Awakening: I Ascend As A Legendary Ranked Necromancer

Chapter 123: Poison fog

Kaelith laughed. "You are now in my domain. I can take my time beating the shit out of you now." He didn’t need to point at the blood pool we were standing in.

"Tch." I was already feeling the effect; it was interfering with the light magic I had out. I had to get out of this puddle of blood that covered half the room, and there was only one way to do that. Run.

I took off, sloshing through the pool, but suddenly dodged sideways as a whip that cut like a blade sliced through where I had been. My heart was beating like a small bird trapped in a cagethis was dangerous. How would this bastard attack next?

I jumped just as blood spikes jutted out like the fangs of some monster. Then more whip blades rose, and all I could think about was move sideways, jump, crouch. I moved like a machine, bending this way and that.

"You are impressive. But do you know how many times you’d be dead now if I wanted you to be?" Kaelith watched me dance between his attacks and wished he could kill me but then he’d have nothing to bargain with.

"I’m getting tired of this!" He pointed and sent his will into the blood pool. A giant’s hand, made entirely of blood, came out and caught me, folding me into its fist. "Now then, let me clean up here and destroy that portal..."

He turned his back, took three steps, and then the blood around him erupted upward to form a shield just as the attack slammed into it.

I was already free from the giant blood hand, standing on flat, compressed yellow light. Blades made of light surrounded me, and seven spears hovered above my head. I smiled when I saw Kaelith’s furious expression. "The reason I use light magic is because it deals a lot of damage to your kind."

Kaelith felt the time for talking was over. When he spoke, the pool of blood spoke with him, then rippled outward until the whole pool moved like waves of the sea. "Poison fog."

The blood pool heated up so fast that steam rose into the air above it, surrounding me in what should have filled my lungs and killed me. But the light magic saved me.

That made me rethink a lot of things. This man was now truly trying to kill me. And one thought came to me then: I have to leave this pool.

If someone like this wants to kill you, it’s easier in their zone, like this blood pool. I began to run, my light magic shooting me forward until I became a blur of yellow and gold.

"It’s too late. See the power of Silver rank. Blood works!" Kaelith shouted.

The pool shimmered with a red glow and then, seconds later, it exploded as thousands of small blood whips cut upward. Each individual whip was weak, but thousands of them in such a tight space?

It was an explosion that could eat through anything.

The whole pool erupted with such force that everyone stopped fighting as the shockwave rippled upward. The ceiling and roof collapsed inward and then... turned to dust when the thousands of blades cut into it.

"Are you still breathing?"

"Ye...s," I answered, still standing in the pool, though my armor and most of my clothes were gone.

My eyes widened as I looked up at the moon shining down on me. I’d spent hundreds of millions just to keep myself from getting killed, that’s how expensive the armor I wore was. "That almost killed me."

"It was made to kill," the Blood Necromancer said, turning his back on me. "Forget it, maybe it’s because it’s been a while I fought, but that wasn’t my way... still, it was fun to see what I could do with blood."

He paused and flashed a smile. "Answer my call, fourth captain!"

They answered quickly, hands reaching out from the blood pool and climbing up as if they were walking on solid ground. The captain was an Orc, and he brought his soldiers with him.

I grimaced. "Oh, come on!" I had very little magic left, and the only weapon I had right now was the sword I was holding, the one imbued with black magic.

But that wasn’t my main problem. Kaelith was making his way toward the portal. I didn’t know how much time had passed or if the portal was even activated yet.

The Orc captain might have been dead, but he still had reflexes, and when we clashed, I felt it throughout my bones, and I was sent flying back. "Maybe I should have invested in more training time!"

I dodged, and the attack went wide. I used the opportunity to drive in close and aimed at the monster’s armpit, but before my sword could reach it, one of the Orc soldiers deflected it with his spear. Now I was caught between the captain and his soldiers.

"Oh... shit. Li... light magic!" I focused on the captain and sent a beam of light, but like the experienced fighter he was, the attack was dodged by sacrificing his left hand. "Light pillar!"

A beam of light shot me from beneath and lifted me up. I breathed a sigh of relief. I then looked through my Grimoire to see where the magic I was using came from. I hadn’t even studied the product I bought until I realized it was effective against black magic.

"So this is the strongest skill I can use, eh? Why not bet everything on a single attack!" I looked down at the Orcs hacking at my pillar. Then I began to cast the spell, it was an incarnation type.

"It sweeps across the land, its warmth seeping into and flowing, the face of a smile, show yourself. Light that pierced!"

Immediately, it was done. Daylight filled the hall. The roof of the building boiled with light magic like clouds, but made entirely of golden yellow light. Then the clouds condensed downward like morning rain, and just like that, thousands of arrow-shaped lights fell from the sky.