I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 97

Chapter 97: The Castle Lord [part 4]
An eerie chuckle crawled out of the maelstrom’s mouth. With a flick of his hand, he sent the clone crashing into the wall and faced Northern.

“Interesting… interesting question to ask.”

Spreading both his arms into the air he started,

“I am nothing but a loyal servant and a very strong believer in the hope that lies in bloodshed. I am was molded through madness and I thrive in it.”

He paused looking into Northern’s eyes with a dubious grin.

“Do you have your answer from that.” He chuckled, and gestured with his hand, “no way… I hear humans are gomers. Even they happen to be equipped with the best of structures. What you people have, that brain is a treasure out there you know?”

His words came out so naturally and was even more frightening since they clearly were not thr language Northern was used to but he could understand! Amazing well as at that.

Coupled with the hundred voice in one that it possessed.

A dark frown was rimpled on Northern’s face as he inquired again.

“Who do you serve?”

The castle lord went bug eyed.

“Such an interesting human. Not only do I find it amazing that you can understand and speak to me. But you interest exalts me. It makes me so happy. Okay, since you asked politely, I will tell you.”

Silence reigned in the atmosphere for a while, as Koll the castle lord fixated his eyes on Northern.

Night Terror surprisingly was still, since the moment Northern had entered.

The hundred-in-one voice of the castle lord again rolled out, shattering the silence.

“There are entities in this world that are beyond the knowing of you insignificant beings. I have seen across all dimensions the same thing playing out. You lot are too ignorant and stupid to comprehend the magnificence and scale of greatness.”

He walked as he continued.

“You settle for less. Less knowledge. Less understanding. Less power. Less might. It’s no wonder why you all are nothing but lesser beings.”

Northern stayed silent but inwardly was pissed.

‘When will he stop talking down on me and actually tell me?’

He could not say the words out, the sound of Koll’s voice already slugged so much fear in his heart. There were currently no balls to be cocky in front of the maelstrom.

“Ah… perhaps, I shall give you a chance maybe you will understand my plights.” His voice grew somber.

He raised his head and turned to Northern, walking closer to him as he started:

“The Blood Tyrant, Hunter of Souls, Father of Chaos… the Origin of Courage, Honor, Strength, Hate and Blood. That is what he is… he is the greatest Origin to ever exist. The one that found my soul and set me free from the shackles of limitation. He made me see the good that madness can do.”

All that he said, Northern paid rapt attention and even though all this things sounded quite intriguing and grabbed his intention, he still could not understand.

So, he figured he’d ask one question, garnering his balls, he opened his mouth. Face to face with the intimidating castle lord.

“So…” He paused abruptly as Koll focused on him.

His fiery eyes were like they were burning holes into Northern’s soul.

Northern gulped and parted his lips again, feeling his saliva dry out as he spoke.

“What I wanted to say is… what exactly is an origin?”

The castle lord drew a blank face for a couple of seconds then frowned.

He gnarled angrily, erupting a fusillade of red malevolent essence from its form.

“How dare you mock me?!!!” He shouted and lunged at Northern.

Before he could make it to half the distance even though already close to Northern, Night Terror collided with the monster.

Both of them tumbling sideway and delving cracks on the ground.

Northern almost felt he would shit himself just now. It was so sudden and unexpected.

‘What did I do to warrant such reaction? All I did was ask what an origin was? Is it a word I was never to utter? If so why did he say it to me?’

Northern was filled with so may confusions.

He thought he’d be able be get a few clues as to what the core of the gate is and who the prince of chaos was.

Koll did mention something like the Father of Chaos. But it was not enough for Northern. He just wanted to know more.

And sadly, that didn’t look like it’d be happening today.

Northern’s eyes widened and narrowed.

‘What am I even doing?!’

Jacking himself back to reality, Northern spurled into action to seize the opportunity brought about by Night Terror’s ambush.

The onyx blade materialized into his hands as he shot forward, joining the fray.

Before he could land an attack, the castle lord whirled with blinding speed, his claws raking across in a flurry of strikes.

Northern had belatedly taken a step backward and shielded himself with his swords, some strikes escaped him but only enough to cut shallow wounds.

‘Crap, if not for my training with Night Terror’

Northern’s muscle senses had been honed from Night Terror inhumane attacks that came with unseeable speed.

‘I have to admit, training with that monster paid off’

Night Terror lunged swiftly, letting loose a torrent of black flames that engulfed Koll in a whirlpool of Void essence.

The castle lord emerged unscathed, shrugging off the infernal onslaught as if it were a mere nuisance.

“I thought you would be different, but I was wrong? You dare mock me… do you too think I am less of myself because I am chained?!” He bellowed with an earth-shattering roar.

As Night Terror exploded forward on all four limbs, galloping across in a jiffy, Koll unleashed a fleet of spectral lances that hurtled toward both Northern and Night Terror.

The clone appeared in front of Northern and deflected the deadly projectiles with a flurry of sword strokes, his blade a shimmering vortex of steel, but Night Terror was not so agile.

Northern’s eyes widened as he saw his monstrous ally.

Several lances impaled the beast, black smokes sizzling through its flesh.

Night Terror howled in agony, thrashing wildly as it sought to dislodge the torturous barbs. Its massive tail whipped through the air, slamming into Koll with the force of a battering ram and sending him careening into the far wall.

No doubt, Northern’s plan to wear the stalwart monster down had worked perfectly, all those moments of endless movement was beginning to take a toll on it.

And now…

A bitter taste entered Northern’s mouth.

‘Why am I feeling bad? I don’t have to feel bad? We will end up fighting each other so I was only looking out for myself!’

Northern tried to save himself from the guilt he felt. However, an unasked question bugged the back of his mind.

If Night Terror was slowly beginning to get weaker… how were they supposed to defeat this maelstrom?