Ascension Of The Nephilim

Martha's leap was a great shock to those nearby. Even the slaves who had given themselves over to death did not expect that she would be so wild and enraged at something so insane.

Arrows continued to rain down. And the arrows were already sinking inside of their body.

Martha did not imbue an explosive force but one that would penetrate.

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

The arrows dug deeply unto the dracanae ghouls and added more [Heavy Weight], and another arrow launched yet another [Gravity Field].

"ROAR!" The Thane Dragons roared angrily, but the weakness brought about by entropy and the unchecked attempts of their bodies to keep regenerating was making them so weak.

Martha cast three [Heavy Weight] on her and readied to stab. Her aim was the one dragon who she had shot several times and who fell flat on his back.

SMASH!

Martha landed on the dragon and had stabbed her sword, which sank deep within her chest.

"Do you feel this, dragon? The blood that makes this sword is not even your ilk. But it was the insects that you saw up there. The insects that bravely gave their lives so that this sword could kill you!" Martha roared as she harnessed the power of the dragonic devour.

Unlike the devour of Kyros, which absorbed the essence through blood, the dragons devour every bit of flesh and meat from the target. Each tooth of a dragon had the mysterious power to absorb essence and vitality in eating these things. And this ability was added upon the Blood Weapon of Martha.

The Thane Dragon tried to move, but Martha began to cast [Heavy Weight] and [Gravity Field] on the dragon.

Hunter had survived his attack as the Thane Dragon was knocked down and the first thing that Hunter did was stab a dragon in an attempt to absorb his blood.

SMASH!

The tail whipped at Hunter, which he blocked with his sword. But even with the spells of weight, Hunter was still sent smashing to the sides. His entire body was bleeding, but he managed to take some blood. He rushed towards Hemsey's wrangled body and was about to stab it when the notification of Hemsey's death appeared.

Hunter stumbled down as he neared Hemsey. The death of his brother caused a severe weakening on his knees. He lost strength for that quick second.

He fell down but immediately struggled to stand. His Lady was still fighting. And so he had to fight for his honor and loyalty still bounded him to serve.

Enraged, Hunter absorbed the blood and charged to fight.

Martha was standing on top of the Thane Dragon and kept releasing bows at the four Thanes trying to charge towards her.

Her constant use of Explosive Arrows drove the dragons back.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Martha was immersed in a trance as she allowed her Path of Combat to take over her.

She aimed and dodged and would even throw her dagger. Hunter and his ghouls also attacked and would bite down at the sides of the dragon.

Martha would also grab the sword stabbed deep in the dying Thane and absorb energy while casting Gravity Field and Heavy Weight.

Martha's skin was turning strange as small scales started to appear.

Dorothy watched in amazement.

"As expected. She has compatible blood from Lord Tyrannos, who became the Father of All Dragons. Her compatibility is merging. Just who is her master?" Dorothy pondered.

The battle was turning in favor of Martha and Hunter. The Thane dragon they were on was close to death, and the rest were also weakening. They prioritized Martha as she was the source of the cursed Gravity Magic, but they could not kill her.

Soon, Hunter's sword was strong enough to wound the creatures, and the dracanae ghouls were overpowering them.

Dorothy acted on his own. Martha had fallen into a semi-berserked state which made her a fighting monster.

His soul appeared and began to attack the weakened soul of the Thane Dragons and was slowly eating them. The Thane Dragons were too wounded and beaten to resist, and their souls were devoured.

"I never thought that I would have devoured such dragons. At least, in this state, I gained five times the amount of soul energy I wasted on this. I should be able to live for a time now..." Dorothy thought.

His dark green soul was shining brighter and brighter as a lighter shade of green was being siphoned out of the soul of the Thane Dragons as the fight continued.

The five roared as they felt their life reaching an end.

The pitiful roar awakened Martha from her trance. This was because the rage was swelling up in her brought out her selfishness, pride, ego, and she could not control herself in giving in to her pettiness.

"Stupid dragons! You fell for my trap!" Martha shouted.

