Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Bronze Sphere Chapter 92: Bronze Sphere Lucivar was about to move but stopped.

He looked down and realized that he was still in bad shape-even his right hand was still four fingers short, “I don’t know if Loki’s strands would be able to heal this severe of a wound,” He mused, shaking his head.

Other than healing small wounds, he never really tried healing severe wounds.

Even when he healed Leandra back then, he left her most severe wounds to Nerissa.

It wasn’t that Loki’s strands weren’t strong enough to heal severe wounds but Lucivar did not have enough strands to heal them.

Greedy Grasp ability, was mainly focused on making all of his other abilities or spells stronger.

Since he has no healing ability, he could only use its raw power to heal.

And that alone is extensive in strands expenditure.

“But wait, I did complete my first Divine Elevation,” Lucivar thought aloud and inspected his body, once again.

“I don’t feel any different, not that I noticed.

I am sure the strands were a lot stronger now, I could heal my wounds but the problem is my strands were exhausted” Due to his battle against the doppelganger, he exhausted every strand that he had.

He needs to replenish them.

“I missed Sabrina already,” Lucivar sighed.

“If only I could put her in my pocket” Standing up with a groan, Lucivar went over to where the doppelganger was killed and saw a pool of green energy scattered on the ground.

He pointed his ring at it, and sucked the entire green energy.

Once it was gone, he checked his ring and found the essence bars were full again at 5.

Lucivar used three earlier to obtain the Viper Spirit spell and now it’s full again.

Nodding his head, he moved onto the three spheres.

Out of the spheres, the green sphere was the biggest and the smallest is the bronze sphere.

Lucivar put the golden sphere away, placing it inside his Inner Chamber, as he would need to cultivate with it to use it.

Next, he couldn’t contain his excitement for the bronze sphere-the one that belonged to Sutekh.

It was small, the size of an orange but when Lucivar lifted it, he was in for a surprise.

“Holy…

It’s so heavy!” He mused in shock.

He needed to squat down and adjust his grip better to lift the bronze sphere and even then, he was still struggling, the veins and muscles on his left arm were bulging from simply lifting the bronze sphere.

Once he lifted it, however, the entire sphere melted into bronze goo.

As if it was a living being, it enveloped Lucivar’s entire body.

Suddenly, an enormous weight pressed Lucivar to his knees, and giving no time for him to breathe, the bronze goo, heated up.

It went from cool to hot in five seconds, and a painful shout was forced out of him.

Like being submerged in a sea of fire, steam began to sizzle out of his body.

His flesh was seared as the bronze goo soaked into his muscles, twisting and forcing them to harden and swell.

Similarly, his tendons stretched-snapping back taut with agonizing power, that had him biting down to stifle more screams rising in his throat.

If he let it out once again, Mirel would come to check and he didn’t want that.

Despite being able to endure the pain of the battle earlier, this was something else entirely.

Lucivar felt his body tremors as he gripped the mud hard, his consciousness was slipping as the pain kept on increasing by the second.

Blood seeped from his pores, as the most painful process began.

Gruesome snapping sounds echoed.

His bones throbbed and shifted, reinforcing themselves beneath the skin.

It was so painful that Lucivar bit down his teeth so hard that they began to bleed.

A world of pain was delivered to Lucivar and it felt like an eternity passed before it ended.

Once it did, however, Lucivar felt his body was anew.

Panting heavily as his wounds worsened from the process of absorbing the bronze sphere, he lay on the muddy ground, unmoving, “I really don’t feel like going anywhere,” He mused, he rather stay in the mud and sleep if he could.

“But I couldn’t” Sitting up was a struggle, his entire body from top to bottom felt sore.

Once he got on his feet, he checked his body and found that it was more toned than before.

He went to the side, to see his reflection and noticed a change.

Even though his muscles didn’t get noticeably bigger, they were more toned, and the power contained in them-was something else.

Lucivar felt like if he flexed, his muscles now, there was a chance of them exploding.

“I should hurry back and test my raw strength once again” He mused lightly.

Lastly, his focus went back to the green sphere.

Since he completed the first Divine Elevation for Loki, he knew that there would be a change as Gandr said.

Initially, the green sphere provided him with increased ether reserve, and also increased mastery over ether.

Now, he didn’t know what to expect from it.

Just as he was about to absorb it, however, he made a sharp turn.

He heard a loud crash from the distance, it came from the church’s direction.

Realizing that he had no time to waste-Lucivar put the green sphere into his Inner Chamber and sprinted towards the church’s direction.

He was still hurt, he was limping, but that didn’t matter, he needed to reach the church.

Seeing him appearing from the side in a hurry, Mirel wanted to say something.

But Lucivar didn’t let him say anything.

He pointed his hand at Mirel instead and sucked his ether, “Don’t fight it, I need your ether!” “Okay, be careful though!” Mirel nodded.

