Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Cornered Dog (1) Chapter 222: Cornered Dog (1) Ragnar didn’t expect to see Lucivar here.

He didn’t expect this at all.

Anticipating exactly this to happen, he decided to rent a place nearby-and let the old man handle the heavy lifting.

He wanted to be near the basement because he wanted to see Elira as soon as she was on their hands.

In case somehow, the old man failed-he could turn to leave quietly.

Or at least, that was the plan.

But Lucivar saw through that completely and tracked him down.

“G- Get him!” Ragnar shouted, calling his men and telling them to block Lucivar’s wild charge.

Despite their reluctance, fearing that Lucivar might be a secret powerhouse that was even stronger than the old man, the other Werewolf Hybrids who were getting the cars around stepped out again-and ran to the street.

Once they were there, they saw Lucivar hauling like an animal.

From his position to Ragnar, it’s about three hundred meters but he cut through that distance quickly.

“Protect the young master!” One of the Hybrids commanded and was the one to charge first, head-on against Lucivarr.

For a second there, the Hybrid flexed his muscles and opened his torso domineeringly, preparing for a takedown.

As he rushed, his fingernails elongated-turning into claws of black-steel.

A Werewolf Hybrid, other than their regeneration, was also known to have immense strength.

Might not be as strong as Titan or Dragon Hybrids but not that far behind either.

Silvery ether hue encased his entire body as he dropped down low, aiming to tackle Lucivar’s legs and stopping his momentum.

However, as he did that, Lucivar also dropped low and flapped his wings even stronger without hesitation.

‘Hmph!’ the Hybrid scoffed inside.

‘A contest of strength?

You’re no match for me!’ Bam!

“Eh…?” the Hybrid mused in confusion.

Upon impact, a thunderous crack of flesh colliding against flesh echoed through the street, shaking the very air with its force.

Confident in his strength, the Hybrid had already envisioned the next move.

He would haul Luicvar off the ground and smash him into the unforgiving concrete below.

Depending on how much Lucivar could retaliate, he could knock the wind out of Lucivar’s lungs up to end the fight there.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, once they collided, the Hybrid’s body crumpled under the force and he was thrown into the air.

Blinking his eyes, the Hybrid realized that he was about ten meters in the air.

He glanced down and saw Lucivar was still on his feet strongly.

Not fazed at all like he was only swatting a measly fly.

“How in the Blood God’s name…” the Hybrid gasped in shock.

It didn’t take long for him to crash onto the ground again, sending excruciating pain across his nerves.

At the last second before the impact, Lucivar activated the red Triune Scarab.

Under the influence of Sutekh’s ability, he was able to overpower the Hybrid earlier-the strength boost along with his upgraded Sphinx-tier body was a deadly combo that even a Werewolf Hybrid at the five-star Acolyte rank couldn’t go against.

Lucivar deactivated the Triune Scarab and went over to the Hybrid.

He grabbed the back of the Hybrid’s head and began absorbing his ethe with the Greedy Grasp ability.

As he did that, however, the other Hybrids snapped out of their dazes.

Despite what happened, they didn’t seem to be fazed.

In fact, they became even more motivated.

“Charge, he’s not a Chrysalis-rank Hybrid!

We can beat him!” Just from this exchange alone, the other Hybrids realized that Lucivar was still in the Acolyte rank.

He wasn’t a Chrysalis rank.

He was no secret powerhouse.

It was only his battle prowess that was insanely strong but this meant they had a chance.

Not even wasting a single precious second, the other Werewolf Hybrids bare their fangs and charged at him with unbridled fervor.

It was time for them to show their worth.

Defeating Lucivar right now would earn them a point in Ragnar’s eyes.

And that would propel their careers without fail.

“You’re going to die now, Lucivar!!” Ragnar laughed aloud.

“You can’t fight all of them at once!” Considering that most of them are at the five-star Acolyte rank, and there were at least ten of them who were motivated with their greed and also anger from seeing one of them swatted like it was nothing, it was clear to Ragnar that Lucivar bit more than he could chew.

Even then, instead of watching, he turned around and headed for the car.

No matter what, the situation is not looking good.

‘Lucivar would die slowly, the others would finish him off.

I should get going, the night-doesn’t feel right,’ Ragnar thought as he walked away, trusting his uneasy instincts.

‘Regardless of what happened, I need to get out of here first’ On the other hand, seeing Ragnar walking away leisurely, Lucivar’s eyes gleamed sinisterly.

He stood up and faced the incoming Werewolf Hybrids, a pack of them.

For a second there, time slowed down almost to a halt as Lucivar’s senses expanded.

Savoring the taste of ether-and life energy that his Greedy Grasp ability devoured, a flicker of green, one that could even terrify Demons flashed in his eyes, ‘One, two, three, four… ten,’ Lucivar counted his enemies before he sucked in a deep breath.

Crossing both arms across his chest, his golden ether bled into his hands.

It flickered between golden and bronze a couple of times before settling on the emerald color.

