Sinister Knight: Dawn Of A Sinful Calamity

For the first half of the evolution, Blake had to attack hundreds of soldiers with his will and though yes Blake had at a time triumphed against death with it and even against the simulated mind of Lilith when he was being tested by Mr. Black, a key thing to note about these occurrences was that he had was always been on the defence.

Blake's unbeatable willpower only manifested to defend, the amount he could actively use capped at 700.

For this shortcoming of his, Blake had come up with the idea to use the dreadful armour of hell once more.

Taking into consideration the size and dispersion of the soldiers, Blake had thought he would have to summon the whole armour and even need to propagate its aura, but thankfully just a few seconds of exposure to it, and the entire battlefield had been knocked out, Kate included though luckily the woman was in a barrier of her own so she wouldn't fall to the working of the rune.

"There is a high chance Rachira and Olivia are still inside the ritual rune though" Blake thought sparing some thoughts for these servants of his who were about to die.

"Still, what gives with the system swallowing such large chunks of my vitality.

Back then 10 was enough for almost me to summon a portion of the armour, and those percentages, they weren't there the last time."

Giving the number of sins points he had one last look, Blake focused on the souls which had been extracted and were now being channelled into him.

Though Blake knew he would feel pain from the incoming process, another thing he knew was that this was the safest part of his evolution, the only worry he would have to deal with here being the pain he would have to go through.

Though Blake still couldn't see around, his closed eyes and the thick wall of evil mana that surrounded him made sure of that, with his connection to the ritual rune, he could sense what was going on around him and as the first dozens of souls slammed into him, their ethereal and complex forms forced into his being by the rune, Blake's mind couldn't help but tremble as waves of pain flowed through it.

The first wave was tolerable, its nature making Blake shiver all through as he tried to quickly get over it and prepare for the next, but the thing is that he never did.

Before Blake's body could get over the pain from the first souls, several dozen more entered him, and then another dozen, the number slowly pilling up till Blake could no longer keep his composure, his eyes shot open and he looked to the sky and he screamed.

The souls were incessant, noisy and loud. The rune did a good job in assimilating them into Blake, but when it came to the mental part it completely left that up to Blake,

Thousands of screams filled Blake's head and at some point, while Blake was focused on withstanding the painful screams in his mind, his body instinctively stood up on its own and moved to run away but almost immediately it crashed into the thick wall of evil man, this place now it's prison.

Taking control of his body, Blake fell to his knees and gripped the ground hard, his screams somewhat suppressed, his eyes blood red and red veins popping all over his face.

With Kate having been knocked out by the appearance of the amour of hell, the rune was currently working on preset commands, so there was no going back for Blake.

Even as Blake dug his fingers into the ground, scraping his nails against the sand as he sought to withstand the pressure in his mind, the rune kept sending more and more souls at him, then a minute after this process had begun, small red balls began rising out of the bodies of the dead soldiers, floating into the air and then after trembling for a second shooting towards the thick and steadily growing ball of evil mana in the middle of the ritual rune.

With just the souls bombarding him, Blake had already lost it but the rune didn't care or know about that, like it had been programmed to know, it extracted the blood essence of the various individuals it had just killed, the process taking quite some time, and then it channelled this blood essence into Blake.

Making sure his mind didn't fall apart under the torturous screams of the souls was what Blake focused on at the moment, but then the blood essence came and in an instant, his problems evolved.

No longer was Blake resisting screams in his mind, now these screams seemed to have been given a sort of conscience by the blood essence assimilating into him as soon his mind was filled with all sorts of whisperings.

From secrets that didn't concern him in the slightest to mentions of cooking recipes and laughter of children every imaginable conversation in the world was being whispered In Blake's head and then his blood turned hot, his heart beating several times faster than it should while his skin began burning off and his flesh exploding in small bursts.

Through all this though Blake was able to keep aware of his surroundings and make one last command at the appropriate time

"System release demon bloodline"

As Blake gave this command he felt his already tortured body be filled by a sudden heat this heat sending him screaming for several minutes, his roars of anguish stifled by the wall of evil mana which at a point had swelled and drowned him in its mysterious nature.

With Blake finally forgetting about his surroundings and focusing on passing through this torturous road he had put himself, and Kate still passed out, no one noticed that while a majority of the souls were channelled into Blake, and another sizable portion was silently being siphoned in another direction, pulled by an extraordinary force.

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