Nameless King

Chapter 816 Four

"Shit..." Virion muttered with his eyes wide open as a wave of trembling ran through his body, "He was able to dispose of them so easily...?"

"Hah, it was your fault!" Wain said with a confident smile on his face as he placed the sword on his shoulder, "You called for these beasts from the beginning, but decided to use them only now, so I had enough time to figure out how to deal with them."

Virion answered nothing, he just frowned and took a few steps back while the fog completely hid him.

Whoooooooooosh.

Suddenly two pieces of stone flew out from where Virion had just been. One had a flame sign on it as well as a lightning sign on the other. Powerful auras emanated from them, as powerful as any other artifact.

'What...? Did he decide to use two more artifacts? Doesn't that mean he only has four left now?' Wain inwardly muttered while in confusion as he couldn't believe that Virion had decided to do something so drastic.

"Maybe it really is wasteful, but how will you handle it?" Virion asked in an arrogant voice as the two stone fragments glowed brightly.

From the left rune came a powerful scarlet flame, the heat of which distorted space and made the ground seem like it could melt at any moment.

Whooooooooosh.

The flames turned into a pillar of fire as a massive creature resembling an ancient knight emerged from it. He was completely made of fire as well as his armor and a huge sword.

'Fifth Chronicle!' Wain inwardly exclaimed as he felt the fire knight's aura, 'Shit, this is going to be difficult, moreover, this is only half of my problem, isn't it?'

The same thing happened with the second rune as a tall knight with a massive sword filled with lightning energy emerged from the pillar of purple lightning.

'Shit... They look dangerous. When Virion activated his Form, he easily dealt with that monster that was in Fifth Chronicle, but these two look much stronger...' Wain took a step back as he gripped the hilt of his sword tighter as a sudden shiver ran through his body.

Wain was slightly distracted as he forgot about the dome, but it immediately seized the opportunity and unleashed a hail of dozens of swords on Wain.

Whooooooooosh.

He lifted his head, covered his body in darkness, and turned into a dark flash. Several crimson swords were sliced in two, completely broken as the rest just failed to hit their target.

Wain appeared at the other end of the arena, near the edge of the dome. He stared intently at the knights slowly stepping toward him, wondering what he could do to win.

"Hahaha, it looks like their fight is finally beginning to approach its final phase!" Alucard exclaimed with an excited look as he swung his arms. This simple movement provoked two powerful streams of wind that made his long red coat flutter.

"Well, judging by his complicated look, he was in a tight spot. However, if he can somehow deal with these artifacts, he will take another step toward victory." Gael muttered holding his chin while watching the fight intently.

"We'll see soon enough. Either way, either he succeeds or he fails, there is no other option." Alucard crossed his arms as a devious smirk appeared on his face.

Wain prepared for the attack as his eyes moved constantly from the knights to the dome, to the fog, and then around in circles. He had too many opponents whose actions he had to watch closely.

'Hey, I figured out a way for you to deal with the fog and that troublesome dome.' Abyss Artist suddenly said with a sly smile on his face.

'In that case, you'd better tell me about it as soon as possible! These knights are slow, but something tells me they will swing their swords with great speed in battle.' Wain said as he took a few steps back.

'Sure. I have the solution to all your problems. All you have to do is just hit with all your might!' The Abyss Artist exclaimed as if he had told Wain the secret behind the many seals.

'What...?' Wain muttered with a confused look as he couldn't believe what he had just heard, 'Are you fucking serious now? Hey, if you want to make a joke on me, you'd better pick another moment to do it!'

There was silence for a few seconds as if the Abyss Artist had disappeared until suddenly Wain felt an indescribably huge amount of energy trying to burst out of his body.

"What the hell?" Wain uttered with a dazed look as suddenly space trembled.

'Wain, have you forgotten what our plan was?' Abyss Artist said while a massive stream of darkness engulfed Wain.

"Agh...?"

'When your opponent uses the six artifacts, the moment will come for me to enter the fray, it will be most effective. I didn't expect Virion to decide to activate four artifacts against you at the same time, but that's even better. He didn't know about our plan, so he made a serious mistake.' Abyss Artist said in a calm voice with a sly smirk on his face as if everything had happened exactly as he had originally intended.

'What's going on...? So he actually has the form...? No way..." Virion muttered with his eyes wide open as his heart clenched hard for fear that he had made a fatal mistake.

'No... It's not his Form... The aura is very powerful, but it is quite different from the one Wain has... So it's one of his unique abilities? Virion wondered, gradually calming down as his gaze became serious, 'Shit, he tricked me, but why do I know absolutely nothing about this skill?'

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Space shuddered as the flow of darkness dissipated with a few waves, revealing Wain's new appearance.

His hair grew much longer as his eyes became blue, deep as the abyss. He wore a long black mantle as well as a black brush in his left hand, with an eerie, majestic aura.