The Villain's Story Chapter 451  [451] Elijah Versus Alan

A grip like iron steel, crushing his skull with each passing second. The hard marble of the floor was also not very 'pleasant'.

"...How?!"

Elijah barely managed to utter as the pressure on his head increased, bit by bit and his scales shattered like glass, rendering the only defense he had useless.

"Did you seriously think poison would be enough..?"

Alan asked, genuinely confused. Elijah was a dragon as well for god's sake! He should know that the physique and constitution of a dragon is resistant to poisons!

He should know of it, yet he still dared to do it?

Actually, it was Alan that was wrong. That poison didn't cost a million points for nothing, it was potent enough to put a young dragon, such as himself to sleep however, prior to being hit Alan was covered in an aura of frost energy, adding to the frost mana already strengthening his body, the poison had simply froze before it could do any real damage. The best it managed to do was make Alan feel dizzy enough to fall down, which was a pathetic downgrade of it's original capabilities.

"Elijah."

Alan called out, wrapping his tail around Elijah's legs and covering the strange jewel on his chest with a layer of hardened ice. Elijah was currently trying to rid Alan's iron grip from his head using both of his arms, so Alan didn't need to worry about them right now, he kept his other hand on the tail, restricting it as well.

"Give up. Surrender."

He proposed, his grip getting tighter by the second, as if to urge Elijah to submit and accept defeat. Alan too, had seen Elijah's mories, and his cause for fighting. So he didn't want to kill Elijah. All his previous bloodthirst, whether it was caused by himself or another had gone and clarity had returned to his mind after the poison's lingering effects of drowsiness wore off.

"Tower, will I pass if he surrenders?"

Alan asked the tower, still keeping Elijah constrained.

They didn't have to wait long for the Tower's answer.

[Yes, if the other surrenders with no influence affecting them, and lose the will to fight completely, the other will proceed. It will be counted as a victory if the other is unable to fight as well.]

"Hear that?"

Alan looked Elijah straight in the eyes, Elijah's scarlet eyes and Alan's blue eyes contrasted one another quite well. One was like a river of blood and the other a cerulean sky.

"Surrender."

He urged, as mist escaped his mouth. Elijah was now at a loss for words...and movent.

He looked at Alan, with his head being crushed and said.

"You already...know what my answer is."

"..."

Alan sighed, and opened his mouth, intending to fire an ice breath in order to render Elijah unconscious. However.

Just at that precise mont, his body froze.

It was only for an instant, yet it felt like it was going on for an entire minute in Alan's mind. Questions arose.

'What?'

'How?'

'What trick is this?'

What was Elijah doing? All Alan knew was that a strange type of mana had invaded his body in but an instant, penetrating the magic defense of his scales and stopping his body. His grip on Elijah lessened and Elijah was able to break free in that ti.

He grabbed Alan's hand, the one that was grabbing his head and threw Alan to the side. Whilst Alan was in the air, he regained control of his body and could finally move but by then it was too late.

Elijah had equipped his sword, and used it's skill.

[Blade of Hell has been activated.] A crimson fla, which seed to not give light but take it erged and coated his sword. Alan, instinctively feeling that it was dangerous hurriedly covered the part of his body that was going to be struck with ice, which was his left hand.

However, his ice lted pitifully in front of the odd fire, and scorched his scales, skin, flesh and even bone.

But that was not the end of it.

[Tornt of Hellfire has been activated.]

Elijah, in an instant cut Alan four more tis, Alan retreated far away, his body covered in burns, and the thing was.

The flas did not go out, they remained and continued to spread.

"..!"

Imdiately, he tried to use his frost mana and tried extinguishing the flas, but it was all in vain.

Inputting a larger amount of his precious mana, he finally managed to do it but did not leave unscathed. His body was burned badly, and although it was healing he was pissed.

Incredibly angry, he had given Elijah a chance to surrender and this is what happened. Seems like he should have just finished the job without showing him so rcy.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a bright light and turned around, only to be engulfed in another dragon breath.

'This again?'

Wondered Alan, thinking why would Elijah use it one more, when he had already discovered that it was futile?

He extended his mana outwards, trying to see if Elijah would pull another trick, and detect him if it was the case. But nothing. Not even a large burst of mana, which would normally indicate him using ||DECIMATION||. 'What's he plann-'

All of a sudden, Alan discovered a glimpse of a large shadow coming from the flas, which had beco stationary. He got ready, thinking it was Elijah coming with another trick.

But what t his were the maws of a large beast, with terrifying canines that could shred steel and mince bones and flesh. They weren't canines of a normal beast...But those of a dragon.

Alan grabbed the ends of the teeth from the upper and lower jaw, and his feet skidded back.

"Hgh...!"

He was using everything to stop the advance of the Dragon, but a red light shone in it's throat.

'Another one!'

Alan hurriedly opened a portal beneath him and teleported far away, barely dodging the breath. He had sensed that this breath was different from the other ones.

Alan appeared from far away, and gazed at Elijah, now in his full Fire Dragon form.

'Yeah...he's a dragon all right.'

It left a bitter taste in his mouth, seeing Elijah able to access his dragon form easily without any trouble. It took Alan quite a while to do it...and this fucker was doing it easily.

'Damn the system and it's overpoweredness...'

The system was probably making it easier for him anyways...Alan thought, and readied his stance.

He would show Elijah, that his dragon form ant nothing. Alan would defeat him with just his draconian form. This was enough.

He took a stance, using his mana to heal his injuries and looked at the red dragon, charging at him with renewed vigor.

"Bring it on, bitch."

[Glacier has been activated.]

[Glacial Collapse is being activated.]

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A/N: Firstly, I apologize for the no uploads for a while. I was sick and exams were ongoing which made things tough. I hope you will forgive . Second of all, so detail's in case you forgot.

[Herufaia o Kiri Saku ha]

Type:Katana.

Rank:A

Description:

A blade ford in the deepest part of a deadly and active volcano.

Its very appearance strikes fear into its enemies, and its attacks bring Hell to them.

It is a blade to be used with caution, if your affinity with fire is insufficient, maybe it will be you that will see Hell.

Skills:

*Increased output of all Skills related to the elent of Fire whilst equipped.

*Increased ability to wield fire skills with greater ease.

*Increased resistance to Fire.

When a sufficient amount of mana has been applied, the Blade will ignite itself and be covered in The flas of Hell, hot enough to lt steel.

Be wary of this blade, the flas of hell are the friends of none.

When an opponent has been attacked by this blade when is activated, the flas of Hell will latch themselves upon the opponent, burning them to ash.

These flas burn intensely and are very hard to remove.

The most powerful skill of the blade.

Create a crack In space that unleashes a sea of fire, scorching your enemies alive and increasing their pain tenfold.

A large amount of mana is needed to use this skill.

Be wary, if you are unable to control the flas of hell.

They will consider you a foe as well.]