Dual Sword God Box Set

by Shadows Finger

  Pat. Pat. Pat.

  A stream of blood flowed down her forehead along with her sweat that fell to the verdant ground. She struggled to keep her eyes that were becoming dull and lifeless open as she looked towards the lights from the explosion in the distant horizon.

  Her eyes grew misty as a stream tears fell from the corner of her eyes, soon though, her eyes grow sharp as thick killing intent spread out from her entire being. She spoke in a cold tone, “If it wasn’t because my body is facing repercussions, they would have never died to likes of that b-tch! I will certainly... cer—tainly... kill you!”

  As she finished her statement, she willed for a strange wristband to appear from her storage ring that quickly wrapped its self across her slender wrist. Soon, an odd kind of energy shrouded her form.

  Swoosh! The instant her figure became shrouded by the energy from the wristband, a powerful spiritual sense soon after scanned the area.

  The scan was in-depth as if the person behind this spiritual sense was determined to leave no stones unturned, however, after a good while it receded to its source.

  A seductive but sinister voice soon resounded throughout the area, "Tsk! How could I lose track of such a rare human! Hmph! I will find you sooner or later little girl..."

  Her voice vanished, as a dark wind slowly began to blow over the depths of the Gloomy Forest...

  Chapter 84

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  The Mystical Fortress of Battlefield?!

  Ancient Dragon Battlefield, inside of the Interior Regions, within the Foggy Zone. The air was hazy as dense fog shrouded the land for as far as the eye could see. It carried a chilling coldness within, seeping through the thickest of cloaks and most versatile of armors.

  As the light of dawn peered through the mist of this barely recognizable environment one would see outlines of structures, broken or missing certain sections, a few larger structures even had strange deformations seeming to have been gripped and used as weapons.

  The corpse of humans and fiendkin littered the fields. However, if one looked carefully at these corpses, they would realize that a few of them had recently been added to this field within the mist.

  Their blood was mostly faded and frozen below layers of ice and dirt, as their bodies were ruptured and pierced with many different wounds of certain standards. A few of them even had broken weapons plunged deeply into the flesh, the remainder of edges sticking out of their bodies gleaming in a sharp light.

  A stifling silence pervaded over this region, as only the sound of a brisk wind could be heard gently blowing across the desolated battlefield. Soon there was a change.

  It started out low, progressing bit by bit with its volume rising at a constant pace.

  Step-step-step-step!

  A combination of footsteps could now be heard throughout the area, giving this pale atmosphere a tinge of life. The steps echoes continued to grow louder as their source drew closer and closer with each passing second. It could be inferred that the speed at which these individuals were moving was not slow but similar to an army at full charge.

  Soon, their battle cries could be heard along with the noise of their running footsteps.

  "Charge!"

  "Kill the humans and sever their heads! We must claim victory for our Zone Commander!"

  "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  Instantly, a series of silhouettes could be seen quickly traversing through these foggy lands. They bore different sizes ranging from heights of slightly taller than normal humans to that of giants.

  These creatures charged through the misty unknown became clearer, numbering in the thousands. The dirt from the desolate field formed dust clouds that added further confusion and obscurity to their forms hidden away by these dense mists.

  They had blue skin and muscular bodies with broad heads that had two cow-like horns at both sides of their foreheads; each wore a similar kind of armor being made to cover only their lower bodies leaving their upper parts bear. Their 'legging's' style armors were engraved with three swirly markings like this '~' each of which was positioned horizontally on each side.

  While charging towards the now vaguely recognizable silhouettes of their enemies, their eyes gleamed in a fiendish light indicating the viciousness of their true nature.

  Heiferfiends, a low-class fiend race said to possess an incredibly brutal nature as they tend to fight wildly without any regard to friend or foe. Standing proudly behind this large group was a ten-meter tall Heiferfiend, garbed in similar but unique looking armor with large gold chains hanging around its neck and strange golden markings on its upper body.

