Chapter 294: Blood Scourge
The ever-increasing, seemingly endless pain clouded Silvia’s mind. Even though she was a witch and wouldn’t die, her endurance had its limits. Therefore, she struck first, and her first move was a powerful one.
Infused with terrifying magic power, the pitch-black thorns, which had been swaying like seaweed, instantly hardened, standing straight and becoming harder than steel. They pushed against the Fiendfyre, entering Owen’s Domain and battling the Fiendfyre monsters.
The Fiendfyre monsters had no physical form. Even if they were torn apart, they could be reborn in an instant. However, the magic power and curse of the pitch-black thorns were contaminating the Fiendfyre, making it impure. Even the Fiendfyre monsters that were touched by the thorns showed signs of pain. Owen gasped, realizing that witches truly couldn’t be judged by common sense.
The Fiendfyre monsters were a type of elemental creature. To make elemental creatures feel pain, it was simply not something magic could achieve, unless it involved laws.
Gritting his teeth, Owen regretted his recklessness. He had thought he could finally show off and slap someone in the face, but he had chosen a tough opponent, one that bit back.
Although he had learned a lot about witches from Ai Mi Er, he didn’t know their true nature. Ai Mi Er didn’t know either. Perhaps only his cheap mother knew.
Without knowing the opponent’s true strength, continuing the fight might lead to her continuously unleashing her power and ultimately defeating him. At that point, it wouldn’t just be a matter of losing face. Seeing Silvia’s current crazed state, he knew that falling into her hands would mean being cut into a thousand pieces, and even that would be considered lenient.
The problem was, the fight had already escalated. Even if Owen wanted to stop, Silvia, who was in high spirits, wouldn’t agree. Instead, she would become even more aggressive.
As Owen hesitated, his momentum naturally weakened. Silvia, seeing an opportunity, pressed her attack.
Finally, Silvia’s relentless advance angered Owen. They were both young; why should he let her have her way? Moreover, he was a young man, full of vigor. With his blood rushing to his head, he no longer cared about the consequences. He would beat her first and then worry about the rest.
“Reducto! Sectumsempra! Crucio! Avada Kedavra!” Owen rolled up his sleeves, pulled out his Elder Wand, and started with a series of spells that perfectly showcased his eloquence.
Enhanced by various buffs, the spells, originally meant for children’s books in terms of lethality, displayed their terrifying power. A single Reducto blast created a ten-meter-wide gap in the steel-hard thicket of pitch-black thorns. Within this area, all matter was completely pulverized. Sectumsempra, like a scythe, easily cut through the pitch-black thorns blocking the way, allowing the following two spells to hit Silvia.
This showed how inexperienced they both were. Silvia was hit by the spells so easily, while Owen, in his frenzy, actually cast Crucio and Avada Kedavra.
The pain from Crucio didn’t even register with Silvia. Instead, she felt invigorated, and her magic power surged even more.
Although Avada Kedavra was an instant death spell, as a cursed witch with pain and immortality attributes, a single Killing Curse only caused her to bleed a little from her nose, less than her period.
Looking at the increasingly energetic Silvia, Owen was speechless.
When the opponent was monstrous enough, even he, a monstrous monster, had no good solution.
Thinking about his options, unless he revealed his trump cards, let alone defeating her, even holding her off would be difficult.
Don’t forget, Owen’s current power was due to his burst phase. However, as everyone should know, a man’s burst usually doesn’t last long, mostly only a few seconds, just like the final sprint in a 100-meter race. Afterwards, one would be panting and need a long time to recover. Owen’s ability to maintain his burst for so long was already a testament to his extraordinary talent.
However, Owen was already feeling strained. His Demon Lord aura began to recede, and the Fiendfyre’s spread had reached its limit. He was now struggling to contain it. If it truly went out of control, igniting the entire Secret Realm was impossible, but he couldn’t predict the consequences. Therefore, to be safe, he couldn’t let the Fiendfyre go out of control.
The problem was, although they were both half-baked, the commotion they created was something even Legends couldn’t match. It was likely to wake the dead, let alone the half-dead.
Owen’s movements suddenly stopped. He turned to look at the castle. Silvia, as if a nerve had been touched, also regained some clarity and looked at the castle. However, her expression was even more unsightly.
“The Blood Scourge has awakened!” Silvia said through gritted teeth, glaring at Owen. If it weren’t for him, her family’s decades-long plan would have succeeded. Now, not only had it failed, but they had also awakened the Blood Scourge prematurely. If the Academy City was alerted, even her father, Grand Duke Macaron, would be in deep trouble.
“It seems we now have a common enemy.” Owen didn’t want to fight Silvia anymore, because there was no benefit to it. As for their animosity…
Although she wanted to kill him, she hadn’t succeeded, had she? Besides, there were countless instances of nobles stabbing each other in the back. If he took every grudge seriously, he would probably be busier than the dwarves in Warhammer. A thick grudge book wouldn’t last long.
Therefore, as long as she hadn’t succeeded, they were still good friends on the surface, cooperating when necessary. At most, when the time came to kick someone while they were down, he would use a mace instead of a regular stick, and ‘squat at the wellhead to solve the memory problem’, let her be remembered for her infamy for eternity.
After regaining her senses, Silvia, deeply ingrained in noble education, naturally wouldn’t continue to act impulsively. Being willful was fine, but only against those she could easily crush. Owen was too mysterious, and the power he had just displayed, judging by his relaxed expression, was far from his limit. Offending someone like him was a foolish choice even her father wouldn’t make.
“The Blood Scourge, the progenitor of the Otherworldly Blood Clan, a powerful Demigod. The Ghostly Castle was his sealed tomb, but the seal has failed.” Silvia’s expression was grim as she revealed the information she knew.
Owen smacked his lips, wondering if his luck had been too bad recently. First, he was chased by a demon warlock, then he encountered a witch looking for trouble, and finally, a Demigod vampire progenitor appeared.
Was the Academy City’s feng shui not good enough? Or was the Empire’s birth date incompatible with his?
Owen couldn’t understand why he had lived in the Northland for so many years and rarely even encountered a High-Level Professional, yet after arriving in the Empire for such a short time, he had met two Legends and a Demigod.
The most troublesome thing was that this awakening Blood Scourge, judging from his title, race, and current situation, had no reason to let go of the two “takeout deliveries” that had come to his doorstep.
Although not all Demigods were powerful, with some even weaker than Legends, a vampire Demigod obviously didn’t belong to the weak category. Vampires themselves were not weak in combat, and their vitality was even more tenacious, not inferior to a witch’s immortality. A Demigod vampire was even more outrageous. Even Owen didn’t want to encounter such an opponent.
