Chapter 664: A Destined Confrontation. 3
“… Am I dreaming…?” Helena asked in disbelief.
Maybe she woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Perhaps the fact that her father died, and she didn’t know how, was why she believed some Progenitor [A ridiculously handsome one who looks like a male version of Aphrodite ] entered her life and recognized her as Helena, not a Gremory. But it was actually a lie.
Helena was really doubting reality now.
She knew that man was strong.
After all, he’d killed and conquered several Pillar Demon territories, and something like that couldn’t be done by someone weak.
But… She didn’t know he was THIS strong.
“No, you aren’t….” Vine replied with uncertainty in her voice. In her defense, she was also feeling disbelief.
“… He’s treating the Horsemen of The Apocalypse as if they were children… One Horseman has even already died… Permanently.” Vepar spoke in disbelief as she watched Victor wielding a Glaive and attacking the three Horsemen.
‘Is he proficient with a Glaive as well? … No, the right question would be, how many Martial Arts is he proficient in?’ Vepar thought.
Since the Horseman of Famine died, his weapon had been absorbed by Victor’s weapon.
The remaining three Horsemen attacked Victor with a maddened fervor. They matched perfectly, demonstrating teamwork that could be lethal to any Being.
Yes, the correct word here is: could.
This was because, since the Horsemen started attacking him, no attack had come close to scratching Victor’s armor again.
The Horsemen attacked with the fury and hatred of someone who had lost a loved one, no force was being constrained, and even so, no attack reached Victor.
Demonstrating unrealistic proficiency in Martial Arts, Victor dodged everything, defended everything, and at the same time, counterattacked whenever the opportunity presented itself.
CLANG!
Death’s Scythe and Victor’s Glaive clashed, but Death was knocked back by Victor’s superior strength.
Death stabilized his center of gravity and shouted:
“This is impossible! This way of using the Glaive is exactly like our brother! What have you done, Alucard!?”
Victor spun the Glaive around and held it with the blade down behind him, “Horseman… What am I?”
Rather than wait for Death to respond, Victor continued:
“I am a fucking Progenitor.”
“The Being who decides the worth of Souls is before you.”
“…” Death, War, and Pestilence opened their eyes wide.
“Don’t tell me… Have you completely absorbed the existence of Famine?”
“His existence wasn’t that worthy.” Victor didn’t want to do the same thing he had done with Adonis, “I merely afforded his Soul an average valuation, and that was enough to learn all of his Martial Arts… and this…”
Victor’s smile grew, “Tell me, Horsemen, have you ever been hungry?”
“!!!” The three Horsemen opened their eyes wide and tried to counter Famines’ Authority with their own, but it was too late.
Death was the first to go down with his hand on his stomach, followed by War and Pestilence.
Victor couldn’t let such an opportunity pass; thus, thrusting his arms, he threw Junketsu at… Death.
“Death!”
The Horseman raised his head, but it was too late. The Glaive had already pierced his heart, and in the next second, he was already in Victor’s hands.
In a high-level fight like this, a single second, a moment, could decide one’s fate.
And Victor knew it.
Even though he was having fun with the fight, his priority was still finishing the battle. Thus, he used this opportunity to eliminate the most annoying Horseman as quickly as possible.
“Tell me, Death. Do you fear death yourself?” Victor grinned widely as his entire face distorted into a sadistic grin.
Death’s body shook visibly. Then, slowly, he began to feel the end of his own existence at this man’s hands.
“Bastard!” War gave a battle cry, the Power of Hellfire covered his existence, and he jumped toward Victor.
Pestilence followed close behind War, but once they got close enough, a gigantic Ice structure was created before them.
“What!?”
“This won’t stop me!” War swung his Greatsword, and with a crash that reverberated across the entire battlefield, he managed to break the Ice structure and pass through it, but it was too late…
Upon arriving at the scene, they saw Victor standing there with a big smile on his face looking at an empty space. Death was nowhere to be seen, and Victor’s Glaive was feeding on Death’s Scythes on the ground.
“You took too long…” Victor turned to War and Pestilence.
His healthy skin became much paler, as if he was dead, and his long black hair was releasing some kind of Dark Miasma.
Like before, Junketsu began to morph, this time changing into two small Scythes that could connect to form a larger Scythe.
Victor raised the two Scythes in a manner that the remaining two Horsemen were very familiar with and started spinning around them. In the middle of this ‘performance’, the two Scythes connected, forming a sizeable black Scythe with red details and the Power of Miasma covering the blade.
