Athanor Online: Monarch of War

Contaminated

As the wind slowly changed, Zephys, who realized that Errol was about to do something threatening to him, immediately took action. Zephys jumped back with Errol's black blade.

"What's this?" He saw something he had never seen

The walls as well as the floor of the room slowly disappeared, changing shape to sky blue. Zephys foot stepped on the floor of the room, but not the foundation of a building but the air. The walls of the room turned into white clouds with blue skies adorning them. Until he realized that he was not in the room of the imperial throne of Azeroth, but he was standing in the blue sky.

But not a stunning beauty but the beginning of a nightmare for Zephys. Because it's..

"{You entered the Ki Domain belonging to Errol, All status - 47.531%}."

Zephys widened his eyes in disbelief at what he saw, but he looked back to the front, looking at Errol who was slowly standing up, both the sword piercing wounds that were sticking slowly scavenging. Zephys could only clench his tongue.

Errol got up and did a little stretching, a very different gaze he directed. Zephys who saw that gaze could only swallow his saliva. Cold and sharp is all he can describe, understanding Errol will make a move beyond reason, Zephys chose to prepare his horses before it was too late.

"The game's over, Zephys." He said with no response from Zephys. Errol aligned her right hand while calling out the fruit of her love. "Come here, Night Sky." Summoned by his master, the long black blade broke free from Zephys grasp and returned to its owner.

Not much style, Errol instantly prepared a best attack, he held his black blade with both hands. The concentration on his eyes was very sharp, Zephys who understood that immediately realized that the attack this time was real, and that Errol's own seriousness was formed.

"Try to hold on, Zephys.." Sluggishly. With the movement of Errol's arm began the attack

"Evening Breeze Series." With a downward swing, his black sword fell down along with the blue sky turning dark into night.

"Series Seven: Wind Whisper!."

Noiseless, silent as the cold of the night with no response. Zephys glanced at his right arm that was slashed neatly, I don't know what happened, but surely a high-speed wave cut through Zephys' arm, along with it the pain felt so deep.

"Araa!."

Zephys was immediately bowed, the pain that so felt made her grimace in pain. While holding him he tried to stand up. But an oddity was infuriated Zephys thought.

'Why doesn't my right hand grow back?.' Inwardly, Zephys had experienced something like this when he faced the Goblin King, normally the pain and missing limbs will be slowly treated with system commands. But why not this time?.

Unable to stand the pain so wild, Zephys decided to drink a hp potion, to just relieve the pain. Ignoring his neatly cut right arm, he saw the night sky again fade and turn into a wall with a warrior statue decoration. Zephys realized that he had returned to the throne room of Azeroth no longer in the sky. It seemed like this was one of Errol's Skills.

Zephys looked forward to seeing Errol who seemed disappointed.

"Even I can't maintain the Domain for more than 30 seconds, how weak I am.." He said disappointedly, hearing that Zephys was quite upset. 'Weak?, then what am I?', maybe so he thought.

But the main focus is the right arm that until now has not recovered. Understand Zephys' astonished gaze. Errol opens up a little understanding.

"Even if you're an Immortal Creature, but my slash is much more than that." Say

Zephys clicked his tongue irritated. However, Errol re-positioned his attack. He darted out making the Zephys back on guard. But at an unreasonable speed, Errol turned his back on the Zephys with his black blade. And a barrage of system notifications filled Zephys' vision.

"{You received damage 379!}, {You received damage 751!}.........."

Feeling surprised by the barrage of damage that even without being realized by him. All Zephys saw was a black glint passing through it, but unknowingly Errol launched a barrage of slashes in one move. Zephys was wrong about that.

'So all this time he held back?, How strong is this guy!.' Inner Zephys.

Errol again floated his black sword horizontally, an ice formed a sword neatly. Holding his black blade with a cold blue blade. Not stopping there, Errol launched a series of complicated slashes that Zephys had never imagined.

Scraping every body and his HP point. Zephys jumped backwards taking distance knowing he had no chance. Letting the enemy survive was the disgrace of a swordsman, making Errol advance with a puncture attack. Zephys held back the speed of the sword with the side of the sword being horizontally.

"I borrow your attack, Zephys." His words were countered with Zephys confused gaze.

Errol banged his blade, With his right hand as a fulcrum, Errol turned his sword vertically like a mill. His sharp blade with the bringas slashed the ice, the ice swords held him back but it was clear the class difference from the two their weapons was different.

Black bar scrape solid ice blades. Zephys began to retreat realizing this attack was the one used to repel Errol earlier, but Errol did not let it go so easily. Errol jumped up and launched a vertical slash, Zephys immediately on standby.

"Tornado Strike!."

Errol fell down with the help of gravity, his black sword landed at full force. Meanwhile Zephys prepared a skill to anticipate Errol's deadly attack.

"Fire Pillars!."

As the black blade fell with full force, flames greeted him. The flames coiled around the Zephys, creating a ring of flames that protected him absolutely. Making Errol's attack useless, at least that's what he thought.

