While Stitch, his body is also enlarged. However, Stitch's black body was shiny and hard as steel. Scarlett took her sniper, Bonus had her chain schimitar ready, and Fairmind had her claws.
Countdime and Camilla as well, everyone looks against Cron. Mythril rose from her slump and from her shoulders came black angel wings. A small dimensional space opened that Mythril's hand took something.
A scythe with dripping black liquid.
(So she… all this time… was a fallen angel…)
"I WON'T LET YOU TOUCH BELDEVERE!" she said loudly. Now Mythril was sharp-faced and much calmer.
Beldevere, who had also sensed her comrates aura, his body suddenly floated up. Beldevere's necklace, which has the Wraith Sanctum emblem, glows turquoise.
Baldevere's clothes now change into a bloody ball gown with rose trinkets. The blood seemed to light up and move. Beldevere's hair billowed and danced with his powerful aura. Emerging from the surface of the spirit field a spear
The spear had a beating heart and seemed like a living individual. While the tip is like a large drill, conical, and can be widened like an umbrella used as a shield or to shoot spirit energy.
“Cron… I really respect you. I've always hoped to make you Wraith Sanctum's trump card. But… *Hah… (sighed) I didn't expect everything to be this bad…. Well, maybe my grandfather will hate me now,” said Beldevere as she prepared to fight.
While Cron…
(It's been a long time since I've been serious…)
#Cwiing!
Cron's katana-like with a handle like a templar's sword, the blade turned into a stream of white mist and water. Flowing life like milk.
#Whirlwhirl
#Kringing! Swoosh!
Bonus jumped, rolled his body, and was about to slash at Cron with his two Schimitars.
But…
#Srrr~ Tang!
Countdime parried the attack with his blood blade.
Bonuses bounce backwards.
“Co-coundime! You too?"
“You just don't understand the situation…” he said casually, adjusting his glasses. “it just… ALL YOU KNOW ARE CHEAP WOMEN, BONUS?” Countdime said loud and mockingly.
"Tch, brat!" Bonus got baited, then set its target on the Countdime.
Bonus and Countdime are fighting an equal battle. Schimitar Bonus's eye swipe was able to make the Countdime's blood blade peel off slightly. But that's it and nothing more.
Then…
“I-I will also help!” Fairmind jumped up, swiftly swinging her claws straight at the Countdime.
However…
#Bruakk!
A black shadow with a posture similar to Fairmind kicked Fairmind so that it stared at the spirit field wall. The ectoplasms, or something like abstract spirit orbs circling the room began to move away from the chaos.
Other black shadows appear in the forms of Scheme, Stitch, Bonus, and Scarlett.
“I WILL NOT LET YOU HURT CRON, BASTARD!” Camilla got crazier. Camilla, who had an awkward face, was calm, and had a stupid smile, was quite astonishing to the Wraith Sanctum who saw her angry and crazed expression. Moreover, she defended Cron.
“So this is how it is…. It's all my fault in the end…” Mythril was filled with regret within herself.
"What did you say? We fight to the end!” Beldevere smiled and rubbed her back. "Let's see the result till the end, Mythril,"
They smile but that smile has the meaning one last time.
Everyone was busy fighting, Countdime and Camilla working together to block the members of the Wraith Sanctum. Meanwhile Mythril and Baldevere faced Cron alone.
Beldevere and Mythril launched attack directly. They flashed toward Cron. Beldevere aimed for the heart, while Mythril aimed for the waist.
Cron gripped and brought the sword to his face. Cron's left hand, rubbed a small upward right on the blade which had now become a liquid like milk.
#bluupup
The floor cron stepped on began to show the drip effect and was white like milk. A circular white field began to form. The white field continued to follow wherever Cron walked.
Cron then walked away calmly, making Beldevere and Mythril reconsider attacking him.
It looks very clear...
Cron's aura was enormous…
Far away… and so far away…
Far many times greater than a thousand floor spirit field.
“Molten Curse!” A black ball appeared and accumulated a large bubble.
“HIYA!” Mythril slashed at the orb, a layered magic circle appeared under Cron.
#Psssyyu! Pssyyu!
Black lassers pierced Cron's body. Cron stopped, Mythril slightly relieved.
The problem is…
There wasn't the slightest injury.
“W-WHAT!?”
Instead, something changed in Cron's sword. Cron's sword was surrounded Molten Curse Mythril's black lasers and spun around.
Cron plunged his sword into the white field below, created something looking like a water immersion.
The white field is now accompanied by black. Now make it a white and black field.
"This makes my job easier."
Cron flashed towards Mythril…
#Sring. . .
Mythril swung her black scythe, about to block Cron's sword swing.
However…
#Pyyar! (Shattering)
Mythril's scythe cracked, Cron kicked Mythril away. “UAAGGGGHH!” Mythril slammed sideways through the spirit field window.
“HOW DARE YOU, CRON!!!”
Beldevere thrust her spear at Cron…
#Sringgggg!
Beldevere's spear grazed Cron's sword, emitting milky white splashes.
Cron sideways, countered it with his sword and let the jab miss.
Cron immediately slashed at Beldevere, but she was quickly turning around and blocking Cron's slash. Cron and Baldevere are both crossovers.
"How is it, Cron? I'm not that weak, am I?”
“I commend your positive attitude,”
Cron and Beldevere clashed mechanically. Many times, Beldevere's or Cron's attacks were both pushed aside. Despite repeatedly slashing, it was still pushed aside.
However, Baldevere's attacks were getting longer and more dominating.
Until Cron was cornered by a wall…
With Mythril's spell help, Cron's hands were suddenly chained.
Then…
Beldevere's stab was confidently aimed right at Cron's heart.
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However… the black and white field splashed something swiftly.
#Splashes!
It easy enough to broke the chains that bound Cron.
Beldevere's position was locked. Cron dodged the jab, then…
(*This is the end, huh? It's been a short time since I met you guys. My home and my families, the Wraith Sanctum…*) Baldevere said in an inner communication.
All of the members of the Wraith Sanctum who had been fighting hard were starting to get sad. They were helpless, both of their eyes flooded with tears even though they were fighting.
#Swoooshh~
It didn't sound like the sound of flesh being cut brutally, instead it was just like a passing wind.
The cut was smooth, as fine as mist….
Cron took and held Baldevere's body that was about to collapse, then..
“REPULSION PLEDGE!”
Baldevere's body froze in Crystal.
A huge energy broke out and spread to all corners of the world. Energy like explosive radiation is Tosca green in color, feels thin, and light. The hunters all looked disappointed. That was because the gift had already been decided on the recipient. That energy is the sign.
Meanwhile…
The members of the Wraith Sanctum lowered their weapons. The room was filled with cries of defeat, depression and despair. Not only the Countdime and Camillia, even Cron… was more deppresed. It seems that tonight is a somber and unfortunate night.
Officially, the Chief of the Wraith Sanctum has fallen…
Wraith Sanctum, living in memories, after centuries of being a lion in this wild jungle that doesn't adhere to these rules. Glimmerport was their resting place, their own headquarters to be exact.
The small alliance, getting smaller, is now disappearing.
Cron seemed to have no mercy, carrying a body piece. He walked towards Mythril who was looking down in despair.
Mythril pondered over her mistake.
Cron threw the body pieces away.
“AAAAGGGHHH!!” Mythril held that face closed her eyes quietly. Mythril was crying hysterically.
However…
#Plaaak!
"Look carefully you idiot!" Cron slapped Mythril really hard in the face.
Cron turned the body of Baldevere's head upside down.
TO BE CONTINUE
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