Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

It just barely missed, so I didn't take a completely blunt attack, but I was going to be in some pain later on. Yet, I ignored that thought and gripped my daggers even harder, enhancing them with all of the buffs I could muster. And then…

BOOOM

"What…? What the hell…?" I looked at my torso, which had been churned and twisted, the skin looking like it was about to snap. I tried to calm down, but the pain slowly began to infiltrate my very being, and as its hollow black eyes hovered over me, I saw it stop both of my teammates in their tracks.

Without even looking, its arms dislocated and swung backward, whipping both Panther and Wolf on their torsos. We were going to die. Everybody here was going to die… but I didn't want to die yet. I can't die yet. Not until I… Experience more tales on empire

"Hmmmm… I knew it. So this guy was a necromancer…." A pair of two cold eyes glared down at the monster hovering over me, about to deal the finishing blow. But just as it unleashed its cocked-back punch, the head of five men rolled next to me, sending shivers down my spine. "Are one of those your creator?" A voice cackled lightly before disappearing into the darkness.

The thing stopped. It just completely stopped in place. The immovable being that I thought to be indestructible, unkillable, something that was impossible to intimidate, stopped in its tracks. Its hand slowly lowered, and with a flicker of intelligence, it picked up its master's head, staring down into the man's empty eyes, now dripping with blood.

"Hmmmm… All of you are awake now. Now pay attention. This is the difference between training to fight and training to kill…." The same voice flashed across the room, its wielder slightly dodging to the side as the beast threw the head right at the young man.

From the looks of it, that was him. Fish, otherwise known as Cyrus Cladydol. But he felt different. He rarely took things seriously, and even when we interacted or fought something, he had a smile on his face, yet this thing that stood on a pallet of wood, was somebody entirely different. That was not Cyrus.

His eyes were cold but didn't blink. Even as they moved around, scanning the room, the young boy's pupils just grazed across the ground, observing carefully as the beast still standing atop me turned towards him. Seeing he was the biggest threat, it immediately focused all its attention on him. He was a must-eliminate when compared to everybody else.

BAM

The monster ran towards him, only to have golden strings wrapped around its skeletal body. It was then flung with the weight of a tiny little boy, flying across the warehouse until crashing into the metal wall, limp.

Suddenly, the boy hopped down from his stack of wooden slabs and walked towards me, his chilling dark blue eyes seemingly swirling with malice. And just as his hand reached towards me, I saw the image of death itself, with a pair of contradicting angelic wings stretching its boney and deathly hand out. I flinched backward, feeling as if I was going to die, only to soon feel a sharp pain from my scalp as the boy grabbed me by my hair and flung me against the wall.

"You son of a-"

"You'll only get in my way," His darkened voice scraped my cheek. And soon, the rest of the squad was thrown right next to me, watching the boy as the monster appeared from the top of the wooden pallets. Its monstrous body and glare dug into our skin, but seemingly unphased the boy who gripped two already bloody daggers in his hands.

The monster was now enraged, its empty sockets glowing with a dark red color. Seeing its master in shambles and seeing how it was being completely overwhelmed by a mere kid, I was sure that sliver of intelligence was enough to create pride that could easily be disrespected. It was almost like a child as it aimlessly landed on the ground and ran towards the boy at top speed.

"Hmm Hmmm Hmm Hmm Hmmm Hmmm… Hmmmm Hmmmmm… London Bridge is falling down… Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm…" Suddenly, he began to hum a calm toon that echoed across the metal box. It almost seemed to calm our endless worries as he took a single step toward the monstrous being.

Then, from the depths of his very soul, a bloodlust so thick that I could hardly breathe burst out from his body. That childish form he took was no more than a cover-up for the toothy monster with a wolf-like snout smiling eerily. From its serrated jaws, almost acidic saliva dripped onto the ground, physically affecting the real world as craters appeared in the concrete floor below.

A black substance almost similar to mana swirled around this beast, flashing with glimpses of slight glowing paleness, only to be immediately devoured by the bloodlust physically taking form around the boy. It was like a wolf was leaning against his back and perched its head over the boy's right shoulder. It served as a key that freed him to front the shackles of whatever was previously holding him back.

"London Bridge is falling down… my… fair… lady…" And with the end of this tune, he took a step forward, glimpses of white shining beneath the soles of his feet. A black liquid swirled over his blades, creating a vortex that, upon touching that grimy undead body, tore it apart almost instantly.

Shards and literal bones flew all over the warehouse, only to fly right back towards the main body, regenerating almost instantly. For some reason, this thing was immortal despite its master being dead. So, it collected every last remaining bit of whatever had shattered and created its boney and fleshy form again.

It attempted to unleash a roar as the boy took a couple of steps back prior to avoid the flying shards of bone, but just as it unhinged its jaw, it was sliced up again, but this time only its limbs had gone flying. And soon, its head was smashed against the floor by the claw of a gray hand now digging into the sides of its skull.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The event that soon unfolded before my very eyes caused Wolf and Panther to cover their mouths as if trying to avoid alerting the boy. I and Angel, on the other hand, just sat there, cowering against the wall as shards of bone flew everywhere.

Its body had reconnected but was unable to do anything else but continuously regenerate its head as it was smashed in repeatedly by two new manifestations of wolf claws. Each individual nail was shaped like a scythe. This was death itself. Death incarnate, repeatedly beating the helpless undead, which flailed in between each regeneration attempt.

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All of a sudden, through the continuous banging and bashing of calcified structures, a door not too far from us slightly creaked open. A man looked through the tiny crack, his pupils immediately dilating and his eyes soon quivering in place.

I almost wanted to shout at him to run, but after one last squeeze of the monstrous skull and shattering it yet again, the boy's now pitch-black eyes scanned across the floor, barely grazing my toes, and with not a single blink, he now stared at the man watching us. His bloodlust overwhelmed the man, with black strings reaching out towards him. Yanking him by the ankles and dragging him towards us as he clawed at the floor, the man screamed bloody mary as he felt the impending doom overwhelm his very being.

"Unsummon it," The boy ordered. The man could only let out a small yelp as he felt the claws of the massive incarnated wolf grab both of his legs. Each claw separated his legs until the tearing of flesh could be audibly heard across the room.

Angel and Wolf immediately threw up as they saw the man, still alive, watching his organs pour out from his bowel regions. His blood-curdling cry was enough to make me faint as I watched the boy, now with his physical hand, grab the top of the man's skull and begin to squeeze.

"I said fucking unsummon it," The boy repeated, clearly prepared to go further. And without even a second of hesitation, the regenerating monster of flesh and bones disintegrated into black ash. And as the man's cheeks were wet with tears, and blood practically filled the entire warehouse, the boy spoke up once more. "Who taught you how to do necromancy? Where did you learn to do necromancy? And you, Elora, ask some questions… this is your enemy… right?"