『Master You are close to finally unlocking the Priscilla route, she just need one more push, I can feel her love starting to bloom somewhat』
The system announced to Adam, who at this point in time was preparing to attack.
"That is some very good news indeed."
Adam replied calmly as he placed his hands over Priscilla.
And using his newfound Lore ability.
He rubbed the blade upwards with his palms, as a vast amount of Heat Astrum left his body, but was quickly regenerated via both his (horns), and the passive effects of (The Gate of Magic).
Astrum absorption surged to levels never before witnessed in this world.
Magic Sword Priscilla glowed, its pure-white blade of frozen fire radiating power in all directions of it’s being.
Space itself trembled beneath the weight of its presence.
"Let’s see just how effective this is."
With a calm breath, he extended his hand, and began to bestow blessings.
Each word he uttered effect reality itself, or rather the reality of the blade or thing he bestowing his blessings upon.
[Blessing of Pause Strike]
—Any attack, whether direct or projectile, can be frozen mid-motion and released at the user’s will.
[Blessing of Astrum Blaze]
—Within ten meters of the blade’s presence, all incoming magic is reduced to nothing, devoured by its burning aura, destroying all Astrum attacks, well attacks that’s are weaker than it’s user current Astrum count in the Heat Attribute.
[Blessing of Life Burn]
—If struck by the blade, even lightly, Priscilla can ignite and consume the target’s lifespan. Consecutive hits, even minor ones, will continue to sear away life itself. Depending on how deep or how strong the hit is, will depends on how much will be burnt at once, and for how long. As such the time limit is not fixed.
[Blessing of The Kings Domain]
—Once drawn, the sword triggers a 30-kilometer-wide elemental domain, unleashing blizzards, hailstorms, lava rain, or transforming the terrain into a searing inferno. The listed domains can be chosen by the user, however after picking one it cannot be changed till a new battle begins.
Each blessing carved itself into the crystal-like blade, as Adam engraved his will into reality.
Magic Sword Priscilla pulsed, alive and almost divine
Overflowing with wrath.
Overflowing with power.
"Mhm, this should do it now then... Let’s clean the rest of this place up."
Without warning, Adam vanished.
Or rather his body transformed into an abstract form of pure white flames. The inferno that was his body roared forth from where he once stood, a torrent of Astrum flame that engulfed the earth as it traveled upwards.
Priscilla on the other hand watch from afar as witness to Adams newfound power.
As she watches him traverse, across the entire village like a comet.
His body literal fire itself now moving towards the center to face the cheiftman.
As she watch with her arms fold she could not help but say with a flat and curious look.
"Yet he again that brat has become stronger... Although to name a sword after me knowing I am not too far off is truly a bold move... Hmmm although I can’t say I dislike it... What an odd feeling I must say."
The flames moved faster than the human eyes can perceived, as it Adam cross numerous huts, until he reached the village center where the air stank of blood, sweat, and unwashed pelts.
The buildings were warped hunks of salvaged metal and bones similar to the gate, primitive and feral, yet reeking with demonic and monster energy.
Adam said from above. Looking down at the enemies as he approaches them.
At the center stood a stone altar. Still slick with the blood of the mammoth-like monster they’d slain earlier.
Its massive corpse lay sprawled across it, untouched, as it was uncooked.
And there, seated like grotesque nobles at a banquet of conquest, sat Gorrmash and his elite orcs, six in total.
They were Towering figures.
Each Thick-skinned, and have muscles like tree trunks.
Their bodies covered in black tribal scars that pulsed faintly with their demonic energy.
Their armor was a patchwork of metal and bone, and each carried a weapon.
Well compare to normal orcs, these weapons were magical weapons as Adam could feel the Astrum coming from them.
Despite the many corpses they had torn through this week alone...
They all looked up with worry.
A child like entity with great power was before them.
His eyes radiant, gold within gold or rather his peeper just look like void fill of pure Astrum, framed by sweeping glowing white-horns on his head.
His body was the same glowing color as well, alongside his sword
With his eyes being the only exception.
As white fire surged around him, burning away at the stones, and devouring the oxygen in the air.
He stood calm before them, his focus not much on the elites rather, on the cheiftman standing behind them.
"I assume you’re Gorrmash?"
Adam said, his voice layered with echoes, as if a dozen versions of himself was there speaking the same thing at the same time, in the same tune.
The chieftain stood, his tusks curling upward like saber fangs.