Almost instantly, both of Lucivar’s nearly-completed wings darkened into a deep, royal emerald, while his fingernails split with a sharp burst of blood-elongating into gleaming emerald-steel claws.

In the next second, time returned back to its normal flow as Lucivar channeled ten of his God strands and split them into his wings and newly forged claws.

Charged with so much power, the power coming from the crackled with untamed intensity.

“Me…?

Dying?” He planted his feet stronger, cracking the ground underneath him.

“I can’t fight them all at once?

Don’t make me laugh!” He roared and every inch of his being activated, preparing to make his move.

“No matter how many come, ants are still ants!” Crack!

Swoosh!

Ruthlessly, Lucivar’s speed exploded-going from one to one hundred in a split second.

Screams of agony rang out, catching Ragnar off guard.

As Ragnar turned to check what happened, his eyes widened when he saw Lucivar was already inches away from him.

Before he could even react, his blood drew a haunting arc in the air with the night sky backdrop behind it.

Blinking his eyes, Ragnar looked down and saw a vicious slash crossing his entire body.

Deep enough to spurt out, a ridiculous amount of blood.

“Grrggh…!” Ragnar grunted-as his hand instinctively shot to the open wound, attempting to stop the bleeding even though it was futile.

Gritting his teeth, he was about to explode in anger but stopped at the sight in front of him.

“He killed all of them in an instant?” Despite believing Lucivar would struggle, now that he knew Lucivar probably used-an underhanded tactic to catch the old man off guard and defeat him seeing that his power was still at the Acolyte rank, what happened was the complete opposite.

All ten of his men, all possessing the Werrwolf bloodline, were completely killed.

Lucivar killed them all as if he was a Chrysalis-rank Hybrid.

Corpses-and blood scattered throughout the street like a gory painting, the outcome of exchanging a single blow with Lucivar was devastating for them.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Lucivar behind him, standing upright.

He was silhouetted by the moonlight, marveling at his blood-coated emerald claws.

How he looked at his blood-coated claws made Ragnar uncomfortable.

It was as if he fell in love with his new claws.

“Cool, I now have a weapon even when I forgot to bring one,” Lucivar mumbled lightly.

Upon hearing what he said, Ragnar’s pupils dilated, ‘D-Did he copy an ability from one of my men?’ Naturally, it was basic due diligence to research about anyone he was dealing with.

In Lucivar’s case, Ragnar knew that he had no such ability that could turn his fingernails into claws.

Clearly, somehow, Lucivar copied this ability.

“Go on then, you’re going to die if you don’t do anything,” Lucivar said, looking straight at Ragnar’s wound.

Realizing where he was looking, Ragnar reached down to his chest and realized that the wound was still there, it wasn’t even remotely healing.

Even though a severe wound like this time would take some time to heal, the bleeding would at least stop at this point.

But it hadn’t stopped, it was still bleeding profusely.

“How is this possible?” Ragnar muttered but quickly recovered and turned his body around.

Gritting his teeth, anger swelled inside of him as he glared at Lucivar.

“You can’t kill me!” Ragnar barked.

“Do you know who I am?!

You’ll die if you kill me!” Instead of answering, Lucivar only smiled in return.

A smile that brought coldness to Ragnar’s feet.

“Show me your last resort,” Lucivar also turned to face him before tilting his head tauntingly.

“I’m sure the sole son of the Crimson Wolf Clan’s head-has something that’d protect his life in a dangerous situation like this.

Show it to me or you’ll die,” Realizing that there was no other choice, Ragnar took out a rose flower from his pocket.

Unlike regular rose flowers, it looked puffy and glistened like candy.

But considering the ether it emanated-it must be a magical item.

“I’ll show it to you!” Ragnar declared and put the rose flower into his mouth, swallowing it with a big gulp.

Almost instantly, the veins underneath his skin began to glow bright red and his aura spiked to a higher ceiling. “It’s the Berserker Rose, anyone who eats it will lose control and become even stronger.

Since I’m a Werewolf Hybrid, the effect on me would be stronger!” “My power…” He continued, clutching his hands hard.

“I can even beat a Chrysalis rank now!” Seeing this, Lucivar clapped his hands in amusement.

He could clearly see that Ragnar wasn’t lying, his power surged exponentially.

Currently, he was easily comparable to the third-star Chrysalis rank.

Swoosh!

“How was it now?!” Ragnar stepped forward, his aura flaming as it spread throughout the entire street unrestrained.

“Are you still confident now?

I’ll tell you what, let me leave right now and you don’t need to bear the risk of killing me.

I’ll drop everything-and take my losses for getting off on the wrong foot with you” Seeing that Lucivar was still hesitating, Ragnar pressed further.

“I still have many more up my sleeves, you wouldn’t win this fight,” He pressured further.

“Eh…?” Just then, Lucivar’s smile disappeared-replaced with a hollow, surprised expression.

“Do you still think you can get away from this through talking?

Did you think I didn’t deal a more severe blow earlier to you because I was hesitant?

No…” “Your death is certain the moment you want to kill me,” He added with a final edge to his voice.