Level-Up Apocalypse: Surviving With The Assimilation System

Chapter 155: The Magenta and The Golden

For some reason, staring down that godly storm as the clouds spun like a whirlpool into that ominous singularity, even as his heart pounded, he wasn't afraid. Excitement swirled in his body, adrenaline pumped through his veins as he found himself wishing to confront it head-on.

'When I assimilate an aspect of somebody, I believe I inherit more than just a power from them…It's against everything I would've done, but for some reason–I really want to face this guy. I want to test myself, that's from Raven–I hate the idea of that creepy bastard influencing me, but this feeling in my chest, wanting to fight for my world, for humanity–that's you, Damian.

A twisted unison of the slayer and the warrior–it sure creates a reckless desire to fight with all I've got,' the thought surfaced with the briefest of smiles.

Confronting a full-fledged god in a faraway world, placing his life on the line, experimenting with his supernatural powers–all of it served to ignite his heart with a wild drum.

["Life has never been more exciting than this moment."]

Around the swirl of the fire of the underworld, he accompanied them with a burst of the ethereal blaze of white-and-emerald, bringing together hot and cold.

["Wraith Flame"] [Mana: -100] [1300/4000]

Around his daggers, torrenting around the spot he stood, the colorful flames roared in unison as he kept his eyes locked on his enemy, waiting for the exact moment to unleash it all.

["Deadly Clairvoyance"] [0:29]

["Multitask"]

He compartmentalized his focus, splitting it into a dozen, separate, yet connected functions that each individually watched the different parts of the God of Heroes. It had to be in the very same instant; not a thousandth of a second sooner nor later–it had to be perfect.

A bead of sweat trickled right over his eyes, sliding against his pupil, yet he did not blink; he did not dare to draw a breath in that moment, watching the calamitous storm condense itself before–

There was a twitch of Sirius' eyebrow, a slight flick of his finger as the singularity pulsated. Find exclusive stories on m_v l|e-NovelBin.net

The only trigger needed was that, setting the assassin forth–

["Blink Slash"] [2:59]

He carried with him the unison of burning and freezing flames, engulfing his daggers as he warped across the sky with a trail of fire behind him like a fleeting comet. Though he set himself straight for the God of Heroes, he was intercepted in that same instant–

From the condensed storm held between Sirius' hands, a grand release of lightning shot out. Of countless intertwined lightning bolts, infused into a single force, it resembled a bright-purple beam of eradication.

The entirety of the assassin's vision was filled by the calamitous light, soaring straight through it with his daggers cutting into it. With the fused flames clashing against the condensed lightning, it was a desperate clash for Finn.

"Nngh!--" He struggled, pushing against it with his daggers to the best of his ability.

It was a combination of abilities tailor-made to counteract the overwhelming force of the God of Heroes' lightning; the infusion of roaring flames around his daggers allowed the anti-magic properties of the blades to extend to the blaze.

The colorful fire burned away at the fulmination, eating into the lightning as Finn used his blades to try and cut a path forward through the destructive torrent.

"Oh?--" Sirius reacted in surprise to the assassin's resistance. "Now, that's something interesting."

Pushing against the relentless force of lightning, Finn felt his arms going numb, both from the pressure on his limbs, but the frost that set in. As his hands trembled, feeling his shoulders ache from the continuous strain, he accelerate his fire with one last push–

["Lesser Gale Blessing"] [2:59]

Feeding the wind straight into the flames, they were given a second wind, allowing him to push through the grandiose display. Through the fire he surrounded himself in, streams of lightning penetrated the veil, striking against his body repeatedly, burning through his coat.

Against the bitter ache echoing through his body, he pushed with every bit of strength in his body, like having to sprint through the bottom of the ocean.

'--I can taste it. It's like copper, stinging my tongue, zapping my eyes, slamming against my body–every part of me wants to stop moving, but if I do–I'm done. Just push–keep pushing, like that oaf of a warrior would,' he convinced himself.

["Spring Foot"] [0:59]

Launching himself with the last momentum he had, he used his daggers like claws, carving his way through the all-eradicating storm before piercing through the other side. In that blinding flash, he reached the other end, finding himself facing Sirius directly, who didn't yet perceive the possibility of him breaching the singularity.