The chief growled at him, as his arms remain foul.
"... Monster... Child... Full breed from the Monster World I presume."
Adam of course responded.
"Hmm at least you can sense monster energy, most orc here can’t, despite having the same energy as well, even if is tainted."
"Grrrr... Don’t assume you have the advantage here foul monster kind."
Then, the altar shattered.
As Gorrmash’s is heated his giant axe, the bandages coming off themselves as they fold around his arm.
He then slammed the great weapon into the ground where Adam stood, cleaving the world in two.
A pulse of Space Astrum ripped out in all direction, as the purple energy, radiates from it’s edges.
The blow was perfect.
But Adam was no longer there, or rather the gravity effect to increase attack lethality was burnt away, and he just hit the ground hard as Adam transformed into flames again to avoid the attack.
The fire vanished, only to erupt from behind Gorrmash, crashing into him with a scalding meteor-kick to the back.
The chieftain grunted, staggering forward, as a trail of molten slag burned into his armor.
"Don’t lecture me impure."
Adam said to Gorrmash’s
Clearly insulting his unclean blood.
"You clearly have no idea how weka your are compare to the Monsters in the Monster World. Honestly your a joke at best."
"What are you guys doing...Kill him...
Gorrmash yelled, as the elite orcs reacted and stepped forth, weapons in hand as they prepared to attack Adam.
Each launching at him at different corners, leaping off the altar like wolves.
One wielded a whip made of serrated bone, along side his ability called predation, it allowed him to struck faster the more the user’s heart rate increased.
For that reason whip suit him the best.
The same could be said for the other elites, they each have a weapon that they could use with respected lore abilities.
The first to reach him cracked his serrated whip from his hip, the weapon moved fast, and faster still with each beat of the user’s heart.
But Adam vanished mid-strike, flame splitting around the lash, only to reform behind the second.
This one wielded dual tomahawks, both humming with a kinetic energy, this was energy Astrum, that stored motion. One swing missed, but the the second didn’t.
It connected with Adam’s chest.
But the blow hit Astrum not flesh so the kenetic outburst pass right through him.
Adam’s body then dissipated again, then reformed to the left, his sword raised.
As he uses [Pause Strike] for the first time.
Sending a horizontal wave of fire slashes that froze in mid-air like a glowing fracture across reality.
But they were done in such a way, not to harm the orc, rather the slashes trapped him in a cage, so if he escape the attack frozen in place would kill him.
"You have a rare magic, I have used for you yet."
He said to imprisoned orc who was sweating in fear from the weirdness of his attacks.
Right after three other orcs launched toward him, but Adam continue to make more frozen slashes around them so quickly, it became an omnidirectional death trap, or cage.
But thes fearless morons did not care, they bravely passed through it.
And then the attack unfroze, exploding behind them mid-leap.
One dropped immediately, his leg missing below the knee, cauterized to bone, as the shot fired off at random.
The fourth hurled a javelin laced with Light Astrum.
But Adam caught it mid-flight with his hand, burning away the magical effects of the weapon as a result of Priscilla passive blessings.
And in a act of sheer brutality, the other frozen attacks around the orcs unfreeze, as different blade strike’s hit him from numerous locations all at once.
Cutting him into multiple pieces that were now burning away into nothing.
It happened so quick it did not even have time to scream.
On the other hand, another orc attack him this time his gauntlets had wind pressure to them as he throw a wind push from afar.
The attack did not but ed away this time sadly for it was not magic.
The attack reach him, and like bomb it exploded as highly compress wind unfolded outwards but the attack did nothing.
As Adam body merley passed right through it.
Adam laughed at this pathetic attempt to take his life as he point a finger towards him. And quicker than anyone could react to.
A bean of concentrated plasma fired from his hand, but it was not hit rather it move as fast as light, but the moment it hit the orc.
He was frozen solid within a tough block of ice.
And being the asshole Adam was he through his crystalized sword at the frozen orc. And the sword bash right through the ice breaking the block and the frozen orc inside into different pieces, as it crumbled on the ground into slabs of frozen meat.
The wepaon on the other hand flew off into the distance spinning in the air before it stop. And began spinning back into the direction of Adam, as he caught the blade at same time another orc tried to attack him with a giant sword with curve edges.
The orc flew back, and crashed into one of the huts, that collapse on its body, knocking the brute out for a while.
Leaving only Adam and Gorrmash on the battlefield.
"Well then impure, it’s only me and you now."