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Azrael\'s POV.

Walking in front of the undead army, Azrael silently cast the [Fly] spell before glancing at the human army that he and the others were ordered to wipe out.

Sensing the death energy of Velkir enter to the undead legion, Azrael led the undead while minding not to be too fast for them.

Though they were the minor minions of his teacher, they still wore valuable armor and weapons that nobles could even consider an heirloom. Although his teacher consider them failed prototypes, it still pained Azrael in seeing them being damaged considering that each piece of equipment was enough to fund a week or two in his expenses.

Leading the undead legion, Azrael planned to wipe out the whole army in the fasted possible and most efficient way.

But when he watched to his right, he saw how Sartan charged alone with a warcry and shook his head.

He never understood the fighting style of Sartan, currently, he was being pierced by hundreds of spears like he wasn\'t giving a damn.

Azrael knew Sartan\'s regeneration capabilities thanks to his countless time experimenting with the high trolls\' blood. So while the title immortal juggernaut was justified, he knew that there was a limit.

After all, an immortal body wasn\'t able to exist, as that would bean an endless source of energy to repair the immortal body.

Ignoring the high troll overtaking the undead legion and beginning his massacre, he sensed 6 strong auras among the human army.

Staring at where the auras appeared, he saw 6 people with staffs in the air.

"I total of six 4th-tiers. They all look to be magic casters..." Azrael mumbled as he raised his cursed spear, Bloodthirster.

\'Sartan can\'t be counted on in fighting magic casters, I guess I will have to be the one to deal with them.\' he said internally as the whittled spear started to circle around his hand and root at his shoulder.

Several veins appeared in the bones of the spear and in the next moment, blood started to come out and fill up the gaps of the spear, making it seem as if Azrael\'s hands and spear fused together. While the gaps were filled with hardened blood, one could still see that previously they were gaps.

"But first, I will need to attract them to me." Azrael said, his eyes burning like two crimson suns.

He suddenly accelerated his flying speed by twice the amount, his sudden speed was met with several magic spears being pointed toward him and magic casters aiming at him.

Hundreds of spears were aimed at him, but he was easily able to see the trajectory with inject mana into his eyes and dodge them with ease this spear being put in front of him blocked all the mana shots that were lucky enough to hit.

It didn\'t take him 3 seconds for him to reach the front of the arcana army. But instead of flying in their ranks, Azrael canceled his flying spell momentarily and touched the ground with his spear raised to his side.

A large amount of blood traveled in the spear and once he swung horizontally, the blood of the spear was spread like a wind blade, a wind blade that grew longer with each passing moment.

Once the blood made contact with the human soldiers, the blood created a hardened spear toucher sharper than steel, penetrating the front of the human army with several other spears contiunue being generating behind the first wave.

"KyaAAAA!!!"

It was like a wave of bloody spears.

The same attack that almost killed Danzel once.

Those who were pierced by the spears would see no tomorrow as even if they survived having a spear piercing their body, they would end up having their blood sucked till they were dry mummies.

Reactivating his [Fly] spell, Azrael kicked the ground for more speed and jumped on top of one soldier who was sent flying up in the air and was still alive.

Appearing on top of the shocked soldier in the air, Azrael gave him a brief glance with his eyes.

Seeing the pair of two crimson suns staring at him, the soldier opened his mouth to say something, but before he could even utter a single word, Azrael used the man as a platform to fly faster up in the air.

Resulting in kicking the man in the guts and sending him directly under one of the bloody spears, impaling the soldier in the process.

Being now in a position to oversee the whole human army, Azrael\'s eyes searched for the magic caster hiding in their ranks.

Once he locked his gaze with them, he pointed his spear towards them. In the next moment, the closed gaps continuously shot out small pieces of blood with extreme speed, containing a pressure far superior to that of any bullet towards the magic caster.

The small blood shots instantly filled the magic caster with holes as if they were swiss cheese, some tried to put out mana barriers to protect themselves against those attacks, though with little success.

It was as if Azrael\'s spear was a minigun with no recoil and unlimited ammunition.

The human soldier though didn\'t stay and watched how their magic caster was being destroyed. They raised their magic spears and pointed them towards the dark elve, gathering their mana to shoot at the target.

Without even giving the soldiers a glance, he activated the rune of Bloodthirster.

The harden bloody spears started to collapse one by one and become liquid again, but instead of falling to the ground, all the blood of the spears together with the blood they sucked traveled towards where Azrael.

\'It seems like it works well.\' Azrael thought was satisfied with his spear.

Though he still had to manually speed up how fast the blood traveled towards him, the Bloodthirster made the process much easier for him.

The blood gathered to him at the same time when the soldiers fired their mana shots at him.

Suddenly the tons of blood seemed too compressed while also circling Azrael, creating an almost transparent blood barrier around himself with the use of magic.

The mana shots hit the blood barrier, but all it did was simply create a short rimple in the blood, as f throwing a small rock into a lake.

With the hundreds of mana shots, it looked like a light show.

Shaking his head, Azrael raised his hand in an "X" in front of him before pointing them at his left and right.