  A Variant Heiferfiend with a battle power no weaker than a middle-class fiend raised a dual bladed halberd that was even larger than itself, with fresh blood dripping from both its edges as yelled, "Leave none alive!" Its thick hair swaying wildly behind its back with the rise of the chilly winds.

  Four similarly large Heiferfiends stood silently by both of its sides, calmly observing the charging troop of fiends in the foggy battlefield.

  As the Heiferfiend Army was closing in on those distant silhouettes, they also started to become visible. A large group of humans could now be seen rushing towards the Heiferfiend Army from the opposing side, with each of their steps drowned out by the massive Heiferfiend army charge.

  However, their roars were just as loud as the opposing group of Heiferfiends.

  "The men of the Imperial Zang Clan fears no danger! Charge forwards and kill these fiends!" A familiar sounding voice said.

  "Kill--!" The ground of humans yelled as they charged forwards in unison, each garbed in different styles of robes representing two different kinds of influences.

  Looking beyond the thick mist, one would see the figure of a man who wore decorated robes with an emblem of a golden dragon hung around his neck standing beside another individual. He was a silent man whose entire body was mostly covered with various types of cloths, his bald head vaguely visible due to its sheen, and eyes due to their deep luster.

  Xun Yanshan stood calmly on the top of a broken structure that towered over the land, his robes flapping with the movement of the wind. After he gave his command to the practitioners from all parties, he looked towards the densely clothed man and spoke in a weary tone, "Sigh, we've been battling these waves for two days now, and our already small troops are dwindling. If we don't find a way to break through this wave of fiends and kill their commander, forget about finding our missing brats we will not even be able to make it the Central Regions."

  Nei Sinian squinted his eyes and spoke as he carefully observed the silhouette of the Variant Heiferfiend behind the approaching fiend army, "There is no sense in worrying over the unknown for both Dong child, and your empire’s geniuses should be capable of handling themselves. What you should be concerned about is that large guy over there, for even if we do clear this wave, we will be in big trouble battling against him."

  As Xun Yanshan heard this, his expression grew more severe as he looked towards the figure with a pensive gaze. Soon though, he cleared his thoughts and spoke to Nei Sinian once again, "You're right, it won't be easy getting a handle on that Variant Heiferfiend. It looks as if it will be even more trouble compared to that Fei Tan we fought against."

  "Well, that is to be expected for its battle power should be similar to that of an elite middle-class fiendkin," Nei Sinian replied as he his eyes showed a hint of fear.

  Fiendkind, they are a dark race said to come from 'outskirts' of the endless void. They are said to have been born as combatants without the need to cultivate, as such upon being born they blessed with powers of average practitioners some being stronger than most. As they age and grow to adulthood, their powers grow accordingly. The older the fiend, the more powerful they are likely to be, as even their lifespans are several folds that of humans.

  These beings are powerful, but not all of them are born equal, their talents and potentials are gauged by their races which are divided into low, middle, high, and finally top-cla
ss fiends. Low-class fiends are generally as powerful as ordinary practitioners, while the others are as follows:

  Middle-class fiends are born with First Layer Battle Prestige, with the strongest among them capable of achieving Pseudo-Second Layer Battle Prestige. High-class fiends are born with Second Layer Battle Prestige, with the strongest among them capable of attaining Pseudo-Third Layer Battle Prestige.

  Finally, top-class fiends are born with Third Layer Battle Prestige, with the strongest among them capable of achieving Pseudo-Transcended Layer Battle Prestige. These types of fiends are typically referred to as the Chosen Fiends, being geniuses that are if not comparable greater than True Bloodline Successors of Supreme Tier Bloodlines and Supreme Warriors War Saint Heritages.

  However, while this is typically used to grade the potential of fiends usually limited by their races. There are a few fiends that are born in defiance of their limited class; they are called Variant Fiends, beings capable of achieving the Battle Prestige of a higher-class solely due to their distinctive natures.

  Legend speaks of a class above all these, but that is a story for another time.

