Infinite Realm

(AN :This chapter is susceptible to change.)

"Surprise~"

Arman appeared out of a ripple in space but this time, he was with a short sword in hand.

The Voidmancer class is a special class that isn't easily gained. Only through hardwork or sheer luck could one receive it. As a special class, the Voidmancer is quite impressive and ostentatiously powerful. With its utility type skills, it was almost perfectly well-rounded in both attack and defense. Counting in the special supporting skills which when used properly can change the tide of a battle, the Voidmancer class could as well be said to be a perverse class. If used properly, one could not only become a powerful mage but also a master of assassination despite being a mage. Arman's use of the class' abilities right now is a perfect example of the incredible fighting prowess of a Voidmancer.

With the short sword in hand, Arman stabbed towards the emissary. The sword was about to hit him when the emissary moved abruptly in an unexpected and illogical way, twisting his upper body clockwise while bending towards the right. As he did so, the sword passed right through the previous spot his upper body was located.

Arman was shocked at first but he followed up with a horizontal slash towards the emissary. As he did so, he noticed that at a point in time, a dark orb had taken form in front of the emissary's mouth, aimed at him. This resulted in a situation whereby if Arman continued with his follow-up attack, he would get hit by the orb. Considering that he was battling the emissary with his real body whereas his opponent was a projection, Arman went against the decision of going through with his attack and retreated at an incredible speed, narrowly dodging the mana orb that flew past his original spot. The orb flew forth with great speed and vigor, clashing into the current battlefield of the players and wiping out a lot of men from both sides.

"You really are a tough one." Arman appeared a few metres away from the emissary with a frown on his lips.

"And so are you." The emissary formed a smirk that was somehow visible underneath its hooded figure.

Arman faced the emissary in deep thought, trying to think of a way to bypass its defense and reaction. Placing his short sword in a horizontal position, he slid his left hand above the blade. As he did so, a rather translucent undulating cover appeared above the sword, coating it like paint on a wall.

"Abandoning your mage type fighting patterns in for close combat against me? Normally that would have been smart, but there's only one of you." The emissary raised his hands and fired a black ray at Arman.

Dodging the attack, Arman replied "Who said there is?"

As he finished, 4 other 'Arman' s appeared, all wielding a similar sword as the original Arman did. They were positioned at different spots, effectively surrounding the emissary.

"Void clones?" The emissary chuckled. "Enough play, its time to die."

The emissary then lifted up its right hand, as a spear formed from black flames slowly took form. As he took a stance, the Armans all rushed towards him, slashing their short swords at the same time with the intention of minimizing his movements and the available space he could use. Even though the emissary looked relax, he took this wave of attack seriously.

The attack of the Armans looked quite simple and really wasn't as flashy as the previous ones however, underestimating a Voidmancer is one of the worst things to ever do as they are well known for their silent but deadly kills.

Each Arman had hacked at a particular point with some even seeming as if they really weren't planning on attacking the emissary. From an outside view, it really looked like their swordmanship was really lousy but it was anything but that. The spots that some of them attacked were points that sealed off the emissary's escape route while the others all aimed for specific points that were either weak points or awkward positions for the emissary to block.

The sinuous coating that the Armans had applied on their short swords, was a special void coating that makes it difficult to truly discover the target of their strikes. The coating bent light at a specific angle in such a way that even though it might seem like the sword's tip would be pointing at a spot, it was actually a few angles away from what you would see.[1]

The coating also served to increase the penetration and slicing ability of their swords while at the same time, increasing its speed and decreasing its weight. In essence, even though it looked like a simple act of sliding his left hand over his blade, Arman had actually increased his fighting prowess.

"It would take a lot more than this to defeat me."

Lifting his flaming spear, the emissary swung it at high speed, at an amazing trajectory that managed to effectively block out the incoming attacks.

"One is only limited by the limits they set. If once doesn't work then another will." Even though his attack was blocked, Arman or rather the Armans weren't dazed nor surprised, as if expecting that to happen. They followed up with more synchronized attacks, continuously applying pressure to the emissary in a bid to find an opening.

The emissary on the other hand, entertained 'their' idea of a close combat match as he fought only using his flaming spear. Even at that, he still had a slight upper hand in the battle as it seemed that every move he made was done so in a relaxed manner.

The fight went on like this for awhile until the emissary got bored.

"Is this all you are worth? You disappoint me, Child of the Void."

He then dodged all the attacks that approached him and swiped his spear with the intention of killing the Armans.

""Hmph." 'They' smirked. "Took you long enough."

As 'they' concluded, their blades shimmered a bit before the space around them twisted a bit and formed a wave that spread for at least a radius of 30 metres before coming to a halt and forming a weird sphere with the Armans and the emissary stuck within it.

The space felt viscous and boggy, slowing down all the people within, including the Armans.

"The benevolent see benevolence and the wise see wisdom. Even till this point, you have fallen from grace proving you don't deserve salvation. Please die." Bishop Enzo appeared out of nowhere and pointed his crosier at the emissary boggled down in the sphere.

"[Grand Heavenly light]"

AN :

This chapter is quite short, I think... Sorry it's late. Next release is only one chapter.

[1] When you think the tip is pointing at your lungs, the coating had actually made it seem so when in actual reality, the sword tip is a few centimetres away.

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