Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Assassin Down
Lucivar took a brutal hit.

He tried saving the woman, but he was a second too late, and now, Gandr—and Sha were giving him an earful for trying to act like a white knight. But then again, he did this for a purpose, not because of some stupid altruism that arose inside him out of nowhere.

Of course, Gandr and Sha knew the reason.

But it was still stupid—too risky.

Fortunately, he survived the crushing blow from the tentacle, leaving only his back scorched black.

“No!” Orivelle screamed from a distance, seeing that the woman had been killed.

She was far away, busy with protecting herself, but she still saw how the woman got crushed.

It was because of the woman’s plea for help, she heard it.

Naturally, she saw what happened there, and her eyes shifted dangerously toward Caldaros.

Even though Lucivar was the one who bumped into the woman, causing her to be caught, he didn’t do it intentionally. It was an accident. Caldaros, on the other hand, could’ve helped the woman easily, but he chose not to.

So, it wasn’t surprising for Orivelle to fix her anger at him.

Luciviar saw this and couldn’t help but smile inside.

‘I didn’t plan to have her see this, but more people going against Caldaros is better for me. Keep doing you, Caldaros. I’ll happily watch as you dig your own graves,’ He thought evilly—the taste of victory was already at the tip of his tongue. ‘Now, it’s time to get what I want from you, Orivelle.’

Slowly, Lucivar climbed back to his feet.

He wanted to tap on the crest, healing his wounds as the tentacles were still hovering around him.

One of them was even about to strike him again.

But as he was about to do that, his hand froze midway.

Lucivar could feel heat coming from his chest, gradually worsening, until it turned into pain.

“Kahhk!”

A mouthful of blood exploded from his mouth, catching him by surprise.

“What…?” Lucivar muttered in shock.

Naturally, his eyes trailed down to his body, and he found the tip of a blade poking out of his chest.

He was stabbed!

Not only that, but the blade was invisible, blending with the surroundings.

Meanwhile, several hundred meters away from Lucivar’s position, Mirel was making his way forward.

Knowing that Lucivar was aiming for Orivelle, he decided to stick with her, and waited until he came to her eventually. Surprisingly enough, the paralyzing effect of his yellow lightning attribute, coupled with the destructive might of Orivelle’s fire attribute, created a formidable combination.

Any tentacles or lava slimes that lashed onto them were blown away by their attacks.

It was clear that their attributes complemented each other.

‘What is Lucivar doing?’ Mirel thought as he glanced to the side.

Seeing him heading towards Orivelle, Mirel thought he’d make his move right now.

But instead, he made a sudden dash away.

It looked random, but Mirel knew better—the dash was full of deliberate intent.

Just as he grabbed a lava slime with lightning-coated hands and ripped it into two, he heard a wail from Orivelle. Almost instantly, he snapped towards Orivelle, and realized that she was looking in a direction where Lucivar and supposedly the woman from Orivelle’s group were flattened against the ground.

‘What happened? Did Lucivar do that?’ Mirel thought inside.

He soon realized that it wasn’t Lucivar.

Orivelle was glaring at Caldaros, who was already way ahead, battling several tentacles at the same time.

Naturally, this was supposed to be Caldaros’ fault, but Mirel still has his doubts.

As he looked around the area, his brows dipped into a frown when he realized something.

“Hmm? Where’s Arthur?” He murmured inwardly.

Just moments ago, Arthur was fighting at the center between Mirel’s side and Lucivar’s side.

Now, he was nowhere to be seen.

A sense of bad premonition crept in almost instantly.

His sudden disappearance, paired with the mystery of his bloodline, stirred a deep—and growing unease inside Mirel. He kept turning his head, searching for any sign of Arthur, but he couldn’t find any.

It was then, amidst the weaving tentacles, that Mirel saw Lucivar suddenly coughing a mouthful of blood.

On his chest, a hole could be seen as blood dripped down his form.

“Lucivar!!” Mirel shouted and immediately rushed towards him.

But as he did, two tentacles exploded from the ground, barring his way to help Lucivar.

“Orivelle!” Mirel shouted loudly. “What’s Arthur’s bloodline? And why is he attacking Lucivar?!”

Upon hearing this, Orivelle blinked and turned towards Lucivar.

“A-Arthur…?” She sucked in a cold breath, knowing full well that Arthur has the capability to become invisible if he wanted to. Not only was he a womanizer, but he’s also a creep. She knew that much, “He-He… I can’t really say…”

Orivelle bit her lower lip, recalling what Arthur said to her earlier.

“Look, Lucivar is dangerous. Don’t get too close to him or you’ll get hurt. Do you understand?”

“He killed the Shadow Clan champions earlier!”

At that moment, Orivelle thought Arthur had already lost his mind.

Lucivar is extremely strong, that’s already proven from their small contest earlier, but that doesn’t mean he was dangerous—towards them. Even if he did kill the Shadow Clan’s champions, which she highly doubts, it was probably self-defense.

It was not he who started the fight.

And from the looks of them earlier, they seemed to harbor the desire to kill Lucivar, somehow.