Lucivar’s Greedy Grasp ability has gotten stronger from the first Divine Elevation-the range, in particular, had increased, by a lot.

He could now absorb other’s ether-from several dozen meters away.

Of course, the further he was from the target, the more obvious this ability becomes.

But Lucivar didn’t need to think about that since it was Mirel.

From Mirel, he had enough time to obtain two strands.

One of them was used to heal a bit of his wounds while he kept the other one for later.

Or rather, for the last reward of his plan.

Since he might not have the time to go to the dungeon, he made sure that being here would be worth it, “And Catherine, in particular…

she’s worth it.

I can’t pass up this chance!” At the prospect ahead, Lucivar forced his legs to move.

Meanwhile, in the church.

Kaboom!

Blasted, the fat proselyte got thrown to the other side and crashed into the wall.

He coughed a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Pushing himself up and raising his gaze the fat proselyte shuddered at the sight of the figure across him.

His wife, Catherine was a completely different person now.

She wasn’t the same, harmless woman he knew.

Not only did she have the bravery to hurt him but she also became powerful.

Catherine’s eyes were now blazing crimson, her right hand was burning with deep crimson flames as she stared at the fat proselyte with malice.

She had been torturing her husband, and for the grand finale, she wanted to show him how strong she had gotten.

At the center of her chest was a red crystal fragment, it pulsed with alien energy.

It was a Prime Fire Gem.

Realizing what it was, the fat proselyte’s eyes widened completely, ‘She took the Primordial Fire Gem from the pastor?

It was meant for the pastor, he made the deal, so if the gem was here then does that mean…

she killed him?!’ In exchange for cultivating the proselyte, the pastor would be rewarded with this gem.

A gem that contained the power of the Fire Primordial.

Allowing a normal person to be a wielder of fire, rivaling even the power of Hybrids.

Now, that exact gem had fallen to Catherine’s hands.

“Don’t do this, Catherine, I am your husband!” the fat proselyte shouted-raising his hand in utter fear.

“The Blood God won’t accept His servant harming another of His servant, you will be damned for eternity if you go through with this!!” Upon hearing this, Catherine stopped mid-track, she hesitated.

Despite what she had done, her loyalty to the Blood God runs deep inside her veins.

‘If I do this, I’ll be damned for eternity…?’ She thought, her arms shaking.

Even her flames began to grow smaller and weak, the thought of being damned by the Blood God was crippling for her.

Seeing this, the fat proselyte smirked, “Stop this-and I will forgive you, I will help you ask forgiveness and favor from the Blood God!” Catherine clenched her hands hard, assuring herself, ‘No, I’ve crossed the line already…’ Recalling what she did to the pastor, she reaffirmed her determination.

But at the same time, she was still hesitant, fearful that she might’ve been wrong.

Just then, however, the fat proselyte suddenly convulsed.

Green energy began to steam from his body and caused him to growl in pain and transform.

Catherine slowly backed away, when the fat proselyte’s form began swelling, getting bigger and bigger-his head even almost reaching the ceiling.

His human form changed drastically, turning into more of a monster than a man.

His torso turned black, his legs branched into eight root-like legs, and his arms grew longer, becoming whipping tentacles.

But worse of all-his facial features twisted and disappeared, becoming featureless right in front of Catherine’s eyes.

Seeing this, Catherine slowly stepped back, away from her husband.

Hitting a broken wood, she fell down to her butt, her entire body shaking from fear.

“Is this divine retribution…?” Catherine uttered and gulped.

“Divine retribution for my sins?” Roar!!

As soon those words left her lips, the fat proselyte now monstrous roared at her.

Its roar cracked the walls and trembled the ground.

Gritting her teeth, she summoned her biggest crimson fireball and hurled it ahead.

It struck and exploded right on the proselyte’s head-but it did minimal damage, angering it more than damaging it.

Fear began to seep in, as she knew that she had no chance, “I have prayed, bled, suffered-everything for the Blood God’s name, your name.

And now as I took fate into my own hands, you punished me?

Have I been nothing to you all along?” Catherine began to cry, she only wanted to be content but she wasn’t fitting for it.

Her devotion was nothing more than farce, she was abandoned.

Reclining to her destiny, Catherine clasped her hands together as the proselyte struck.

Its massive tentacle hand-whipped at her at incredible speed.

But accepting her destiny is hard, a fire burns inside of her as she prays one more time.

“Please, don’t abandon me!!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.

Just as she shouted that, the wall to her side exploded open and a figure dashed inside.

Cathrine’s eyes widened, enthralled at the figure who came to her rescue-and slapped the proselyte’s tentacle arm, away.

She blinked her eyes to look at the dashing man-in front of her as tears streamed down her face.

“His Angel…?”