Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Sacrificial Bleeding Chapter 162: Sacrificial Bleeding It was a bloody slaughter.

Instead of the executioners bringing each of the prisoners in turns, Lucivar went to them.

He began at the front-posing a single, pointed question of confession before bringing down the battle axe in his grip.

Naturally, he ensured their screams echoed first, giving Sabrina the chance to say whether she wanted them or not.

If she showed no interest, Lucivar ended their agony with a swift, ruthless swing.

One stroke is all it takes for him to sever their heads.

Considering his strength, decapitating these people became way too easy.

It was akin to cutting through butter.

Not even the flesh and bones could pose any kind of resistance to his powerful swing.

Lucivar showed no mercy.

It doesn’t matter if these people are guilty or innocent.

As long as he obtained what he wanted in the end, there’s no reason to hesitate.

A bad person’s death cut him from competition while a good person was natural order.

Splash!

“Confess!” Spurt!

“Come on, let out your scream.

Let me hear it!” Splash!

One by one, the prisoners were decapitated-their heads rolling across the ground.

Behind Lucivar was the executioner-ready to pick up the rolling heads and put them away.

Despite working as executioners for many years, these two were disturbed.

Lucivar killed these prisoners with a content smile on his face, it was as if he was very much enjoying the bloodshed he caused-and revel the blood, that squirted, and sprayed onto his face as if it was juice.

Such a sight was haunting, both couldn’t believe there were academy hunters like this.

Not to mention, since they were academy hunters-they were supposed to be young.

So the fact that someone so young could be this unhinged was a scary realization.

Had Lucivar could read through their minds, he would’ve laughed.

Of course, these two executioners would be disturbed by his unsettling smile.

However, if they knew about the shimmering sphere that dropped to the ground with every kill he claimed-they would be smiling too without a doubt.

There was a dark satisfaction in watching the gleaming spheres scatter at his feet, a tangible reward for each life taken.

Even the light sound they made as they dropped to the ground was relaxing to hear.

Lucivar couldn’t help but smile at that.

Not to mention, the spheres that were dropped were exceeding his expectations.

Since he didn’t manipulate these prisoners directly and he also didn’t overpower them directly, Lucivar was only expecting to see golden spheres dropping from them.

However, instead of only the gold ones, there were also the green and bronze spheres.

He already expected to obtain small spheres, there were two Hybrids among these prisoners.

So these spheres were the smallest Lucivar had ever gotten.

However, although their sizes were smaller than normal, they made up in quantity.

‘With how many spheres I obtained, there’s no way my second wing wouldn’t grow!’ Lucivar smirked.

Just the thought of absorbing these spheres excited him.

Soon enough, Sabrina had gotten ten of her chosen people prisoners.

All of them suffered wounds from Lucivar’s strike, bleeding profusely and hissing in pain.

One executioner helped Sabrina hang these prisoners on the stakes with ropes that wrapped around their necks and waist, suspending them mid-air.

Nodding her head in satisfaction, their painful groans were tickling her eardrums, she quickly reached for the ceiling-high curtain and covered the entire section off from prying eyes, giving her personal space.

Just from the deadly glint in her eyes alone, what she was planning to do was crystal clear.

Ravenna who saw this frowned, ‘How is he lucky enough to meet that maid?’ ‘He’s very fortunate-my personal maid is timid and barely responsive’ She shook her head lightly.

Averting her gaze ahead, Ravenna’s expression twisted into a scowl.

She was quite annoyed seeing the smile on Lucivar’s face as he hacked a prisoner with his battle axe.

Lucivar was breathing heavily, with a content smile on his face, looking at the headless corpse, squirting out blood like a fountain-with so much excitement in his eyes.

It was annoying to look at, or at least it was very annoying for Ravenna.

‘He’s having more fun killing these bums than fucking me?’ She squinted.

‘I can’t have that’ Feeling threatened, she approached-her footsteps echoed across the chamber.

She went over to Lucivar, stopping beside the executioner who stood silently behind him, a sack ready in hand for the bloody severed head.

With a brief glance at the executioner, she extended her hand, not even saying a single word-wordlessly signaling her intent.

Upon seeing this, the executioner was confused as to what she wanted.

But Ravenna didn’t clarify.

Instead, she grabbed the bag from the executioner’s hand and pushed him away.

Pushed suddenly, the executioner stumbled but regained his footing, realizing what Ravenna wanted.

Clearing his throat, he kept his head down and walked away.

On the other hand, Lucivar grabbed the spheres and stored them all inside his Inner Chamber so that he could absorb them once he was done slaughtering these people and ended the night.

At this point, a quarter of the people were left-and many of them were already helpless.

Attempting to break free for twenty minutes straight left them powerless and riddled with pain.

All of their limbs were throbbing, and sweat covered their whole body.

Of course, some of them tried screaming for help but inside this crypt, one floor under the ground, their voices were completely muffled.

No amount of screaming would allow anyone outside to hear them, it was futile.

“Please, I will be good from now on!

I’ll devote myself to the city, I swear!” Splash!

Not even heeding the prisoner’s plea, Lucivar swung and decapitated him.

