1514 The Reply
Varian lay in a pool of blood, which continued to grow as even more blood continue to spill from the numerous injuries he accumualted.
His body was aching heavily, the muscles were literally burning up with intense heat and his skin was torn in too many places to worry.
And his breath, if he didn't need to actually breathe to survive, he'd have died with how breathless he was.
These serious injuries were the lightest of them all. The real injuries were inflicted within, wrecking chaos in his aura, gnawing away at his vitality and trying to strike his soul itself.
[Y-You crazy bastard! Who the hell seals up their own strength to fight a stronger enemy? You have a death wish! You fucking idiot!]
Logos' angry voice rang in his mind and it almost felt like someone was pulling his hair.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Coughing up blood, he grinned with an unapologetic smile.
Even though he was weaker, he found a strategy to win against the dumb opponent.
But that's not enough. What would happen if he wins?
He had grow strong.
Strong enough to affect this batle. Strong enough to fight against the dangers that would follow after this battle.
And so, he deliberately sealed parts of his strength and fought in a very disadvantaged situation.
As he expected, it gave him a huge improvement than otherwise.
Just like how a person's body would adopt to the temperature—high or low, his weak body tried to adopt to the danger by increasing his strength.
As a result—
[All Rank 8
Paragon Body: 5,000/25,000 (+5,000)
Ignis: 5,000/25,000 (+5,000)
Death Giant: 5,000/25,000 (+5,000)
Order: 7,500/25,000 (+7,500)
Chaos: 7,500/25,000 (+7,500)
Space: 5,000/25,000 (+5,000)
Time: 5,000/25,000 (+5,000)
PS: Do not try this again. You have almost died! Even if you want to stimulate your potential, this is too reckless.]
Logos had becoming very humane. Instead of mocking and teasing him, it was worrying.
'How ironic.'
Varian grimaced at the pain as he pulled himself up.
Just a year and half ago, he was emotional while the system was rational. Now, the system had become emotional while he turned cold blooded and ruthlessly rational.
'Don't worry, Logos. I won't die. I still have to punish you for the stupid things you said and did.'
He grabbed his severed arm, stabbed it back to its place, twisted his foot back to pointing straight and checked if there's any bone missing.
'Yosh, all set.'
With a kick to the ground, he broke out of the 'barrier' that was hiding his battle with the golem.
Isadora who was now fighting a fairy who used specialized wind that erased whatever it touched.
It looked like a corrosive gas but in reality, it's a specially engineered order rule that would reorganize any organic matter into its inorganic components.
Through their synergetic link, he yelled. 'Here!'
Isadora showed no immediate change but gradually changing her tactics, she led the green robed wind fairy to a valley far away.
Once Isadora jumped into the valley between vast mountains, the fairy followed without hesitation.
Hundreds and hundreds of circular formations with bizzare symbols lit up and the power of chaos activated.
Even though it was just a low rank 9 power, there were many of them.
Varian didn't dare to use the power of slivers openly out of fear that Immortal and Icarus might recognize it.
But he had no issues in utilizing its powers to make these formations and covering them up as 'magical treasures' created by precious materials.
Boom!
There was no explosion on the scene but the wind fairy twitched violently and shook back and forth.
The 'order' of this place was severely and suddenly disrupted due to these formations.
It's like grabbing the strings of a puppet and yanking them away, even if for only a brief moment.
That disturbance was enough for Isadora to capitalize on.
The princess poured the power of darkness, which itself was a derivate of the power of chaos and attacked the wind fairy.
The creature which looked as beautiful as an elf screeched like a harpie and dissipated into the wind.
"Quick, come with me!"
Isadora grabbed his hand and took him away from the site of conflict into the woods where monsters corrupted by a dark aura roamed.
From time to time, these monster beasts—corrupted by the power of devil—would try to break out into the normal world and terrorize people with the end goal of disrupting kingdoms from continuing the sealing ceremony.
These beasts were feared throughout humanity because of their ability to corrupt souls and lead people astray.
But a few white lights pouring from the tip of Varian's fingers purified these souls and sent them to permenant sleep.
Isadora kept dragging him and only stopped when they reached a cave.
While escaping to this place, she kept using the card to hide their traces and Varian too used his powers for that purpose.
"But why are we escaping? Shouldn't we be helping othe—"
She slammed him against the cave's wall and hugged him from behind, interlocking her fingers with his.
"…"
Varian was dumbfounded.
'Did she go into heat or what?'
"Err," Varian shifted, trying to get out of this awkward hug.
Her soft body was comforting, sure. And she smelled nice even now.
[You idiot, that's not the point!]
Logos screamed.
With a dignified expression, Varian said. "I know my wives did accept you as a sister wife, but this is not the place and time. You can't just jump on me in the middle of a critical battle even if you go into a heat."
"…"
"Isadora," Varian sighed a helpless sigh and broke free from the hug with force. "I don't have any feelings for you even though I tease you from time to time. It's my petty revenge for the hosility you showed me. I'll stop since it has come to this and I'm sorry. But we have to go figh—ouch!"
Isadora hubbed him again and her faint voice said in a trembling, angry tone. "You bastard, what the hell are you thinking? I'm just preparing for Synergy! I'm too drained from the fight and need some recharge."
