Chapter 760 The Spear That Cuts Through Everything

Chapter 760 The Spear That Cuts Through Everything

Michael decided to use the Wicked Spear Arts. That ought to be easier to handle than the Curse claiming control of his body. At least, that was what Michael was hoping for. He tapped into Cleave Fenrir's memories while also recalling the dream he had about Cleave Fenrir the day before his War Rune manifested. Understanding dawned upon him as he created enough Soul Energy to circulate through his body. It moved smoothly through him in a circle while steadily accelerating.

The first bunch of circulations was slow, but it didn't take long before a faint purple hue shrouded Michael's arms. The purple hue expanded toward the Aethyr Spear and enveloped it at once.

The Aethyr Spear and the purple hue resonated. Both vibrated weakly in sync. A faint smile plastered Michael's face, but it was replaced by deadly seriousness as he let his emotions go crazy. It felt like eons had passed since he allowed his emotions to move freely. However, that was necessary to ensure he could release the Wicked Spear Arts' strongest form.

The stronger the emotions raged through his entire being, the higher the Wicket Spear Arts' potency.

Michael let loose for the first time in what felt like decades.

The memories of his brother's death resurfaced in his mind. Michael recalled Masked Saber jumping before him and Tiara to block the Red Dragon's breath and clearly remembered his brother's sad expression and the last words that left his body before the dragon's breath burned him alive.

A wave of anger surged through his body. He hated Taros for waking the Red Dragon and himself for being too weak to protect himself. He had been helpless against the Red Dragon's fury. He had to rely on his brother to survive. The frustration and anger swept through Michael.

Simultaneously, the faint purple hue shrouding the Aethyr Spear grew more potent. It glowed brightly as it expanded.

Following Masked Saber's death came the news of the betrayal of his brother's trusted allies. The anger within Michael intensified. It erupted and flooded his entire being as he recalled that the real perpetrator was still somewhere in the Tritan Alliance.

He slashed and cut through the bony spikes that threatened to hit him easily, allowing the pain of every action to affect him. The pain and desire to stop moving, to give up and rest, swamped his entire being. However, instead of giving up, Michael used those emotions and feelings to nourish the Wicked Spear Arts.

Suddenly, the chaos of his emotions amplified. The purple hue of the Wicked Sper Arts trembled. It grew thicker and changed subtly, fusing into the Aethyr Spear that hummed in Michael's hands.

'What the...' Michael nearly cursed aloud as he lost control of the Aethyr Spear. He had to grasp it even tighter than before to keep his weapon with him.

"A warning would have been helpful!" He barked before realizing it.

The Cursed had decided to give Michael a helping hand.

It understood that he would rather suffer tremendously, or maybe even die, than give up his body to someone else. Unfortunately, Michael had to survive. At least his soul had to survive. The Curse was fused into Michael's Soul. It couldn't afford to lose Michael. Therefore, the Curse decided to show Michael that they were on the same side even if they didn't agree at all times.

The purple hue expanded in all directions and shrouded Michael, whose attention fell on the thick golden lines passing through the hue. He used Soul Grimoire's Soul Tears to amplify his Soul, Sacred Constitution, and Extraction, but that was not it. Michael added a Soul Tear to each Cursed Seal and Serpent Seal before adding more to strengthen the World Serpent and his Curse.

Michael didn't have the luxury to doubt whether the Curse would attempt to steal his body shortly. His entire focus was on the Wicked Spear Arts, his chaotic emotions that roared throughout his entire being, and the Undead Pharaoh.

Michael kicked the ground and lunged forward. He crushed the incoming bone spikes with deadly, precise attacks and ignored the blood spurting all over the hardened sandstone floor - his blood.