Upon being decapacitated, the head rolled past his feet and it was then he realized Ravenna was behind him.

“Hmm?

Aren’t you supposed to be absorbing negative energy?” He asked, questioningly.

Grabbing the head and putting it inside the sack, Ravenna smiled, “I am…” She said as she straightened her posture again.

“But seeing you having fun makes me want to join too, and besides, I also wanted to have a closer look.

Why?

Can’t I join?” Ravenna didn’t need to sit still and meditate to absorb negative energy.

Her body does it automatically so she is free to do anything.

And in this case, she wanted to stand beside Lucivar.

“Not a problem for me,” Lucivar shrugged and focused back on killing the prisoners again.

Soon enough, the entirety of the prisoners were slaughtered-leaving only the mangled headless corpses and blood that littered the ground.

Not one of them was spared.

Each one was given the same exact treatment as the others.

“Phew~!” Lucivar wiped the sweat on his forehead.

“Killing that many people is a chore!” “But you seemed to be loving it,” Ravenna commented.

“Of course,” Lucivar wiped his bloodied hand on the executioner’s clothes.

“it made me stronger” Ravenna shook her head and handed over the sack of heads to the executioner.

She then looked around the mess, “What should we do about this?” “Don’t worry about it,” the executioner suddenly answered.

“we’ll clean up the mess” As the executioner moved to fetch his cleaning tools to tend to the corpses and blood, Lucivar halted him with a firm hand pressed against his chest, “No,” He said, his voice low and sharp.

“I’ll handle this.

I can’t let all these… goodies go to waste” Upon hearing this, both Ravenna and the executioner were confused.

What did he mean by that?

Both of them thought of the same question inside.

Just then, in front of their very eyes, the tattoo on Lucivar’s wrist glistened with energy.

‘I never saw him have that before, is it new?

When did he get it?’ Ravenna frowned.

Although their flesh had intertwined and connected before, she didn’t pay close attention to his body-as she was being railed and her mind was all over the place.

She didn’t know that Lucivar had that tattoo, it must be new.

Just then, a dark bronze fang appeared on Lucivar’s hand.

It was summoned by the tattoo as the tattoo disappeared once the fang appeared.

Looking at the Fang of Ankh, a smile crept to his face.

Other than having the ability to encase anything Lucivar deemed a weapon with the Ankh symbol, enhancing the weapon with the Heat of the Duat, it also has another ability.

Like Gleipnir’s Echo, he could attain essence bars that he could use to increase his ability’s mastery.

A unique power to Loki.

The Fang of Ankh also has that ability, it could amass essence bars to tap into Sutekh’s power.

Sha had told it to him while he was waiting for Ravenna to mess with Leandra’s plan.

Even though he didn’t know exactly what the essence bars were for, he knew how to amass it.

Nodding his head, Lucivar infused his ether into the Fang of Ankh, causing it to glow with a sinister aura and levitate.

It was something to behold.

Ravenna and the executioner watched as the fang went on to levitate above Lucivar’s head.

Although the executioner was looking at it with marvel, Ravenna was in complete and utter shock.

‘What kind of weapon is that…?’ She questioned inside, gasping on the outside.

‘A weapon that could levitate and exude an aura of its own without the wielder’s influence must be sentient.

I’ve only heard high-grade items-those belonging to Paragon-rank Hybrid, or higher have that!’ Knowing more about the Hybrid world, Ravenna couldn’t believe her eyes.

She couldn’t fathom how Lucivar got his hands on something like that.

But it was clear that it had something to do with his bloodline.

An item as high-quality as this is not sold in the city’s market so he couldn’t have bought it.

Not to mention, the aura that the fang exuded was utterly evil.

It was as if the blade came from the depth of hell itself.

Upon seeing this, Lucivar reached his hand and grabbed the fang again.

Swish!

Once he did, the fang glowed brighter instantly.

Ravenna then looked around, seeing the blood that had covered the floor began to move.

In the next second, to her surprise, the blood scattered across the floor began being drawn to the fang-as if compelled by an unseen force.

Streams of crimson slithered like serpents, converging into a mesmerizing vortex.

Even the blood trapped within the lifeless bodies was not spared.

All blood was sucked, flowing upward to join the swirling mass above them.

Swoosh!

The vortex spun with an almost hypnotic grace, reflecting the faint light in glimmers of red and silver.

As the fang absorbed the blood, it stood like a sacred chalice, its surface gleaming with dark reverence and within moments, the chamber was left utterly pristine.

The tang of iron vanished, almost as if there had been no bloodshed minutes ago.

On its surface, there were three glowing rings-signing that three essence bars had been filled.

Once it was over, Ravenna and the executioner turned to Lucivar.

Both their eyes were locked onto him, the pivot of the moment.

Lucivar smiled as he tilted the fang, as if ready to pour its crimson content over himself.

However, what descended was not blood, but a cascade of dazzling bronze energy, a sparkling veil that enveloped him in otherworldly splendor.

A surge of energy descends upon him and soon, the other ability of the fang graced Lucivar with its blessing.

“Now… what benefit you’re going to give me, Sutekh?”