  Xun Yanshan who heard Nei Sinian’s reply about Fei Tan couldn't help but frown as he spoke, "Indeed, a troublesome fellow, sigh. It's times like these I don't mind the help of that damn Midnight Temple or rather, Midnight Hall fellow..." As he said this, he couldn't help but recall the figure of Yin Shuye.

  "No time to complain, the armies are about to clash we need to join in to reduce our troops’ casualties," Nei Sinian said in a calm and collected tone, a powerful rush of mental power soon after covered his form created a semi-transparent war giant with a battle mace that rushed towards the opposing side with great strides.

  "Che! Fine, no point complaining now!" Xun Yanshan said as he transformed into a golden beam of light and crashed straight into a section of the opposing troops.

  Ka-Boom! A devasting explosion soon followed which created a shockwave that only managed to push a few of the fiends back, the remainder of the Heiferfiends continued to rush forwards wildly with utter disregard for their lives.

  One Warrior realm elite Heiferfiend beside the Variant Heiferfiend quickly rushed forward as it collided with the form of Xun Yanshan blasting him away from the central section of the troops.

  Boom-boom-boom! Their blows creating ripples as they wildly battled on a now distance side of the battlefield. As the slower approaching war giant of Nei Sinian was closing in on the troops, another Warrior realm elite at the side of Variant Heiferfiend swiftly charged forwards obstructing his path causing him to be embroiled in a fierce struggle.

  It was a bloody battle, as both armies collided with each other instantly creating a string of causalities. While most of the troop’s dead belong to the Heiferfiends, they were quickly replaced by the vast stream of Heiferfiends causing the pressure and casualties on the side of Golden Dragon Imperial Clan and Southern Revolution Faction's group to increase with the passing of time.

  One man broke apart the chest of Heiferfiend with a strike of his palm martial skill. However, before he could rejoice, his skull was smashed to pieces by a Heiferfiend who using its hands to attack by clapping them together as if swatting a fly.

  With the brain matter falling to the ground from its bloody palms, the Heiferfiend swiftly continued its reckless charge not caring about the hand of the man was plunged deep into its chest, or the weight of his body that was still attached to it, swinging its arms violently towards any who came in its reach.

  A few other similar scenarios could be seen occurring to the struggling humans battling against this wild troop.

  Xun Yanshan seeing this from a distance as he fought the Warrior realm Heiferfiend frowned, as he cursed, "Damn! If it weren't for these blasted fiends, the casualties would be lower. How could these seemingly normal wingmen be so strong!"

  Nei Sinian seeing this knitted his brows for a moment before passing a mental message to the mind practitioners, "What are you doing?! Quickly use the to reduce the casualties!"

  Quickly heeding their leader's command, the group of mental practitioners rapidly chanted a strange set of words in unison. Soon, a semi-transparent barrier form around all of the human’s bodies causing the casualties to stop.

  The Variant Heiferfiend seeing this frowned as it spoke, "Oh? Well, they were mental practitioners in the mix. It’s been so long since I’ve seen such rare humans, if I recall correctly the last Ancient Dragon Battlefield War had no such practitioners within. Good! I will add their bones to my collection."

  He then looked towards the two-remaining large Heiferfiends by his side and commanded, "Both of you quickly destroy the rest."

  As the two by its side heard its command, they responded promptly responded as they rushed towards the opposing human's side, "As the leader commands!"

  The Variant Heiferfiend then looked towards the small army battling the endless troops with a look of disdain in its eyes as it though to itself, "We have prolonged the battle for an unnecessarily long time, the Zone Commanders of the Central Regions should already be heading to Center of all Zones. These weaklings are certainly not the strongest of the humans gathered here. We must prepare before those---"

  As the Variant Heiferfiend was lost in its thoughts, it couldn't help but become distracted as it noticed a strange scene. It said, "Eh?"

