Spectral Regalia

Chapter 115: Butchering a Dragon Rousing a God

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During Ursas' mid trajectory flight Avrin swung out Astaroth to counter while rushing towards Giron, both weapons seemingly collided with one another causing the ground to tremble and split. From there Giron began to barrage Avrin with carefully located swings and slashes.

Wielding Ursa to him seemed as easy as wielding a short sword, the weapon in his hands seemed as light as ever but powerful enough to potentially kill a dragon if given the chance.

Avrin of course was not an idiot when it came to this battle, before he had acted he had made sure his divine sense had scanned around several hundred miles to see if any of Abaddon's lackeys were around, and thankfully it seemed he was free to do as he pleased.

He knew Giron was eyeing the skymetal and figured it was quite important if Avrin preferred it over a spatial ring.

Someone on his level of power, once they would eye something it would be difficult to urge them away, Avrin learnt this in his former life, high ranked politicians would often hire assassins to kill each other over a simple treasured artifact or precious jewel, of course such internal strife was kept secret to not show the citizens of how the clock ticked.

Astaroth and Ursa continued to clash against each other, though Avrin was holding back, the reason for this is he had learnt his lesson with Aegis, he didn't want to damage the sigil weapon. That was the other half of the reason he wanted to fight Giron, a full sigil weapon would no doubt allow him to greatly benefit, in the end he had to temporarily put up with Giron while he thought of a plan.

Giron narrowed his bestial eyes before he pointed the head of Ursa towards Avrin, "Berserk Wolf!" The weapon seemed to glow a heavy red before the color engulfed Giron causing his body to bulk up with his muscles and veins expanding greatly.

Avrin was careful not to lower his guard, immediately he emitted a powerful phantom pulse to engulf Giron who roared with fury as he dashed towards Avrin with an incredible speed, the ground he was stepping on turned into a small crater that broke apart.

Giron raised Ursa before bringing the axe head down, Avrin knew it would be bad if he was even close to the area the axe hit so he quickly used his void step to reappear 20 meters away.

At that moment Ursa smashed into the ground where Avrin had been standing and a rumble spread out before a wide cleave shot through the ground. It seemingly hit an underground spring of water that soon ruptured with geysers blowing up from several directions.

Giron of course was astounded. "-Who is this person.... how is he capable of equaling me and even be faster than me? -" Giron was confused as he contemplated things, though Avrin had no longer decided to mess about with him.

Nebula mist surged around Avrin's body as the fibers of his muscles seemingly changed. His skin had purple pulsing lines across as they surged down to his legs that began to reform, short spikes protruded from them as they seemed to thin out a little and form a small carapace like shell forming around his calf, of course this meant he had augmented his legs for a purpose.