Drift Of The Multiverse: [Marvel] [Resident Evil] [DC] [Bleach] [DB] Chapter 74

Wilson, no longer able to control his emotions, locked his gaze on Ethan. His eyes, radiating an eerie, malevolent light, seed as though they could pierce through the young man entirely.

"An old relic hiding on a deserted island, thinking they can do whatever they please after gaining a shred of power—your ignorance knows no bounds."

Ethan was already preparing for his next attack, his stance steady and ready.

What surprised him, however, was that Wilson, now visibly unhinged, didn't charge at him directly. Instead, he grabbed the magic stone suspended in midair with one hand, his glare burning with fury as he spoke in an icy tone.

"Young man, you've truly angered , and you'll pay dearly for it!"

Wilson clutched the magic stone in both hands and pressed it firmly against his chest.

"Let show you the true extent of my power! You will experience horrors beyond imagination!"

The death energy that lingered in the air suddenly surged, growing more violent. The energy fluctuations weren't confined to the cave; the entire island trembled slightly under the sheer force, sending faint quakes through the ground.

Ethan's imdiate worry was that Wilson might completely lose control and destroy the island. Even though Ethan had ways to protect himself, getting out from underground would be a far more difficult ordeal and there was always the chance of being buried alive.

Fortunately, while the tremors were intense, they didn't seem strong enough to collapse the island. Instead, strange energy waves began to ripple through the ground, as though sothing beneath the surface was converging toward Wilson.

"Behold my mighty and terrible power!" Wilson roared.

Almost imdiately, pieces of white bone began to erge from the ground beneath Wilson's feet. The bones coiled upward, climbing his body like a semi-solid liquid, their shape constantly shifting as they ford. Gradually, they solidified into an armor of bone that radiated an eerie pale light.

"This… the magic stone can be used like this?"

The death-attribute magic stone was now embedded in the center of the bone armor, its steady energy fluctuations clearly marking it as the armor's core.

Ethan could sense the powerful magical energy radiating from the armor. It was clear this wasn't just defensive, it was likely equipped with other abilities as well.

"This just got a lot more complicated."

Ethan glanced toward Helena and the others. The rapidly escalating situation had left the won visibly shaken. The sheer intensity of everything happening today was far beyond anything they'd experienced in years, leaving them unsure how to respond.

Helena, to her credit, maintained her composure. When Ethan looked at her, she gave him a questioning look that seed to ask: Do we retreat?

By comparison, her two subordinates were utterly dazed, standing there as though questioning whether they were trapped in so surreal nightmare.

"Get behind ," Ethan ordered. "Don't stand near the entrance, make sure no enemies can sneak up on us."

Adjusting his position slightly, Ethan moved to give the won space to gather with their backs to the wall, creating a defensive formation.

"I can fight too," Helena declared.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she stepped forward, her composure restored. Instead of hiding behind Ethan, she stood shoulder to shoulder with him, gripping her dual blades tightly.

"Do whatever you want," Ethan replied.

Though he hadn't known Helena for long, Ethan had already noticed her determination to prove herself equal to any man. It seed to stem from sothing in her past that made her particularly sensitive to such matters. Now wasn't the ti to dissect her psychology, though, and Ethan wasn't about to waste energy trying to convince her to stay back.

What he wouldn't do, however, was give Wilson ti to fully prepare. He'd been watching closely, waiting for a mont when Wilson's guard might be down, an opening where the undead figure couldn't freely advance or retreat.

"It's now or never!"

Through his magic perception, Ethan could tell that Wilson's bone armor wasn't yet fully operational. It required further magical coordination to stabilize, just like how a machine needs ti for calibration before it can function at full capacity.

As a mage, Ethan knew how troubleso such coordination could be. Even seasoned magicians often needed extended practice to master such techniques. For soone like Wilson, who was relying entirely on the magic stone for this power, the process would undoubtedly take even longer.

Seizing the opportunity, Ethan launched his attack without warning. His right wristband still had three fireballs stored in it, and he unleashed them all at once, expending the stored magic in an instant.

The rapid explosions filled the cave with deafening roars and bright flas, scattering the death energy surrounding Wilson and forming a wall of fire between them. The flas also served to blind Wilson temporarily, obscuring his vision.

Taking advantage of the cover, Ethan closed the distance in a flash, pulling the Remington shotgun from his back.

In close-range combat, the Remington, known as the "sprayer" during his gaming days was the ideal weapon. Ethan had also modified the ammunition, ensuring it packed an additional punch. Without giving Wilson any chance to react, Ethan fired a shot loaded with ice energy. The freezing blast struck hard, leaving a thin layer of frost on the pale bone armor.

