen moved his body and it suddenly turned into a black shadow. In a mere instant, it carried a sharp wind sound and a pressurizing aura as he appeared in front of Crocell, causing the breaths of the Demon Duchess to become stagnant. So fast!!
“Master…!!” Crocell’s eyes were blurred.
She suddenly realized that Allen had appeared in front of her. Her eyes collided with those beautiful azure eyes with golden slitted pupils and coincidentally saw the tyranny and killing intent within them. Immediately, she hurriedly cried out. Not good…! Allen seemed to bent on killing her. However, before her cry sounded, a black shadow swept across her eyes. Fortunately, her reflexes were good as she managed to place her arms in front of her chest to block him. But, an intense pain was transmitted from her arm that had gone numb. A huge force shook her body as if trying to send her flying away.
Crocell gritted her teeth from the pain. She immediately tried to retaliate as pieces of ice gathered on her hand, condensing into a long sword. She then hacked down in a ruthless fashion. The blade sweeping vertically at Allen’s head.
Wooosh. The Icy cold blade glow ruthlessly struck Allen’s body. However, the unusually powerful attack failed to force Allen back even half a step.
"How is this possible?" Crocell was not the only one stunned when she saw this. Even Eerika’s group and all the people in the surrounding had completely astounded faces. Crocell’s attack was something even a Mid God did not dare to receive head-on without putting up any defenses…
But Allen actually completely disregards it?
Allen gently flicked his sleeve as his palm was slowly swung toward Crocell without care. His body’s defenses are not something a mere attack on this level could breakthrough. With Frostmourne’s energy protecting him as well as the Dragon scales, every ice power will lose most of its effectiveness. One can even say that Crocell is a bad opponent for Allen who was almost immune to Water and Ice-type energy because of his innate physique and Frostmourne.
A frighteningly cold wind penetrated through the air and gathered into a swirling cold wind covering Allen’s hand, as he punched Crocell’s abdomen with lightning-like speed. It slammed into Crocell’s body.
"Grug!?" Crocell felt as if a hammer had struck her body.
As the fist slammed down, the energy defenses lingering around her body appeared paper-thin. They were destroyed in an instant, and a violent and frightening chilling wind poured into her body causing her to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood as she violently flew backward. Finally, she collided with the ground, creating a large crater.
"Hiss…" The people watching the fight suddenly inhaled a deep breath of chilly air. The Demon Duchess was actually defeated by Allen in that short exchange!
Baaang! Crocell’s body flipped in the air. Her clothes were ragged and slightly torn in the edges. A streak of blood could be seen on the corner of her lips. She stared at Allen. Her eyes were full of complicated expression. She didn’t if she should hate him or not. However, her love for her master still overwhelms anything. Even if she dies on her master’s hand, she wouldn’t care…it’s just that, right now, her master is already before her and yet… to be standing on opposite sides is just too much for her!
Allen glanced at her indifferently. He was completely different than ‘Allen’, even if his opponent was a woman, he wouldn’t show any mercy. For him, if an enemy is an enemy. Even if they are a boy or girl, young or old, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them!
...even if they are his former family...!
Swish! Swish! Swish! Allen’s body suddenly flickered and he charged into the sky, shortening the distance between him and Crocell.
“Tsk!” Crocell clicked her tongue and immediately retreated back at high speed, not hesitating at all.
But at this moment, the icy ground beneath her moved and shot out towards her. Crocell’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the countless vine-like tendrils made from Ice shot towards her like sharp arrows at the same time. As Crocell was retreating, she hadn’t paid attention to her back, but she suddenly realized…that the thousands of ice tendrils and rattans which Allen had shot out weren’t attacking in a wild, unorganized way.
These ice vines were actually attacking in accordance with some sort of strange profoundness.
“Frost Spatial?” Crocell discovered, to her astonishment, that it was as though space had suddenly frozen.
But of course, it hadn’t truly frozen; only, she felt as though she had fallen into a pit of mud, and even flying became extremely arduous. He’s transforming the ice that she had conjured and turns it into his own?! I was actually defeated in using Ice and Frost magic…!?