Blood Elf Monarch

Chapter 10 - Host

Right after Tristan surrendered, he was completely at the mercy of the mad goblin.

Whatever the goblin did to him, the first thing he saw when he awakened was the sight of a group of eight people, armed to the teeth, who showed aggression towards him. All of them were wearing some kind of metallic suit.

Tristan felt like his whole body was different from how he remembered. He could feel all his fingers and toes, but he knew for certain it was different from the one he had before, and the worst part, it seemed that he was unable to control his body at all.

Suddenly, a notification appeared in Tristan's mind

[Kill the opponents in front of you]

[Eight targets located]

"What...! Kill? Kill who? Those things? What the fuck!"

Tristan helplessly watched as his hand moved towards the huge sword and grabbed it. He could feel his fingers slowly gripping the hilt of the sword. However, he was still not in control of his body.

"That damn goblin! What did you do to me!"

[You are using Claymore]

As soon as Tristan heard that, a blue panel filled with words appeared in front of his eyes.

[Claymore - Meteurite - Tier 4 Weapon]

[Length 2.2 meters, weight 42 kilograms]

"What the hell!! 42 kilograms? How come it feels so light"

Seemingly understanding his question, the system gave him an answer.

[Analyzing host body...]

[Battle Power 100]:

[Strength 145]

[Speed 80]

[Defense 75]

Seeing the game-like statistics, Tristan felt like he was in some kind of a game, not reality. This made him want to believe all of this was just a dream. If it was probably him sleeping on the plane flying to Los Angeles.

[Battle power is a number derived from your average physical measure, from muscle strength and muscle flexibility, to bone and skin density and toughness]

"Yes! That's excellent information, but can I please control my body now?!"

While Tristan was lamenting all this, something suddenly pierced his shoulder and blood splattered. The sudden splash of blood started him, knocking Tristan out of his reverie.

"Arghh!! Did I just get shot?! ...Huh? It doesn't really hurt, though."

He then realized a rain of bullets was only a meter away of him. Seeing that, Tristan wanted to hide, but his body move against his will as it dodged the bullets perfectly

"??!! I am ridiculously fast!"

Tristan was shocked when he saw his body dashed to the side in an instant, easily dodging the rain of bullets. Not only was his speed fast, he could also clearly see the bullets that should have rapidly traveled through the air, moving slowly in his vision.

This time, Tristan swung the giant sword towards the approaching bullets. The swing managed to block the bullets, with not a single bullet passing. Seeing that, Tristan smirked as his body continued to dodge and parry every bullet the metal bastards fired at him.

Although he hated being unable to move his body, he was somehow mesmerized by his own strength. That was indeed the case, until Tristan spotted a different projectile approaching him.

"It's moving slower? ...! Did my eyes fail me? Is that a homing missile?!"

The body tried to avoid the missile, moving and shifting his position left and right. Alas, the next thing he knew a loud explosion took place, followed by a sight of the land and sky turning upside down. Before Tristan knew it, he had already fallen to the ground, pain all over his body.

"Argghh… this is very painful. It seems I'm not dead yet.."

Surprisingly, he was greeted by another wave of notification

[WARNING! WARNING! Malfunction detected]

"Wait, what? what happened?"

[System Shutdown]

A few moments later, unexpectedly it actually meant that he was able to control his body again. The missile probably damaged whatever was controlling his body.

"Finally!"

Tristan was just able to raise his body on his own when a spear suddenly pierced his body.

"Arrgghh!!"

And as if it was an automatic defensive mechanism, he grasped the giant sword and swung it downward, easily splitting that figure in armor like slicing through a watermelon.

Splattt!! "Damn I am sorry! that's an accident really i didn't mean that!"

Seeing the split figure behind the armor, Tristan realized the opponent he was facing was a human like him and having the blood splattered towards him. Surprisingly, he didn't feel a thing. No remorse or shock. Nothing.

His first victory seems cut short as an opponent in metal armor dashed at him and a huge hammer with an electrical charge smashed right at him.

BAMMM!!!

Tristan felt an electrical shock running all over his body. He then dropped still on the ground.

He wished to shout and explain his situation. But it was apparent that there were no words that could come from his mouth.

BAMMM!! BAAMM!!

The hammer just came smashing at him simultaneously and on top of all of the pain, he started to lose his consciousness again.

Laying there with just an ounce of life left, Tristan again thought about the crazy few days. Just up until Leyla's face came to his mind… "This can't possibly be just a dream.. Leyla.. what happened to her.. I cannot just lay here.. I need to get up.. get up!" Tristan frantically shouted in his mind as he ordered his battered body to move.

To his surprise, something unexplainable suddenly happened . It was like he suddenly moved to another place. Another pool of blood stretching to the horizon like a lake. The sky was crimson red with seven bright sun shining towards the lake.

Suddenly the blood lake in front of him rippled and a figure made out of blood slowly emerged.

The figure spoke to his mind .

"Human.. I can feel your determination.. You probably are worthy of my legacy.. We will see.."

"Who… what are you?!"

Alas, the blood figure ignored him and slowly returned into the crimson lake.

Tristan suddenly awakened, still laying on the ground among hundreds of lifeless corpses. He was confused, until he felt something within him suddenly awaken. The same system seemed to react to the phenomenon again.

[Blood Elf innate ability activated]

[Blood Extraction]