Chapter 124 Who Is The True Horror Now? [part 2]

Chapter 124 Who Is The True Horror Now? [part 2]

With a bestial roar that shook the very foundations of the decrepit hall, the monstrous abomination wrenched the obsidian lance from its shoulder, flinging it aside with contemptuous ease.

Brackish blood sprayed forth, splattering the marble floor in a grotesque display of the creature's tremendous vitality.

The abhorrent creature now seemed to face Northern directly, its orby eyes burrowing into his soul, dripping with a palpable ferocity that sent a chill down even his hardened spine.

Unfazed, Northern's smile took on a sinister edge as he flexed his fingers, the black gauntlets creaking with anticipation.

"I too am just getting started," he growled, his voice dripping with sadistic glee that would have sent lesser beings fleeing in terror.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen obsidian lances materialized, hovering behind him as if wielded by unseen forces.

With a mere thought, they shot forward, a lethal volley aimed at the stricken monster's vital points.

Yet the abhorrent monster displayed an uncanny agility for its immense size, weaving through the barrage with unnatural grace that defied its grotesque form.

Its maw unhinged, revealing row upon row of serrated fangs, dripping with corrosive saliva that sizzled upon contact with the floor, leaving behind a trail of acrid smoke.

Undeterred, Northern swung his hand back, materializing a black blade into it – a twisted amalgamation of metal and void essence that seemed to drink in the very light around it.

He charged forth, his movements a blurring black streak, a wraith of chaos and destruction.

The beast met his charge head-on, its massive frame hurtling through the air with the force of a battering ram.

They collided in a thunderous clash, shockwaves rippling through the decrepit hall as blade and flesh met in a frenzy of violence.

Northern's sword clove through the creature's armored hide, spraying foul ichor, yet the monster's jaws clamped down on his shoulder with bone-crushing force.

"Hieek!"

He gritted his teeth, even through his armor, he could feel the fierceness of its teeth grip and it came as a momentary shock.

With a naughty smirk curling his lips, Northern backed away from the monster as it swiped a clawed attack at him, narrowly evading the strike.

He then extended his sword arm and closed his eyes for a moment, gently opening them once more.

As he did, a surge of black flames enveloped the steel of Mortal Blade like tendrils of darkness, licking at the metal with a haunting beauty.

'Now, that I am a drifter, I think I can do this too...'

Northern had seen his father perform this feat a couple of times during their haunt, and it was also something of common knowledge among their kind.

Soul essence became much more refined and smooth when one became a drifter, capable of being handled tangibly, although not at the level of converting to a spiritual release.

Instead, it could be used to subtly reinforce one's body or weapon, boosting speed, strength, or the sharpness of one's blade.

Yet for Northern, the process was distinctly different.

The monster thrashed and writhed, its movements growing sluggish as its vitality waned, the horror that had once stood at the peak of the food chain of Brimfield estate was now being bullied by this strange human – if human he could even be called.

Who now was the true horror of Brimfield?

Northern, fueled by a mixture of sheer joy and ecstasy that being so powerful brought, pressed on relentlessly.

His eyes burned with a madness that made the monster shudder, its orby eyes seeming to grow wider as it beheld the entity before it.

Could this even be a human?

It had to be a monster too... a far stronger monster...the abhorrent creature probably thought as it witnessed the display of sheer, unadulterated power.

Northern slowly walked towards the monster, the cloak of flames that had shrouded his frame slowly withering away, revealing his lustrous black armor.

He loomed above the beast and turned down with a stare of disdain, as if gazing upon an insect that had dared to challenge his might.

"You were quite entertaining, but I expected you to put up more of a fight," he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.

The creature shuddered and lowered its head, refusing to stand or continue its assault, the fight utterly beaten out of it in the face of such overwhelming power.

Northern, seeing the reaction, was momentarily struck with surprise.

'I guess it makes sense that if a human is capable of fear, a monster should also be,' he mused, a twisted smile curling his lips.

The result was incredibly satisfying.

'I didn't even use a couple of other abilities. I just experimented using the flames of chaos.'

This only proved that the power of Chaos and Void was not to be looked down upon, a force to be reckoned with in its own right.

And it sought of made Northern even more curious about the identity of the Chaos Prince.

Northern paused and stared at the monster seriously for a couple of seconds.

Then, a resemblance suddenly struck him, his brow furrowing in contemplation.

"Why does this bastard look like a corpse eater?"

Although it was very distinct from the ones Northern had faced in the rift – those did not have this black skin and lacked the orby, soulless eyes – they looked quite similar in other areas.

'Does that mean it's not an Hellion rank but a savage rank?'

Northern was stricken with surprise.

If so, there could only be one explanation for its difference.

'It's either a devil... Abysmal or an apex level...'