The next round in the chamber was infused with fla energy. The rapid alternation between cold and heat proved too much for the bone armor's magical defenses. Cracks began to spread across its surface, accompanied by faint cracking sounds.

"Damn it!" Wilson snarled.

Realizing the situation was quickly turning against him, Wilson tried to retaliate. However, the streams of bone erging from the ground were still integrating with his armor, leaving him unable to move freely. He could do nothing but watch as Ethan calmly returned the shotgun to his back and pulled out another weapon—a simple iron rod.

"Get away from !" Wilson roared, desperation creeping into his voice.

Panicking, Wilson funneled the energy within the magic stone embedded in his chest. A concentrated beam of death energy surged forth, aid directly at Ethan.

"Not good!"

Ethan's sharp reflexes, honed by his ntal focus, allowed him to react almost instantly. Ti seed to slow as he registered the beam's approach. Just before it could hit, he shifted his stance, abandoning his attack and narrowly dodging the death ray with a swift roll to the side.

However, the iron rod in his hand wasn't so lucky. The edge of the beam clipped it, and by the ti Ethan had tumbled to safety, he realized half the rod had been disintegrated.

"Pity..."

After spending so much ti with it, the lightning iron rod, his first true magic weapon was now on the verge of destruction.

The black-gray energy spreading from the broken section was steadily eroding what remained of the iron rod. It was clear that it wouldn't be long before the weapon completely disappeared from existence.

"What a pity… I didn't even get the chance to give it a na."

Ethan placed the rod on the ground. Though he felt regret, he wasn't particularly distressed. Life was about moving forward, after all. The iron rod was never a particularly good magical tool, it was rely crafted from the remains of a warhamr. As his strength and crafting skills improved, it would have eventually beco nothing more than a useless keepsake.

"Perhaps, being destroyed in battle is the perfect end for a weapon," Ethan mused. Straightening his posture, he looked at Wilson, who had gradually regained his mobility. "Especially in a fight where we're destined to win."

By now, Wilson was encased in his pale white bone armor, its thick, full-body design making him appear imposing. The death stone embedded in his chest emitted a steady pulse of energy, and streams of magic flowed visibly across the armor's surface.

Ethan didn't just feel the magical energy, he could clearly see it. The streams of energy ford a tightly fitted magical barrier over the armor. To harm Wilson or the person protected within, Ethan would first have to shatter the barrier and then penetrate the armor beneath. This layered protection made Wilson's defenses formidable.

"Now, it's ti for my show," Wilson declared, his tone dripping with arrogance. His earlier confidence had returned as he gazed down at Ethan like an insect.

"Of course," Wilson added with an air of mockery, "I'll give you one last chance. Surrender to , and as a reward, I'll grant you immortality."

Ethan's lips curled in disdain. This type of villain always followed the sa pattern. "And what if I refuse?"

"Refuse?" Wilson sneered, his voice carrying a cruel edge. "Then your body will beco the lowest form of undead, and your soul… your soul will beco fuel for my power."

"Figures," Ethan muttered, unimpressed. "Nothing original there."

He raised his longsword and retrieved the Book of Inheritance from its case on his back. As the book floated in the air before him, it imdiately drew the attention of everyone present. Even Wilson, who had never seen a book embedded with magical stones, couldn't hide his curiosity. He stared at it, completely unsure of its purpose.

Ethan, the book's wielder, had no intention of explaining its function. He wasn't interested in wasting ti with long-winded explanations or dramatic proclamations. Instead, he channeled his spiritual energy into the Book of Inheritance. The ancient to opened before him, revealing the knowledge he sought.

"I hope this works smoothly," Ethan muttered under his breath.

After quickly scanning the information the book presented, Ethan confird his plan. The pages of the Book of Inheritance turned blank again, but instead of closing it, Ethan began channeling his spiritual energy to inscribe a magic circle directly onto the blank pages.

The process flowed effortlessly: the circle was drawn, infused with magic, activated, and enchanted.

With the sequence complete, the longsword in Ethan's hand began to radiate a brilliant, yet gentle, golden light. The sword, once ordinary, now pulsed with imnse power.

"Hah, my luck really is pretty good!" Ethan exclaid, his tone carrying a rare note of satisfaction. He stowed the Book of Inheritance, which had drained a significant amount of his mana, and raised the glowing sword high above his head.

"Take this!" he shouted, the blade gleaming with golden light.

"Excaliburrrrrr!!!!"

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