My Servant System

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1196: Fiends Galore (4)



Her katana slid across the flat of my blade as we stared at one another, her small stature not revealing her impressive power as she pushed against me and tried to pin me against Anput, who was fighting right behind me.

That void black metal was sapping the mana from my weapon and devouring it like a gluttonous pit, weakening my attacks and weakening me as I was forced to keep a constant stream of mana flowing into my weapon if I wanted to overpower her.

With the shield strapped to my arm I was able to two hand my great sword and wield it properly, but even as I exerted my strength and pushed down against the Fiend she just redirected my blade to the side and dashed away, opting for more space between us yet again.

Her hit and run tactics were rather irritating, but they had yet to become infuriating as I kept up with her blow after blow, constantly battling against her and ensuring that I kept pace with the Fiend as she darted to and fro, constantly searching for a weakness to exploit.

The problem for her was that there were few weaknesses for her to find at all, and even when she found them she had learned that there was always something waiting for her that she needed to dodge; she would have been better off fighting against Anput since their styles matched, but her male counterpart was occupying the Jackalkin right now.

Neither of them would have been able to get that far at all against me since I was walking around with what was practically a piece of a castle's walls in terms of defense, and their more speed based attacks weren't that ideal for a defensive battle.

"This is irritating..."

Skidding to a halt a few feet away, the Fiend glowered at me as she flicked her katana towards the ground, the black metal radiating an inky cloud as she said "I didn't want to have to do this now, but... it would seem that it is necessary. Prepare yourself, Demoness!"

Clasping both hands around the hilt of her katana, the Fiend lowered her stance once more and looked up at me, her right leg sliding backwards as she went even lower, looking to further enhance her speed as she took what looked like an alternated sprinters stance.

The inky cloud grew thicker as her mana visibly funneled into the blade, thick strands of blood red mana wafting off of her skin and traveling straight towards the katana, signifying that she was charging an attack.

Of course I wasn't going to let her do so freely, and while I could have just hunkered down and defended myself, I felt that offense was going to become the best defense against this Fiend as that cloud grew darker and thicker, the unique mana casting doubts in my mind.

It was clearly a step above whatever her own natural mana was, and I didn't want to give her the time to fully charge it up and cause severe damage to Anput or I, so I launched myself forwards and stabbed my great sword straight at her, the extended range of my potent Light Mana leaping off of the sword and cutting towards her throat.

And yet, instead of lunging towards me, the Fiend streaked past me and headed towards the other two fighting just a few feet away, and again I was surprised as I twisted myself around to give chase, preparing to see her cutting towards Anput and attempting to kill the Jackalkin.

However she streaked past her too and stopped only in front of the male Fiend, who just grinned and asked "Is it time then, sister-?" before his head thudded against the ground, her katana slicing through his neck cleanly.

The blood that should have spurted out of the wound flew towards the blade instead, and without any hesitation the Fiend spun back around and stared at the two of us, her katana becoming red with her brother's blood as she spat "You aren't the only ones with rare magics, brats."

Her brother's corpse dropped to its knees and remained there, though I noticed that it had crossed its hands over its lap and that his head - after it had stopped rolling - was still sporting the same grin as before, though this time his eyes were glowing red.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

She didn't give us time to think as she lunged forwards again, and this time her speed was almost blinding as she appeared in front of me, her katana raised high as she went for a powerful strike to open up.

Raising my shield and attempting to block the strike, I grunted as her blade crashed against me, the weight behind it far greater than before as the blood that was swirling around her black katana thickened and pressed down on me.

Strands of blood began to trickle over the shield, and it searched for any and all crevices to fill as it spread that weight out and made it harder for me to push back, but with my shield being strapped to my arm I was able to press my shoulder against the back of it and use my other hand to push back as well, exerting my strength again and showing the Fiend that I wasn't going to bend from just this.

She also had to worry about Anput, who stabbed her long blade straight towards the Fiend's side, only for her blade to shriek against an angled disc of blood that had Anput stumbling back behind the Fiend, though she used that momentum to spin around and slice towards her neck next.

Gritting her teeth and continuing to use her weight to pin me where I stood, the Fiend hissed "[Old God's Razor]!", summoning a large amount of blood from her brother and aiming it straight at me, the droplets of crimson liquid sharpening and solidifying into a weapon.

One that radiated power as the Fiend who summoned it set it free, the blade shrieking towards my face as it flew around my shield with ease.

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