"Bloodline Sacrifice…" Zamiel muttered, his voice low,
It was a state spoken of only in whispers — the final, desperate act of a dying beast.
When a creature is cornered on the edge of death, it can choose to burn its own bloodline, sacrificing the divine inheritance that defines its existence. In return, it is granted a surge of power so immense it can shatter balance itself.
The strength gained depends entirely on the purity of one's bloodline — ancient and divine breeds ascend into nightmarish forms, while lesser beasts merely implode under the pressure.
Those blessed by superior lineage endure longer, their bodies enduring the violent flood of power… but the cost remains absolute.
Once the frenzy fades, their bloodline is left crippled, hollow — sometimes for years, sometimes forever. Recovery demands miracles: rare treasures, divine elixirs, or an ascension to an even higher rank. Without such aid, their potential turns to ash.
For most creatures, Bloodline Sacrifice is not a battle technique.
It's a funeral chant.
And kharaxis though still in his infant stage and a rejected descendant of doomsday with very little of his bloodline is still no doubt a descendant of doomsday and have is bloodline so the boost he got was terrifying.
Zayriel hovered in the air, feeling the overwhelming surge of power coursing through him. Destruction — the concept known as the end of all things — wasn't meant to exist as mere energy. Yet, for Zayriel to wield it in battle, it had taken on a tangible form, bending reality itself to his will. Though much of its true power remained sealed, what he could command was absolute. Unlike his life energy, which he had only begun to understand, Destruction obeyed him completely — raw, obedient chaos at his fingertips.
The monster observed the duo since it's transformation begun dey was something terrifying about kharaxis now they was like a trace of intelligence in his eyes unlike before when he moved on instinct he activated one of his technique
Then it moved.
[Spiked Rampage — Intermediate Technique]
Kharaxis raised its hand, and the countless bone spikes jutting from its hide began to glow—not the dull gray from before, but a vicious, pulsing emerald green, veins of energy running through them like molten veins. The spikes reshaped themselves midair, becoming thinner, longer—deadlier.
A low vibration rolled through the field. Then the spikes detonated outward—
a storm of emerald lances screaming toward the duo, each one moving at a speed that tore through sound itself.
It wasn't a wild barrage this time.
Every spike was aimed—at hearts, throats, joints, eyes.
The ground ruptured where they struck, the shockwaves tearing apart the already shattered earth.
And Zamiel who was still hovering in the air his already radiating aura exploded as he moved with his 'sansetukon'he started dodging, ducking,spinning and using his weapon to hit the back the spikes which seems to be sliced when coming in contact with his sansetukon because of the nature of his energy Ryu(the Energy that cut all things that are not steel)he moved with such grace and elegance as he use one of the flying spikes as support as he landed on it because of how long amd thick the spike was and use it as a boost to go up.as he continued slicing and hitting the spikes hurling through him no spikes touching it not because he was faster than the spikes but every moved of his countered the spikes.
Zayriel hovered in the air, his hands in his pockets, hair whipping in the wind, barely minding the ruins below. This guy… his mastery of body movement is insane, he thought. Luckily this monster appeared before our fight, because even with my Abyss arts and movement, I wouldn't have stood a chance. I would have had to go all out with pure firepower just to survive.
Even as he thought this, more spikes appeared, hurtling toward him with incredible speed. Zayriel's eyes narrowed, this is my first time trying this technique but let see how it is he thought as he activated one of his movement techniques: Abyssal Flow (Advanced).
His body synchronized with the destructive energy coursing through him, every movement amplified beyond natural limits. Unlike Abyss energy, he channeled his destruction power with complete control, making each step, twist, and dodge feel like a precise dance. The air seemed to warp around him, residual trails of destructive force left flickering afterimages in his wake. He spun, ducked, flickered, and slid with uncanny rhythm. Spikes clashed against the residual energy of his movements, some slicing into nothingness, others barely grazing him.
It was messy and unrefined — the mark of a first attempt — but terrifyingly effective. Even without mastery, he could counter dozens of spikes at once, using his body and sword rhythm as an extension of the destructive energy. His eyes followed Zamiel, analyzing every flawless dodge, every elegant strike, every calculated use of the Sansetsukon.
Zayriel's lips curved in a brief grin. Half-mastered, chaotic, unrefined — yet enough to keep him alive, enough to gauge the sheer scale of Zamiel's skill. Even now… even with all my movement arts, I wouldn't have stood a chance in close combat against him. This guy is on another level.
A spike shot past, and Zayriel's body moved like liquid, instinctively flipping, sliding, and pivoting with a ghostlike grace. The destructive energy warped the air, bending light and sound around him. Each dodge was amplified, each step synchronized with a pulse of chaotic force. The battlefield became a blur of motion, destructive energy streaking across the ruins, interacting with the spikes and the environment itself.
After the technique, he stood, but spikes continued appearing near him. It was then he activated one of the techniques stored and analyzed by the Akashic—what he found valuable from the corpse of the beast he had massacred: Zephyraath's Shield. A basic skill collected from a Rank 7 Beast Scroll, integrated for the host's use. The host could summon a shield capable of blocking a Rank 7 beast's attack and surviving a low Rank 8 attack.
"This should do. Let's see if my thought is locked down," he muttered, activating the technique. His aura exploded, forming a huge purplish barrier. Any spike that came in contact with it disintegrated into dust.
