Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Blood Terror

The battlefield crackled with tension as the Red Being, sensing Aiden’s vulnerability, lunged at him with blinding speed. Aiden’s eyes widened in terror, his face paling as the bloodied claws stopped mere inches from his throat. Time seemed to slow, and Aiden braced himself for the inevitable. However, just in time, Ancestor’s martial spirit, the Black Heaven Venom King, coiled around him, intercepting the attack.

“Fuck, just how strong is this thing?” Ancestor cursed, blood dripping from his mouth as the poison seeped from his spirit, enveloping the Red Being’s claws.

The creature shrieked in pain, retreating as its claws melted from the corrosive fog. It sat back on its haunches, examining its wounded limbs with a childlike curiosity. “Touching… Black… Thing… Dangerous,” it murmured, its voice unsettlingly innocent yet filled with malevolence.

High above, Eeh’liel completed his chant, his Crown of Undead pulsing with sinister energy. A thick pillar of black light shot from his outstretched hand, aimed directly at the Red Being. “Death Star,” he intoned, releasing the devastating spell.

The Red Being’s eyes widened as the dark light approached. It leaped to evade, but the beam curved, homing in on its target with unrelenting precision. “It’s futile; it’s a homing spell,” Eeh’liel announced, his voice cold and detached.

The Red Being twisted and turned, moving with an agility that seemed impossible for its grotesque form. Meanwhile, Aiden summoned his own martial spirits, the Death Dragon of Infinite Darkness and the Reaper Scythe. He gripped the massive scythe, feeling the raw power of the Death Dragon’s soul essence surge through him, raising his realm to the peak of Spirit Saint. The strain was immense, his body screaming under the overwhelming pressure.

“I can’t maintain this for long,” Aiden thought, his grip tightening on the scythe. He turned to Ancestor, who was visibly exhausted and wounded from his earlier efforts. “Take a rest,” Aiden urged, his voice firm despite the strain.

Ancestor nodded, retreating to a safer distance to recover. He marveled at Aiden’s determination, knowing full well that they were facing an opponent of unimaginable power. “Even with my peak Spirit Saint power, I’m not a match for him,” Aiden thought, assessing the situation quickly. Despite being a whole realm lower, his four spirits provided a formidable force, giving him a fighting chance.

As the Red Being continued to evade the Death Star, it suddenly stopped. Its eyes locked onto Aiden, and a strange, calculating glint appeared in its gaze. It stood motionless, seemingly inviting the attack.

“I… Can… Do… That… Too,” the creature muttered, its tone disturbingly mimicking human speech. Confusion spread across Aiden and Ancestor’s faces, while Eeh’liel’s expression grew intense, struggling to control the Death Star.

“Did he…?” Eeh’liel thought, his eyes narrowing as he observed the creature.

A red light began to emanate from the Red Being, growing brighter and more intense. “Fuck, isn’t that a sign of martial spirit awakening?” Ancestor exclaimed, horrified at the realization.

The light intensified, and as it subsided, a Blood Orchid appeared behind the Red Being, blooming with an eerie, crimson glow. The petals unfurled, and from within, a monstrous form emerged—a Blood Scaled Dragon, its scales glistening with a dark, ominous sheen.

Aiden’s heart sank. The situation had gone from bad to worse. The creature had somehow awakened a martial spirit, and not just any spirit, but a dragon, the pinnacle of power and ferocity. The Blood Scaled Dragon roared, its voice shaking the very ground beneath them.

The Death Star spell struck the dragon, but it merely absorbed the impact, the dark energy feeding into its newfound power. The creature’s form solidified, its eyes burning with a newfound intelligence and hunger.

“This… is bad,” Eeh’liel muttered, barely concealing his dread.

The Blood Scaled Dragon spread its wings, the air around it crackling with raw, unbridled power. Aiden felt the crushing weight of despair as the dragon’s aura washed over him, a cold, suffocating presence that threatened to extinguish all hope.

“We need a new plan,” Aiden shouted, his voice barely audible over the dragon’s roars. “This thing just got a lot more dangerous.”

“Focus on the weak points,” Eeh’liel advised, his eyes scanning the creature’s body. “The scales may be tough, but every armor has its chinks.”