Taking that opening forged from his persistence, he swiped his blades along with the fading embers of the flames. It was a wild, hopeful strike, encumbered by his body's wear in that moment.

In that split-second, Sirius tilted to the side, causing the edges of the daggers to scrape against his cheek and neck, leaving a cut, though hardly lethal. Finn flew right past after leaving his mark, crashing back down against the glass surface in the sky.

"Hff–" He coughed out.

[Abyssal Agent Deactivated.]

The armament of the underworld dismissed itself as he was left with his bare torso, covered in cuts and bruises from the punishment of lightning. He struggled to keep his right eye open, having been struck by electricity as the blood vessels in it popped, leaving it scarlet as he picked himself up.

Looking at his arms, they trembled, encased in a light layer of frost as his fingers were partially blackened and stiff from the touch of frostbite.

'I pushed it too far–no, I didn't go far enough, did I?' He questioned, turning himself around.

Witnessing the God of Heroes descend to the surface soon after left him with a racing heart. Sirius wiped the droplets of blood from the laceration on his cheek with an adamant look of frustration, though it couldn't be more opposite for the assassin.

"That was everything you had, wasn't it? Everything, just for a paper cut," Sirius called out.

Finn ignored the remark from the godly man, filling his soul instilled with a burst of confidence at the sight of that sparse amount of blood.

'I cut him–it can be done, he can be beaten–I proved that just now. He might be a god, but when he's diverting so much attention to keeping this world held together, he's as mortal as me,' he believed.

The wielder of lightning raised an eyebrow at the expression worn by the challenger, "Why do you seem even more hopeful now? Is it this cut? I'll admit it was impressive, but look at what it cost you–do you not see the state your own body is in?" Sirius asked with genuine curiosity.

"Just worry about yourself," Finn dismissed with a clear threat, raising his weapons as he squeezed the handles of his daggers with his frostbitten hands. "--I'm feeling better than ever right now."

--

From the main chamber of the palace, the distant echoes of thunder frequently were heard amidst the world's rumblings.

As daunting as it sounded, there was no choice for the knight and spellblade but to focus on the overwhelming foe in front of them.

"Hff–" Jasper breathed out as the impact of one of the massive blades struck his shield, bringing him to slide back several meters.

In the same moment, Charlotte dashed across the length of the chamber as a fleeting line of silver light, bouncing from wall-to-wall with astounding speed in hopes of throwing the imposing figure's senses off.

["Moonlight Carving"]

From the right, she dashed in with blinding speed, going for a slice aimed right for the hip of the massive warrior. As she approached, she noticed something peculiar about the man who remained still; the gallant knight drew in a lofty breath, bringing his cheeks to puff up.

"Rrrroooooagh!"

–The shout that released from the man's mouth caused the entirety of the palace to tremble, forcing Charlotte to stop in her tracks to quickly cover her ears. Jasper was left wincing as the inhuman yell rattled his helmet.

"Surely you did not believe this strength would suffice in overcoming me," the man questioned as his shout still echoed through the rooms of the keep.

[BOSS Identified: "Godfrey, The Exonerated Knight of The Golden Sky"] [Level: 60]

Again, another rush came from the two, though it was quickly intercepted by a stomp of Godfrey's foot. The simple motion from the mighty knight struck the floor with a tremendous force, bringing a shock wave to push against the challengers.

Just as they each caught themselves, Godfrey delivered another stomp to the ground–THWOOM.

Once again, Jasper and Charlotte found their balance compromised by the resulting force, bringing the knight to act quickly.

He quickly raised his sword as a dozen spheres of light rose up into the air before pointing his blade at the figure in golden armor, "--Go!" Jasper commanded.

["Holy Hunt"]

The balls of radiance shot across the chamber, seeking Godfrey with swift impunity, though they were met halfway by the gallant warrior. With roaring laughter, enthralled by the battle, Godfrey swept his blades through the incoming projectiles, slicing through the light.

Remnants of the radiant hunt scattered, exploding on impact against the moonstone chamber.

"Insignifiant! Attacks of that caliber will serve only to put me to sleep!" Godfrey egged on.