“Death too…” Pestilence shivered.
Victor spoke sympathetically, “Don’t cry. You will join him soon.” His tone was like he had nothing to do with what was going on.
“Alucard… Son of a bitch! I will make you pay for this!” Pestilence roared.
Meanwhile, Victor ignored the two Horsemen and looked to the side in confusion, “Hmm?”
“Oh? Did I gain you too?”
“Let’s see… Death didn’t give you a name, did he? Since I now have the Authority of Death, it is only natural to call you by the same name that Beings feel when they are about to die.”
“Despair.”
A horse’s neigh was heard, and a shadow grew on the ground. Soon the same horse Death was riding emerged from the ground with an entirely new appearance.
The horse was bigger, more muscular, and healthier.
The horse’s color was still black as darkness itself, and its eyes, tail, and hooves were still ablaze with flames of a green hue.
“…Even the horse…” Vine tried not to feel disbelieving, but it was impossible. Was this the same horse she had seen before?
Didn’t he grow and become exceptionally muscular? It looked like a horse made for war now.
“My Lord has won….” Vepar spoke in acceptance and a growing fanaticism.
“He won against The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse, single-handedly.”
“Isn’t it too early to claim this is his victory?” Helena spoke.
“…” Vine and Vepar looked at Helena with dry looks.
“Don’t get me wrong; I’m not rooting for the remaining Horsemen… It’s just that the fight isn’t over, and letting your guard down and assuming victory before the battle’s end is a flaw that all powerful Demons suffer. ”
“…” The two former Pillar Rank Demons could only remain silent at Helena’s words because they knew the woman was correct.
“Despair, you can play around. I will call you when you’re needed.” Victor spoke casually.
The horse neighed again and started walking towards Vine, Helena, and Vepar.
Victor held up Junketsu in ‘her’ Scythe form and struck at War’s incoming blade with a quick swing.
“In a hurry, aren’t you?”
“Silence, I will kill you!”
Victor casually dodged War’s next attack as he pulled the handle of the Scythe, and soon the Great Scythe split in two, and with the proficiency of someone who had always used Scythes to fight, he began to ‘dance’ with War.
Sounds of clashing blades echoed across the land. As the fight grew even more intense, the ground was destroyed with each clash of blades. War seemed to be getting stronger with each passing second.
His armor began to change, and it became more Demonic.
‘The True Form, huh.’ As someone who had the memories of the Demonic Powers of Two Horsemen of The Apocalypse, Victor knew what that was.
Every Demon had its True Form; Diablo was a perfect example. The Demon King always walked around in his True Form for all to see.
As the Highest-Level Demons, The Horsemen of The Apocalypse also had their own True Forms.
But they didn’t use them; the reason for that wasn’t because their True Form was stronger, and they’d never needed it or anything like that.
It was because the human and more compact form allowed the most extensive use of their Powers. It could be said that the compact form of the Horsemen was their strongest Form.
But there was an exception to every rule, and War was that exception.
His humanoid form was just to contain his fury.
Victor took a step back, pulled away, and looked straight ahead.
With steam coming out of his mouth, long flaming horns, tails, and sharp claws that held his Greatsword, which also became even more Demonic…
War glared at Victor.
The pressure in the area was incredible, and everyone except Victor felt suffocated; the heat didn’t lose to the pressure either.
Everyone felt like they were in the Flaming Hell where War was born.
“The Strongest Horseman of The Apocalypse, War. The Demon born in the Flaming Hell that tortures the Souls of sinners.” Victor cracked his neck and rejoined his two Scythes into a larger Scythe.
He placed the Scythe on his shoulder and smiled:
“A worthy challenger, is he?”
FUSHHHHHHH.
A pillar of blue Energy soared into the heavens.
The surrounding atmosphere grew colder as if Freezing Hell had descended on the battlefield, and Victor appeared changed.
He was now donning the Vampire Count Form of Clan Scarlett.
The Scythe in Victor’s hand changed back to the Glaive, and the blade was covered by Ice and Blood.
“On stages where the strong fight, the weak have no right to interfere.” Victor’s cold, emotionless voice was heard all around, then he vanished and appeared in front of Pestilence.
“What -“Before Pestilence could say anything, he felt something piercing his heart.
“Absolute Zero.”
In the next instant, he turned into an Ice sculpture, and soon this Ice sculpture started to be covered by Blood.
Victor opened his mouth, and all that blood rushed into him.
