Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 457 457: The Deathly Spires
Third Person's POV
The only method of growth available to him now would be agonizing beyond measure.
It would be extremely painful and brutal, but for greater strength and power, it was a price he was more than willing to pay.
Ethan clenched his teeth and focused his attention back on the battlefield below, and though it had seemed as though he had spaced out and lost himself in the vision of the blue scroll, in reality, everything had happened within a single fleeting instant in the flow of time.
The fight had never paused, and to the outside world, Ethan had seemed to same as before as he looked down at the figure of the earth demon who was gasping and panting heavily as he clutched his massive mace and stared downward with wide, exhausted eyes.
Both of his hands were smeared with blood, and a large portion of his torso had already turned bluish from the creeping cold poison left behind by Ethan's first icy slash.
His breathing was ragged, uneven, and strained, as if every breath he took was scraped painfully through his lungs, but looking at his state, Ethan felt no trace of pity.
His right hand tightened around the saber, and both the blade and his arm began to glow with a sharp, icy-blue light as cold mist spiraled faintly around them.
As he prepared to end the fight decisively, seeing this, everyone watching was shaken to their core, as none of them had imagined that a mere fresher of the Sanctum, someone who had only just stepped into this academy, could push a seasoned deacon to such a miserable and desperate state.
But just as Ethan was about to dive down and deliver the finishing blow, his senses suddenly screamed in warning as a violent surge of danger washed over him.
The intensity of it was so overwhelming that his heart nearly skipped a beat as he had never felt such a danger alarm before, not this sharp and not so suffocating.
Recognizing the crisis instantly, Ethan twisted his body and moved laterally through the air, forcing himself backwards with all his might.
Even so, he was still too slow as a sharp gray spike tore upward from below and pierced straight through his thigh, punching out above it in a spray of blood.
Agony exploded through his leg, and he barely managed to bend his upper body backward in time as he prevented the spike from skewering his chest as well.
His breath came out in a hoarse grunt of pain, but the warning in his instincts had not faded as another deadly gust surged up from below, racing toward his new position.
Blood vessels bulged around his eyes as he roared in desperation.
Clutching the embedded spike with his other leg, he poured every ounce of strength he had into it and snapped the gray spear in half.
At the very last instant, he twisted again and avoided another spike that had shot toward his neck from the ground.
There was no time to identify the attacker, so he did the only thing he could do for now: dodge.
His black wings spread to their full span and beat violently, sending shockwaves through the air as he forced himself upward.
In the next heartbeat, he appeared at a different location in the sky, almost as if he had teleported, but even there, another gray spike nearly caught him as it grazed past his waist by inches.
Realizing the depth of the danger he was in, Ethan forced his mind to calm, even as his blood boiled violently in a mix of excitement and fear.
He glanced down at his injured thigh and felt a chill crawl up his spine when he saw that the piercing wound on his thigh had turned black.
Rot was spreading rapidly and started eating into his flesh.
A sickening, putrid stench wafted from it, and to his horror, he saw the muscles around the wound visibly withering and shrinking as though being devoured by an unseen poison.
Wrinkles began to form along the skin as it decayed at a horrifying speed, making it look unnaturally aged.
But there was no time to process it as another gray spike nearly took his head off this time,
A surge of raw and primal panic clawed at his chest, and he didn't even realize that this was only the second time he had felt such fear in this second life of his.
The first had been eight years ago, when he had been teleported from his home continent and thrown into this vile land, only to be schemed and ambushed by that horrifying specter with the twisted demon face.
That same helpless dread now gripped him again.
As a result, his movements grew erratic as he flew wildly through the air, dodging spike after spike by the narrowest margins.
He knew that he was barely surviving now by relying only on his deep combat experience and instinctive reactions.
Even so, thin scratches and shallow punctures began to accumulate across his body.
The gray spikes grazed him again and again, each touch spreading more rot, more decay, more pain accompanying it.
The stench of corruption clung to him as blackened flesh crept across his skin, and the wrinkling spread further, as though parts of his body were being aged and killed at the same time.
Ethan gritted his teeth and struggled to remain conscious as the invisible enemy continued its merciless and relentless assault that had long crossed the boundary of someone teaching him a lesson.
It was fatal and filled with the intent to kill!
A few moments earlier…
The gray-haired deacon with deathly eyes stood motionless at the edge of the square as he silently observed the destructive clash between the blackish-blue blur colliding with the mountain-like earth demon below constantly, while destroying the beautiful square into ruins.
A sense of shock no one could sense stirred faintly in his hollow, deathly gaze.
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Chapter 457 457: The Deathly Spires
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