As the Red Being gazed at its newly formed martial spirit, a childlike curiosity filled its expression. “What can you do?” it asked aloud, its voice an eerie mix of innocence and malice. The Blood Scaled Dragon’s black irises locked onto its master, and a silent understanding passed between them. The creature nodded, comprehension dawning in its eyes.

With a thought, the Red Being took control of the blood river that had been feeding the Blood Violet Orchid. The crimson liquid churned and swirled under its command, gradually condensing and solidifying. In moments, the blood had transformed into a massive, crystalline red scythe, eerily similar to Aiden’s weapon but with a sinister, otherworldly glow.

“Is he copying me?” Aiden asked, bewilderment coloring his voice.

“Maybe, Master,” Eeh’liel replied, his voice tinged with concern. “But he’s learning faster than I expected!”

“Then kill it faster,” Ancesteo growled, joining them with a sharp glare.

Eeh’liel’s eyes flared with irritation. “Don’t order me around, pest,” he snapped, his tone cold and biting.

Ancesteo flinched, his face contorting with anger. He opened his mouth to retort, but Aiden intervened. “Stop. Focus on that thing first,” he commanded, his voice firm.

Both Eeh’liel and Ancesteo muttered a grudging “Yes, Master” before turning their attention back to the Red Being, who was now spinning the blood scythe with a playful ease, as if testing its weight and balance.

“We need to end this before he actually learns how to use it,” Aiden warned. His eyes narrowed as he checked the energy crystals at his waist, calculating how much power he had left. “Distract him while I set up a magic circle,” he instructed.

Ancesteo and Eeh’liel exchanged a quick glance before nodding. They both knew that Aiden was right; they had to act fast. The Red Being, with its newfound martial spirit and growing understanding of combat, was becoming increasingly dangerous.

Eeh’liel hovered in the air, his Crown of Undead glowing with a malevolent light. He began summoning more undead warriors, directing them towards the Red Being. The spectral figures rushed forward, their weapons raised, ready to strike.

Ancesteo, meanwhile, activated the full power of his Black Heaven Venom King. The massive serpentine spirit coiled around him, its scales shimmering with a deadly black sheen. He launched himself at the Red Being, venomous fog pouring from his spirit’s mouth, creating a toxic cloud around them.

The Red Being reacted instinctively, swinging its blood scythe in a wide arc. The weapon sliced through the air with a menacing hum, scattering the undead warriors and dissipating the venomous fog. But Eeh’liel’s summons were relentless, continuously harrying the creature, keeping it on the defensive.

“He’s adapting too quickly,” Ancesteo muttered under his breath, frustration seeping into his voice. He pushed forward, his martial spirit striking with venomous fangs, aiming for the creature’s unprotected sides.

Aiden, meanwhile, concentrated on forming the magic circle. He placed the energy crystals at key points, chanting softly under his breath as intricate runes and symbols began to glow on the ground. He had to hurry; the longer they took, the more the Red Being would learn and adapt.

The Red Being’s eyes darted between the attackers and the magic circle forming beneath Aiden’s feet. It grinned, a sinister smile stretching across its face. “Playtime… Over,” it whispered, its voice chillingly calm.

With a sudden burst of speed, the Red Being lunged at Eeh’liel, swinging its scythe with deadly precision. Eeh’liel barely managed to dodge, the blade slicing through the space where he had been moments before. The force of the swing sent a shockwave through the air, causing the undead warriors to stumble and falter.

Eeh’liel too himself faltered, he but then using a undead he summoned as support positiones himself back and then with a jump he evaded the Sycthe that was aimed at him.

The sudden movement of target loss caused Red being to lose his balance and Ancestor trying to find a opportunity, rushed at him after seeing the opportunity.

His fist glowed with black light, he concentrated it so much that the surroundings space around it become distorted.

He aimed it at the creature back, aiming to pulverize his whole upper body.

Aiden while setting the magic circle suddenly widen his eyes aa he looked at Ancestor.

He almost broke his chanting, as he cursed at Ancestor stupidity.

Red being is not human, there is no sense of balance for him, him faltering was nothing but a playful act from his side.

And as Aiden expected, the red being who was leaning forward suddenly twisted his body defying whatever left over laws of physics was left in this cultivation world.

He swing the blood red Scythe at Ancestor, precisely aimed at his neck.

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