"You would have won had you not exerted an effort! The entropy will take time to kill you! And the magic and force energy I have would not have been enough to kill you if you simply stood by and allowed gravity to pull you down! You lose because you struggled! And because of that, you five mighty beings have fallen from creatures who shouldn't be capable of wounding you with their weapons!" Martha shouted as she kept fighting.

"Destiny!" Martha roared as the power of Fate Challenger echoed.

"You failed! Your idiotic gamble to overpower me with brute strength failed! You had five dragons, and you used them to kill a little girl with weak slaves, and you still lost! We have won! I have defeated you!" Martha shouted angrily.

The dragons finally died, and their struggle ended. Dorothy had devoured all their souls.

Martha was so angry that she continued to stab, slash and kick the bodies of the remaining dragons.

Hunter was lying at the side and finally fell into a painful sadness as he watched over the bodies of his brother.

STAB! STAB! STAB!

Martha roared madly.

"Lady Martha! Stop! It's over! You have won! Please, Lady Martha!" A slave cried out.

The surviving slaves began to shout as well.

"Get out of there! The entropy could kill you!"

"Lady Martha! The rope! Please ascend! Sir Hunter, have your ghouls carry the bodies!" Another slave called out.

Hearing the caring words of the slaves, Martha lost strength. She stumbled down and glanced to the top, and saw the surviving slaves. Excluding Myas, the group had rescued twenty-one slaves. But now, only twelve remained.

Martha recalled her horrifying acts. It was hideous. She sued the lives of humans like magic restoring potion.

She had killed the older ones and spared the younger slaves. She didn't even dare to look at the slaves when he threw her blood weapons. But she mustered the courage to look at these slaves. She had always fought and made all the sacrifices that she could to survive. She even had fallen into several moral dilemmas regarding the lives of her enemies and even those allies that she knew would betray her because of her standing in the Bowheart clan.

In most cases, she would fall into a state of doubtful conscience as she could argue or reason her way out to help her sleep. But her actions of absorbing and taking the lives of these slaves just so that she could have more magic to spare just wrecked her heart. Her conscience believed with certainty that what she did was wrong and no reasoning of hers could unburden the pain that she felt.

"I'm sorry!" Martha cried. Those were the only words that she could say to the surviving slaves.

Back in the Nephilim Sealing Mountain...

Kyros dug his blade deeper, one of the lizard captains that escorted the group.

Aron and Branze were stunned at the sudden mad rush of Kyros.

In their exploration, they found a small platoon of lizards.

Kyros wanted to find more creatures to increase his level. So while the Temple became dormant after Kyros used it to force a connection to Martha, he could still absorb more energy.

And while the group agreed to give some to the Golems, Kyros suddenly rushed in and attacked the troop without care as he turned into a great rage.

Pitch black darkness appeared, and even Gojirrah was scared of Kyros.

The several levels, twenty lizards were instantly massacred from the savage attacks of Kyros.

Kyros expected deaths and had been keeping himself busy with things to bring out the stress somehow and worry he constantly faced. However, he felt that Martha would have a high chance of surviving and believed that even if some of his Coven died, he would still eventually find a way to resurrect them.

In his past life, he had faced the hordes of the undead and knew that most of the powerful Skeletons and Liches had the ability to save their soul.

The more powerful Vampires also had that, and Kyros even went to great lengths to kill the soul of the Eldrich that challenged him before his reincarnation.

And because of this, he was somewhat at ease that his own power would soon allow him to resurrect the fallen ones. Even if the one who died would be Martha.

But there was a certain notification that drove Kyros mad. He didn't expect this to happen. In fact, it wasn't logical that this even happened.

The notification was short and simple. But when Kyros saw it, his heart froze, and the great anger surged up, forcing Kyros to run towards the lizards to fight them.

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Hems Steele's True Soul has dispersed. Soul cannot be bound back to Kyros.

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"True Death.... But how?" Calaminus murmured as the rage triggered Kyros to fall into a Dark Maddening.