The Crimson Eidolon shot up into the sky without anyone noticing. The area Thalion had teleported to was, despite the palace nearby, completely devoid of life. From his vantage point, Thalion could see an elven and a human group fighting over one of the palaces. There were no coats of arms or any signs that they belonged to a Chosen — which was good. Thalion really didn’t want to encounter another Chosen until he was ready. At the mont, he simply wasn’t strong enough. He needed to grow as much as possible with every single stage.
It almost felt like ti had already run out.
Thalion turned his gaze toward the other palace and saw two groups of orcs fighting each other. The decision was easy. He would go and kill the elves and the humans first before visiting the orcs. Once both palaces were cleared, he could begin looting. He also didn’t know how much ti he had left until the day ended. Better to get moving.
Thalion shot toward the elven group with anger and newfound conviction. This system event was all or nothing. That had always been the case, but he hadn’t realized how vast the gap in power between him and the Chosen truly was.
The elves didn’t see him coming. Thalion stopped his dive behind and about ten ters above them, his claws elongating. He had already activated Claw of the Blooded Templar, and when the power within them reached a crescendo, he swung forward — unleashing ten deadly arcs toward the elven backline. The ground was torn apart, and so were the elves.
“What?! Quick, behind us!” shouted the leader, who was locked in combat with a human at the front, pointing directly at Thalion.
It was a bit over the top since now everyone knew he was there. Not that it helped much — Thalion dove underground, disappearing in an instant. He had morized the positions of the elves and could feel their blood, allowing him to pinpoint their locations. They, on the other hand, seed unable to sense him below the surface. The red thread connecting him to his real body should also be hidden within the mountain. From their vantage point, spotting the Crimson Eidolon or his true body would be impossible.
Thalion, however, could now feel the curse taking hold in the elves who had survived his opening strike. Claw of the Blooded Templar was a massive power-up. It couldn’t replace his sword, even if the slash ability was just as strong, the sword had channeled power through its crystal and offered much greater utility, especially in blocking spells.
Thalion still rembered how he had fought Sylas after the betrayal and how he had dominated the mage by blocking his spells while refreshing his own resources. Ah, the good old days. What he wouldn’t give if his only enemies now were Kael, Kai, and Sylas. He would even fight all three at once without a weapon, not that he had one anymore.
Thalion waited until the healers revealed themselves, tending to the cursed survivors. Small groups ford, likely spreading out in different directions, waiting for him to reappear and reappear he did.
Thalion erupted from the ground right behind the largest group, unleashing a screech that killed most elves in one go. Next, he fired two jet streams of fla at another elven group and one human. The two sides seed to have temporarily joined forces to fight him, which was fine. He could deal with them together.
The twin streams of fire widened but didn’t lose any strength. The dark flas, empowered by his bloodline, were no joke. Only one elven mage made the mistake of trying to block them with a mana shield. A few humans were hit by the flas, while most of the elven group was burned to ash.
Eight elves remained, plus six who were still infected by the curse.
At the mont, Thalion didn’t make much use of the curse — a massive undead horde wouldn’t help him right now, and the enemy might even find a way to counter it. That would only make things worse. No, until a huge army of blood thralls was truly worth it, he would rather consu them. He needed to refill his blood reserves anyway.
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Most of those left held lee weapons and seed unwilling to abandon the palace. A wide arc of mana slashed through the Crimson Eidolon, cutting it in half. Of course, that ant very little to Thalion. He quickly reford and stretched out both hands toward the last fighters, activating Sacrant of the Blooded Templar.
It was very similar to Blood Harvest and he still felt the resistance of his targets as he overpowered them to drain their blood. But with Sacrant of the Blooded Templar, that resistance felt like a minor inconvenience.
Draining all the remaining fighters and killing them still took a toll on Thalion and the Sanguis Impera, and two elves with long blue hair even managed to resist enough that only a faint bloody mist rose from their skin along with a few drops from their eyes, noses, and ears.
Their faces were twisted as if they were in great pain. Still, they managed to swing, holding their weapons high and glaring at Thalion with a victorious expression, which was a grave mistake. The mont their eyes t his, he struck both with a crimson gaze. Monts later, all were dead, their items stored neatly in his spatial amulet. Funnily enough, he could store items or bodies he touched, with the Crimson Eidolon.
There was also one thing he hadn’t used before, which turned out to be very useful. Through the link between him and the Eidolon, he could transfer all the blood directly to his real body and to the Sanguis Impera, which stored it.d
With all items and blood claid, Thalion shot in a straight line toward the palace occupied by the orcs. The two orc parties had already finished fighting, with only a few survivors left. Thalion finished them off instantly with a few swipes of his new claws, taking all their belongings and blood.
So far, so good. Now he just needed to claim the palace treasury.
It was perfect. Two palaces to loot was more than anyone could ask for. Thalion streaked toward the palace the orcs had held, a trail of red light following him. The sky was already dimming, aning night wasn’t far off, so he had to hurry.
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