"Not this time Errol." Zephys realized that Errol's attack had failed because of his fire. However

"Right, not this time Zephys." Errol was somehow behind Zephys' back.

Zephys turned her head back, covering her surprise with a bitter smile. "How did you get here?." He said, Errol replied. "Simple, I'm the wind." His words were accompanied by a circular kick about the neck of the Zephys.

Zephys was thrown powerfully, coming out of his fire circle and crashing and sitting limp on the throne seat. Pain gushed out from his back, just then Zephys realized that Errol was just playing around with him. Quite upset, but on the other hand Zephys could not imagine how strong Errol was at his prime.

Zephys glanced at his right arm that had hitherto still not grown, making him cluck his tongue in annoyance. He looked ahead to see Errol who was swinging a sword and showed his sharp blade. He glanced at Berus who was held by his left arm

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He glanced to the side and saw a rusty blade glued inside on the right arm of the singasana. Looking at the approaching Errol, with no other choice the Zephys instantly held the rusty blade.

However

'It's heavy!.'

The rusty dagger did not want to be uprooted like rejecting the presence of Zephys. Seeing that little smile Errol.

"Only those who are worthy can pull out the blade." Say

Ignoring Errol's words, Zephys added a load to his left arm.

"Hurry now!."

With a high tone, slowly the rusted blade rose. A thick black aura shot out slowly, spreading throughout the corner of the room. Errol dropped his black sword while being surprised by what he saw.

"Araa!." Erang Zephys is in pain

Along with the rise of the rusty dagger, Zephys felt a strong pain all over his body. With his finger melting into the darkness and fusing with the rusty blade, the mysterious energy entering into his left arm flowed steadily up to his right arm, he grew yet differently.

An eerie arm, dark as the night sky. The nails were so sharp as well as the black aura that continuously came out. Right, the scariest arm anyone's ever seen. Demon Arm.

"{You've contaminated the energy of Darkin Blade}."

"{You ?? Get ?? ?? ??}."

"{?? ?? ??}."

"{System finds bugs in your account}."

"{Log Out :3 2 1}"

The Zephys' consciousness has been lost. A rusty dagger was clasped tightly onto his demonic arm. The dagger flew away, a dark energy was absorbed into it. He wriggled the rust began to peel off, forming a black dagger with a pattern that was so beautiful and charming.

However, the dagger slowly turned into a large scythe with a rusty chain at its base. Seeing that Errol immediately bent his knees welcoming friends and the figure most trusted by Nakroth.

The sickle is alive, it beats like it has a heart. But surely the black scythe pointed his knife at Zephys' chest and pierced deep, the wound spreading throughout the body, contaminating Zephys' entire body.

A human figure is no longer visible. The blood-red black scythe reflected the cruelty, the horns sticking out on each side of the head reflected his personality, as well as his cruel and haughty face reflecting his superior he was. He who is no longer Zephys sits on the throne of Nakroth casually without burden.

The host he thought he deserved finally found there was nothing else that could make him happy from this. He looked down at the figure of the swordsman he was very familiar with.

Errol put his heel on the floor. Ensuring his loyalty to the devil sitting on Nakroth's throne. No, he was not a demon but rather Nakroth himself, the most influential figure to Nakroth as well as Nakroth believed most. He bowed down to him, for his resurrection was the first step in the rise of Naktroth.

"You turned your body into a sickle, is that host so important?." Errol

The devil laughed. He turned his body into a scythe, not without reason. He will change his form as what is best and most comfortable for his host. Nakroth chooses a dagger, but his new host has great potential with a scythe.

Errol got up, got up and went back to his knees in front of the demon. He handed over his black sword as a parting gift. The demon accepted you with pleasure, he slightly glanced at the black blade. The sharp black sparkle was enough to make him nostalgic

Satisfied. He stabbed the Orb of Creature attached to Errol's body with its black blade. Forcing him to endure high pain, however it did not matter as he got closer to his commander, Nakroth.

The Orb of Creature absorbed Errol's soul as well as body. There was no sadness and pain attached to his face but painted happiness. The Orb of Creature absorbed completely and formed a black-colored mist, slowly merging and turning into a black crow. The crow was perched on the arm of the singasana.

"Haha.."

A small laugh could be heard from the devil's mouth. He rose up with a feeling of pleasure, swept his scythe forward and cut the room into two pieces.

"GROA!!."

He shouted as a celebration of his freedom, while conveying to the world. The most violent creature on the battlefield has been reborn. But on the other hand, the shout or roar was also a warning signal to his enemies, as he would soon avenge him.

***

In a human city, several players are seen gathering while chatting casually.

"Well..."

However, a small laugh could be heard from a gun that was girded on the waist of one of them.

"What's wrong with you, Dextern?." Man stared in wonder at his gun which was the best friend and weapon he ever had. "It's okay, just an old friend." Say

The man tilted his head in confusion.

"Oi Viqi, let's get the hell out of here." Hercule

"Ah yes, a minute." He said and immediately left, putting aside his gun which was chuckling happily.

"Death, Madness, and War. Well this is gonna be delicious." He said with happy rarity.

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