Orivelle attributed this to a man’s pride—Arthur must be jealous of Lucivar’s strength and wanted to bring him down, starting from making her doubt him. But she wasn’t biting, there’s no way she would trust Arthur’s words at face value.

Not when she knew what kind of person he was.

However, to think that he went as far as ambushing Lucivar like this—it was inconceivable.

‘Had it not been for maintaining our institute’s reputation, I would’ve rat him out.’ Orivelle thought.

Meanwhile, Lucivar coughed another mouthful of blood as the blade was twisted inside him.

Before he could do or say anything, the blade was pulled out, right as the tentacle was about to hit him.

Fortunately, his wings were still able to function despite the wounds they suffered, pushing him out of the way in the nick of time. Lucivar rolled across the ground—before coming to a halt, ‘Tch! I need to heal myself and get rid of this rat quickly.’

As he reached for the crest, his eyes widened when he couldn’t feel it.

He looked down at his chest and saw the crest was not where it should be, torn from his clothes.

Clearly, someone took it, and it must be the one who stabbed him.

Lucivar groaned in pain—his body was now a wreck, and the hole in his chest was also a problem.

If he couldn’t find the crest, he would bleed out.

Even before he bled out, the lava slimes—and tentacles would tear him to shreds if he couldn’t dodge their attacks. As he was to move again, his eyes caught a glistening object, reflecting the sunlight from its surface.

Reacting instinctively, he raised his hand to catch it, but he was a tad bit too late.

Splash!

Once again, an invisible blade pierced through him—this time, his stomach.

“Sorry, but you have no choice other than to die,” A voice echoed, one that made it unmistakable that it was Arthur. “I must admit, you’re really strong. I have to resort to an ambush to kill you. But still, being strong isn’t enough. You have to be cunning too.”

“Arthur…” Lucivar smirked, exposing his blood-stained teeth. “So, it was you who was tailing me.”

Moments earlier, while he was dealing with Renis, there was a rat.

Someone was watching from the shadows, and as it turns out, it was none other than Arthur.

“Yeah, I got chills while watching you handle those guys. You used one of them, tricked the other two, and trapped the last one. Wow…” Arthur scoffed in disbelief, looking at Lucivar—as if he were a literal monster. “You are very dangerous, Lucivar. I hope you realized that.”

“Is that why you’re doing this? Because I’m dangerous?” Lucivar asked.

He wanted to make sure of the motivation behind this.

“No,” Arthur chuckled. “I’m doing this for Ragnar. You mess with the wrong people, motherfucker.”

Upon hearing this, Lucivar’s eyes sparkled.

Now it was confirmed, Arthur was the assassin sent by the Crimson Wolf Clan.

Lucivar was quite impressed by Arthur—even though he’s a pretty boy with meager strength, he was good at hiding his killing intent. Even earlier, while he was watching from the shadows, Lucivar could only see a faint dark trail of energy.

It was too weak to know where it came from, so he wasn’t sure if it was really Arthur.

But now, he knew for a fact that it was Arthur.

Knowing that the Crimson Wolf Clan was a part of this, Lucivar gave the red rose to them so that the assassin sent by them would need to kill him discreetly. He wanted to force the assassin to ambush him, in the hope that the assassin’s killing intent would slip out.

Surprisingly, Arthur kept it tight—only exposing his killing intent right now.

“And this invisibility?” Lucivar raised his brows.

“I am a Mirror Demon Hybrid—with a named Archdemon’s blood coursing through my veins,” Arthur said calmly, offering Lucivar the courtesy of an answer—before death. “I control glass, reflection, and anything in between. I can blend into the background like this, vanish from sight completely. Do not even try to shatter it, you can’t even touch it. In the end, no one will see me coming. All they’ll know is that you made a mistake and got torn apart by monsters.”

For a second there, Lucivar gazed ahead at the empty void where Arthur was supposed to be standing.

His eyes were round, a reaction that Arthur assumed as pure shock.

A shock that came from knowing that he was really going to die.

However, in the next second, his assumption was thwarted as Lucivar began to laugh humorously.

It was almost as if Arthur said the funniest thing in the whole world.

“What?” Arthur frowned. “What are you laughing at?”

Lucivar continued laughing—the drone caught him laughing by himself, as if he had lost his mind.

Then, once he was satisfied, he wiped his tears.

“Sorry, sorry,” He apologized, still chuckling a bit. “I can’t believe it. You’re actually a Mirror Demon?”

“And what if I am?” Arthur rebutted.

“Then, I could do this…” Lucivar smirked evilly, sending a chill down Arthur’s spine.

Out of nowhere, Lucivar grabbed Arthur’s hand tightly.

If Arthur were only invisible, then he could still be grabbed like this.

Lucivar could punch him hard—or even stab him right now, killing Arthur on the spot, but he has a better idea in mind. Smirking playfully, he whistled, seemingly commanding something, and in the next second, Arthur’s glass, which made him invisible, shattered.

Splash!

For a second there, Arthur’s eyes widened completely.

He turned visible!