In the next moment, the blood barrier started to get inflated and become larger before exploding into thousands of small blood bullets all around the area.

Resulting in another wave of humans becoming filled with holes.

Those who were out of range shuttered at the dark elves\' power. Killing thousands in a matter of seconds!

Locking his eyes on the other soldier, the shuttered and stepped back, creating chaos in the process.

But before he could begin with this bunch, Azrael saw several different signatures of mana appearing all around him.

Where the foreign mana was, a brief light appeared before revealing 5 magic casters surrounding Azrael.

"What an honor. Having 5 Archmages come for my head." Azrael said with no emotion in his voice.

"You will die here for the people you killed!" One of the Archmages yelled in anger, his mana raging to the outside.

Ignoring the furious Archmage, Azrael concentrated his senses, trying to find the last remaining Archmage.

\'It seems the last remaining one went for Sartan. I just have to deal with them then.\' He thought before accelerating himself to fly above the sky.

Reacting accordingly, the 5 other magic casters followed after Azrael, one of them, Archmage Nevvan raised his staff towards him, creating several ice spears with incredible mana density.

Letting the ice spear lose towards Azrael with speed similar to his blood bullets, Azrael who reached the clouds turned around and raised his spear in front of him.

A huge amount of blood flows into Bloodthirster.

Once swung, a huge wave of blood was spread at the ice spears, the blood still attached to his Bloodthirster.

The wave of blood split into 4 pieces and harden but still stayed flexible.

And as if controlling 4 new limbs in the form of tentacles, they moved like whips to destroy the ice spears so fast that they created after images.

Destroying all spears, Azrael didn\'t pull the blood back to him, instead, he let it become completely liquid, making the Archmages frown.

They moved to the side to dodge the fall of the blood, but the blood instead of falling levitated in the air, and spread though out the sky, splitting the blood into tiny drops that harden like needles.

"This guy! Barriers!" Another Archmage told his colleagues as he generated a barrier all around himself as he realized what the dark elve was going to do.

The other also figured out what he was planning to do and did as their colleague suggested, making a barrier around themself.

Looking down at the Archmages making barriers, Azrael grinned to himself.

"[Tears of Blood]." He cast his spell.

All the thousands of small needles of hardened blood suddenly flew down to the earth with incredible speed, though weaker than his blood bullets, his blood needles were twice as fast.

And like a heavy rain of blood making his appearance, the barriers of the Archmages were washed with hundreds of blood needles, creating a sound of heavy rain falling into the roof at their barriers. Though violent, their barriers held pretty well.

Azrael didn\'t care about their barriers, he didn\'t aim to kill those humans with this spell. His aim was the ones below them.

And as if someone pressed a button, screams of pain echoed from the ground, making the Archmage realize the dark elves\' objective.

The soldiers on the ground weren\'t skilled enough or if at all to generate barriers just like the Archmages and even if they could, they weren\'t going to be strong enough. So once the needles of blood fell on top of them, all they could do was cry from the pain and dying after having one\'s bodies pierced by hundreds of needles.

Though the spell, [Tears of Blood] didn\'t cover the whole battlefield, Azrael pretty much killed the front of the Arcana\'s army.

Soon enough, the rain of blood stopped, making the Archmages remove their barrier while glaring at Azrael.

Looking at the Archmages with little emotion, he raised his left in front of him and closed it into a fist.

Once he did, the blood of the thousands of soldiers that died on the ground started to be drained and fly towards the air.

Frowning at this, the Archmages teleported away so as to not be washed by the tons of blood rising into the heaves.

The tons of blood traveled inside Azrael\'s Bloodthirster and under his cloak, disappearing as if Azrael was a sponge for blood.

"Let\'s see if it was worth trading those magic scrolls." Azrael mumbled as his aura was manifested into the air in a crimson color, influencing even the clouds to be dyed in red color.

The orb of his Bloodthirster lightens up with a vertical iris another set of 8 smaller eyes appear in the cursed spears gabs with the sclera being orange.

Under his cloak, the medium armor that was mixed with his previous robe started to be filled with blood, slowly creating a crimson-plated armor all around Azrael\'s body with a helmet that had not a single opening like a faceless mask.

The cloak that he was wearing was pulled by something growing from his back and torn apart till the cloak couldn\'t manage before.

Revealing a pair of two black angel wings with the weather tips having a crimson color.

It was like an angel of blood descent from the heavens to incur his wrath towards the mortals.

Flapping his pair of black wings, Azrael nodded as his armor satisfied before glancing at the Archmages.

"Now, shall we begin." He said as liters of blood escaped from his armor and created 8 balls of blood around him.

The ball of blood slowly shifted and became an exact copy of Azrael.

Wielding a bloodthirster with his orb eye light up and his crimson-plated armor together with the pair of black angel wings.

Each of those copies had an aura of a 4th-tier and also held an increadible amount of mana inside of them.

Azrael stared at his Bloodthirster of how it closed the small 8 eyes before gazing at the Archmages.

"Humans." Azrael and his 8 copies said in unison, his copies voice being unnatural and twisted.