"Just as I thought," Zayriel said through his mask, smiling. Though it is a basic skill, amd its limit of endurance should only reach Rank 8. Yet, due to the nature of my destruction energy, the shield could withstand and melt the attacks. inguess indeed my destruction power is overpowered it was meant to obliterate anything.
Even then, the fact remained that it was a basic skill. Certain attacks, even under my destructive power , cannot be resisted something intermediate or advanced shield.
Can resist this is one of the reason why grades of skill amd technique are important it was then Zayriel narrowed his eyes, crouched, and sheathed his sword.
"Time to finish this beast" he muttered.it was at this moment even the beast eye as if sensing something clashed with him but too late
Abyss Arts: Void Sovereign Form
Zayriel's Destruction Energy erupted violently, his soul syncing with the sword, though the technique still felt awkward to him. Damnit… he thought, gripping the hilt tightly. As he drew the sword, a colossal line of energy tore straight toward the beast. Everything the line passed through—air, space, matter—was obliterated, leaving strange glimmers in the void of what had been destroyed.
The monster instinctively sensed the danger. Its Survival Instinct (Doomsday Reflex) kicked in, and though it managed to dodge the strike, it was too slow. One of its massive hands was caught and sliced cleanly. Even before this attack, Zamiel's and Zayriel's previous moves had hurt it, but the pain inflicted now was on an entirely different level—a primal agony that made the creature roar in terror and torment. (Rooooooarrrrrrrrr!)He cried in agony
This wasn't the activation of a skill—it was pure, raw pain. Its green eyes flared red as it writhed in agony. Attempts to regenerate its hand only amplified the suffering; the more it tried, the worse the pain became.
Haa… damnit. Because he couldn't use the technique perfectly, its speed had been drastically reduced. Yet, even at this diminished pace, it should have been fast enough to slice the monster in two. Zayriel heard its roar and, for a moment, was slightly stunned—but a wry smile spread across his face.
"This Destruction Energy… too powerful," he muttered. "It synchronized perfectly with the Abyss Heart Sovereign Strike."
He thought back to the technique's nature. It wasn't just a sword strike—it was a soul attack. Normally, Sovereign Strike targeted the opponent's soul, and the body would follow only because of the immense denseness and penetrating force of Abyss energy. Its main function was to destroy the soul itself; the body was merely collateral.
But there was a twist. Khalarix was far stronger than Zayriel. If Zayriel had relied solely on Abyss energy, the best he could have done would have been to injure Khalarix's soul and temporarily paralyze him—painful, yes, but ultimately manageable. Zayriel's current power was nowhere near the monster's. That was where his Destruction Energy came in.
Unlike ordinary energies, Destruction Energy wasn't just a force—it was a concept, the Destruction of All Things. It rivaled creation itself, capable of erasing anything to the point it had never existed. Combined with the soul-targeting nature of Sovereign Strike, it allowed Zayriel to cut through Khalarix's hand—soul, flesh, and existence—all at once. The monster felt the primal agony of its hand being ripped apart, but regeneration couldn't restore it. It wasn't just destroyed; it never existed again.
Even reduced to what mortals might call a "low-level" manifestation, Zayriel's Destruction Energy was terrifying. A mere fraction of its power was enough to make a being as mighty as Khalarix feel the full weight of obliteration, pain, and helplessness all at once.
Zamiel who was already dodging the spike before he sensed the sovereign strike and the painful roar of the beast eyes narrowed what sort of energy is this to the point even my own energy reacted to it and my instinct told me to flee the first time he manifested this energy he though he has seen a lot of scroll skill book and soul technique he has seen a lot of Dem and have even experience
The mechanics of how it works as an
experience weapon canditate even with his age he has seen a lot of all this things so he understands the mechanics of zayriel technique with just a glance amd based on his calculation this technique should not be able to damge khalrix at all infact the highest
Thing this technique could do is damage khalrix a little because he is far beyond the level of zayriel but from what he experience
Now if khalrix hasn't dodge on time or missed even a milli seconds it would have definitely died.any way he grinned that doesn't matter it is time to finish this i can't let him have a headstart he thought i could have used this to finish this though but to maximize the damage of my attack he kept his sansetukon and brought his Axe also name oblivion cleaver Zamiel's eyes narrowed, his voice a low whisper.
"First Art of the Oblivion Cleaver: Titan's Judgment."
The moment the words left his lips, the world seemed to pause.
Even the crimson sky held its breath, its molten hue darkening, as if mourning what was about to happen.
Above, an immense figure manifested — the avatar of a Titan, towering and overwhelming, its colossal axe mirroring the one in Zamiel's grasp. Its presence alone pressed down upon the earth, making even Khalarix appear like an insignificant ant.
Zamiel swung his glowing axe, and the Titan in the sky mirrored every movement.
When the axe descended, the air tore with its force. The blow struck Khalarix's head, still wracked by agony from Zayriel's last attack. Horrific slices marred his form, blood and gore spraying as the force of the strike, amplified by Zamiel's Ryu energy, crushed him further.
The ground convulsed violently. Khalarix crashed into the earth, driven deep into the molten larva beneath, the impact sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Painful roars erupted from him, echoing through the air, but he was still not dead.
Zamiel's eyes narrowed again as he and Zayriel met on the ground some meters away from the exploding larva. Both nodded at each other, readying themselves for the next strike.
But before they could move, the earth ahead exploded. Molten lava erupted violently as a massive figure could be seen rising its aura radiating unmatched fury.