Chapter 142 - 131

I cannot give him time to think and act, especially since his attacks are one-hit kill on the elves because of how trying to mind control them makes their magic go havoc for incompatibility.

So knowing that, even if I did not have resistance against his mind-controlling magic, I'm, at least, able to hide in the shadows and attack stealthily, away from his eyesight and mind attacks otherwise this fight would have ended far earlier.

That's why I quickly come to the conclusion that is best for them to stay far away and, as my growl resonates in the darkness and ricochets in the open halls of the otherwise silent tomb, I set outside ablaze by making the biggest Fire Shield I have ever done, feeling the price of such magic soon after and knowing that this low magic input will be the end of me.

So I chose to rely on my immense resilience as my SP has yet to decreased at this point.

As the fires burns high outside, crackling and reflecting the orange and red flames on the people's eyes, I growl and sprint forward, using my Shadow Dash to make myself unpredictable and attack Cain.

Because I'm starting to understand some things about how Cain fights… and if it's true then close in combat may prove to be useful now.

With the pitter-patter of my paws against the floor moving from side to side as I barely touch the ground I manage to confuse Cain, making him stand still and try to guess my next move, however once I attack I use my Shadow Veil to suppress my sounds and, launching an all-out attack by using the monstrous-like shadow plus my illusions I pull out my shadow limbs with my shadow blades at the end and increase the reach of my attack, enough so that I manage to cut his face up, blending the real attack in between the illusions.

A sneer of satisfaction reaches my snout as he howls in pain, however as he covers his face with one hand the other aims a beacon of light at me, and with widening eyes I dash back into my shadow the moment that bean of light focus its energy and obliterates the pillar where I stood moments before.

It seems like I made someone angry.

"Y-you little shit! H-how dare you!" He stutters out of anger, shaking from suppressed anger as his face turns towards me, a crazy look on his eyes as the other comes to view, a satisfactory cut running along it and covering his vision with blood.

"YOU SC.U.M! You dare hit this face?! Don't you care about what happens to your brother anymore?! I guess my warning was too light then! Maybe I should have sent you a tongue, perhaps an ear?! How dare you!" Seems like someone is losing it, though some words hit hard as I think of him torturing my brother like this, making me really hope Aeglos did not disappoint us this time around, otherwise I can imagine what you be of my brother then…

I shake my head. No, it won't be an after this after all, we will end this, tonight.

"No, I know what I should do… My sons have… peculiar tastes, perhaps I can let them have their way with him before cutting some limbs off, so I can give you the ragged remains of that shitty brother of yours!"

Ok, that's it, I think my last coherent thought as I growl in anger and dash forward, only to meet a new blade in front of my eyes.

I manipulate my gigantic Shadow Veil to pull me back from the sword reaching slash, feeling the tip close up to my nose as I land down a few steps distant from the Demon King, only to look up and see the man with long black hair and armor standing straight up once more where before the boy Cain was. 

"I'm Mao Zexian, the Roaring Dragon, fight me hound!" At that, on a completely different level from before, he starts moving the sword and slashing the air so quickly that I can only see the afterimage, dodging by looking at his posture and steps more than the sword itself, and still being scratched from time to time.

But that's when my assumptions are proven to be correct.

That Cain can change his appearance and somehow have another name I'm very aware of, but now I almost certain that, with that, his abilities change, almost like he turns into another person altogether, which only makes me think that, in this form that excels in martial arts, he is incapable of using his mind control ability.

Which is what I'm looking for.

"Now!" I shout as, at my command, a whip slashes out as if out of nowhere, aiming towards the Demon's Lord face, but instead rolling around like a snake as the silver's sharp blade of the sword used to block his attack.

The other end of the chain whip pulls back, but the sword wielder maintains his posture and hardens his grip, none caving in under the strength and pressure of the others pull.

However I do not give the Demon King time to recover from the sneak attack and jump up at him, pushing myself sideways in a circular motion that makes the two shadow limbs swing together, their sharp bland ends following the movement and spinning into a deadly hurricane of dark shadows and the glint of the sword-edge.

With that he is forced to back up and step back, letting go of his sword that is taken away by the silver chain whip.

With a slash to the side the weapon is thrown far and away from the Demon King's reach, and growling I stare him down as Leonel, the culprit on this endeavor, comes out of hiding.

"Such a sneaky c.o.c.kroach you are elf…" The Demon Lord says, not happy with the outcome.

"Took your sweet time there uhm?" I say to Leonel, who only shrugs and grabs the whip with his other hand, steading the weapon and ready to pounce back at the Demon King.

"What? Five seconds away and you are already missing me?" I snore at that.

"As if, I knew you would be ok." I say, but then ask: "You are alright, right…?"

He raises his eyebrow at that, too full of himself and his own handsome looks, which makes me roll my eyes at him.

"Oi, are you two done being lovey-dovey?" The Demon Lord say, the known arrogant tone on his voice coming from that strange face.

"What? Jealous?" I joke, irritated by his being, as he jokes back only to irritate Leonel as well:

"What if I am? Will you serve me too?" The demon plays around, but his words do not match the angry glint his eyes have as he watched us. I guess I hit him where it hurts.

Good.

With that a silver whip slashes out in the air, shinning against the moonlight, forcing the Demon to back up even further, and even without a sword his footwork is still splendid. 

"Haha, so hasty, don't worry elf, I will kill you too… I'll make sure of that."