  Vaguely in the distance, a towering structure could be seen. It floated in the air hovering above the lands of these dense mists; It looked like a mansion or maybe a fortress? None of that matters, for the sight before the Variant Heiferfiend’s eyes, was no different than worm catching sight of an eagle.

  "Damn! How could they get here so fast?! Weren't they said to be in Blazing Zone? This repugnant Fortress of the---" The Variant Heiferfiend cursed loudly as it recognized the 'Fortress' in-font its eyes, but before it could finish its words of anger there was another change.

  Pheww! Pheww! Blaze! Two rays of scarlet-red light beamed towards the two assaulting Warrior realm Heiferfiends. Upon sensing the danger, they quickly tried to act. However, their resistance served only to be futile. It was as if they were made of paper; both instantly turned into flames that soon became ashes leaving behind blazing flames and the two rays of light that materialized into two separate forms standing proudly on the ground’s misty battlefield.

  Their red robes dancing in the wind, and red hair that swayed gently behind them. Their eyes were shrouded by a layer of darkness that formed because of flames around their figures, filling them with a destructive presence like no other in the battlefield.

  Xun Yanshan and Nei Sinian seeing these two forms were shocked as they shouted together, "How could they be in this zone?!"

  "Chet! So, what if you're that dreadful human group. I've heard about in these two days; I want to see how you will get through my blades?!" The Variant Heiferfiends said as its gaze grow colder by several degrees, making his entire being become one with the chilly haze of the environment.

  He gripped his dual bladed halberd and slowly stepped towards the central area of the battlefield, causing the chilliness to rise and an even fiercer wind to blow. The dense mist soon after shrouding all of the battling individual's forms once again...

  Chapter 85

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  The Scorched Battlefield, Feng Yu's Plan!

  The world was scorched black, as a sea of flames had consumed most of this region. Plumes of smoke rising to the air, as a waft of roasted flesh tickled the noses of all beings within its vicinity. Carefully looking at this devasted land, one would see a series of craters shaped in an unusual form, seeming to have been made by giant palms that pressed into the earth and blades that ruptured the land.

  In each of the craters on the field there were parts of odd creatures that had hardly recognizable blue skin. Their bodies burnt mostly to cinders, with the remnants remaining in scorched pieces. Their leggings-like armor mostly ruined along with any weapon on their person. Still, a f
ew of the lucky ones had managed to stay intact and were stacked into piles located at the remote corners of this ravaged battlefield.

  The previous chilliness of the dense smog replaced by a blazing air that burnt away all hidden beneath its covering. The time of dawn had long passed, moving the day steadily towards its peak. Now, a small group of humans could be seen moving about busily in this dreaded blazing field.

  "Heave-Ho!" The group of practitioners yelled in unison, while they pull a massive dual bladed halberd wrapped with large chains from the corpse of a humongous creature. The chains made 'clink-clink' noises as they drew across the ground pulled the halberd at a steady pace towards a new stack of weapons.

  A man looking at this scene couldn't help but smile and shook his head in a depressed manner, as he spoke, "Sigh, who would have thought that these strange weapons wouldn't compatible with our Storage Ring's? Oh well, that halberd should be the last of these weapons so it's time to report to the leaders."

  As he finished his words, the man turned around and walked towards a tent located a few dozen meters away. While walking, he couldn't help but look at the ever-burning flames and their destruction with a solemn expression as he thought to himself, "Such powerful monsters, these guys are certainly not humans. I thought I'd seen it all at battles against the Soul Eater Ghostfiends, but it seems as though we had only seen the tip of the iceberg."

  While the man walked and contemplated, he soon arrived at the entrance of the tent. However, before he could voice his arrival, he was interrupted.

  "Enter!" The voice of Xun Yanshan said.

  Not wasting any time, the man promptly responded by entering and politely bowing his head to the two forms seated around a small table. He spoke, "Leader Xun and Leader Nei, this one has come to report on the collection of those strange weapons. We have successfully gathered all usable remnants that weren't destroyed by the battle."