Like before, Junketsu followed Victor’s footsteps and ate Pestilence’s whip.
Pestilence’s Authority.
‘I see… That’s why they were so confident, but they underestimated me. My speed is not my main power.’
Pestilence’s Power was simple: through disease, he could ‘harm’ someone by using something he knew. This effect was also poisonous, slowly killing the victim’s body.
The second effect was being negated by the pure Energy of Roxanne in Victor’s body; because of that, he didn’t feel anything.
It was pretty obvious that Pestilence and Famine were support ‘Classes’ for Death and War who were direct combatants. Together the brothers were unstoppable because of the aforementioned abilities that directly attacked the most basic natures of a Being.
A hunger that drained them of all strength and incapacitation due to illness.
‘He was the most dangerous one, huh.’ In a fight of attrition, Pestilence would definitely win if it was with someone normal because the more time passed, the more the ‘disease’ accumulated and multiplied, causing various kinds of disabilities in the enemy’s body.
Things would have gotten dangerous if Victor hadn’t had Roxanne to keep his body in the best possible shape.
This whole thought process happened in less than a few seconds, and Victor turned his gaze to War, who looked even angrier if the flames enveloping his body indicated anything.
Screaming in a very Demonic way, War, driven by his new state, practically warped from where he was and appeared before Victor.
Victor kicked War away, and in the next moment, the Glaive changed into Junketsu’s Original Form, a Katana with a blade too large to be called a Katana.
War didn’t lose momentum with this, as he quickly adjusted his center of gravity and jumped towards Victor brandishing his Greatsword.
Blades clashed.
Fire and Ice collided.
The surrounding terrain began to be destroyed entirely.
But the two warriors weren’t worried.
Eventually, without realizing it, the fight was taken to the skies.
Power rumbles were heard throughout the Demon’s territory, alerting the area’s Pillar Demon, who was already watching everything from a distance. It was hard to ignore the bursts of Power from Higher Demons.
Victor sent War flying to the ground, but the Horseman got up even angrier.
“AHHHHH!” With an even louder scream of rage and hatred, the Flames of Hell grew exponentially.
Anger and hatred were fueling the crazed Horseman.
Hellfire spewed from War’s mouth and, like a Dragon’s breath, flew toward Victor.
Seeing this, Victor’s smile only grew.
His Ice wings grew exponentially, and in front of his wings, thousands of weapons of different types began to be created.
Victor pointed his finger at the incoming Flames and uttered, “Go.”
Sonic booms echoed out each time a weapon was sent toward the Flames, proving that each easily broke the sound barrier.
Faced with a swarm of thousands of Ice weapons, the breath lost momentum, and the Ice weapons pierced War’s body.
War roared more angrily, and the Ice began to melt.
Pure magma began to be created with just War’s radiant heat.
Victor kicked off the air toward War.
War did the same and kicked off the ground toward Victor.
When the two warriors’ blades collided in mid-air…
A massive explosion erupted from their impact, seemingly sending a ripple across reality, evaporating the entire battleground.
The entire topography of the terrain was being changed with each confrontation.
“… Is this… Is this how the strongest Beings fight…?” Helena opened her eyes in disbelief at such a disaster.
She had already heard stories.
Stories that when Higher-Level Beings fought, the surrounding topography changed with each clash, but… Reading about it in a book or hearing it from others was different than seeing it in person.
Not to mention that it was one thing for you to use your Power to change the topography like Vine, Vepar, or herself could do.
Changing the land with just the clash of two blades was another thing.
The level was completely different.
“ALUCARRRRD!” With an even more furious roar, a pillar of Flame shot out from the strongest Horseman of The Apocalypse, wings began to sprout behind him, and he became even more Demonic.
“HAHAHAHAHA~, That’s what I’m talking about!”
CLANG! CLANG!
Sounds of clashing blades and sounds of destruction continued to echo out, followed by the strongest Horseman’s grunts of pain and Victor’s excited comments:
“We will fight, we will bleed, we will be cut! Let’s dance more!” Victor’s Ice wings began to dissolve and turn into wings of pure Water.
Victor used his wings as a shield.
Fire met Water, and the Fire was negated for a few seconds,
Enough time for Victor to seize the moment and slash War toward the ground.
BOOOOM!
War fell into the magma and quickly got back up with even more fury.
Victor pointed his hand at War and said the name of a Technique, a Technique that Sitri never had the opportunity to use on Victor.
“Cocytus!”
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