"Alright. I trust you." Varian said. His tone was certain and determined.
"Fufufu. Even though my calculation went off a few times, I am working on fixing the bugs. Don't worry about this one, I checked it multiple times." The ghost stroked its 'chin' and imitated an expert's profound expression.
The red and green lights went off and Varian felt strength filling every inch of his body.
The weight attached to his body disappeared without a trace. His vision turned 'normal' and he punched into the air.
Boom!
The air compressed and exploded.
"Yes!" Varian cheered.
"Come inside." The spaceship's entrance slid open and Varian jumped in.
He gaped and stuttered, "W-what the hell?"
He was in a large, large hall. It was definitely wider than the plain enclosed by the mountains. He glanced up and saw the ceiling high above.
"This is space expansion. An advanced technique. But that's not the point." The ghost appeared in front of him and said.
At the close distance, Varian could see it was barely reaching his waist.
"You'll fight in here." It said seriously.
"Why?"
"Because…" It drew a long pause and pointed to two sides. "Those things are the formations."
Varian saw two large glass containers in the distance.
The one on the left was a bright plant covered in purple liquid. The glass container, or whatever metal it was, was engraved in dense and intricate runes.
However, the light flickered and continued to dim.
On the other hand, on his right, was a strange red metal that floated in a white mist. The glass container, too, was filled with engravings.
"I can't move them anywhere." The ghost said and observed his frown, "I know it's danger to fight here, but if you fight outside, these formations wouldn't be remain for more than a few seconds."
"…" Varian looked at the ghost's helpless smile and asked, "What if they destroy the formations?"
"Then they are gone." The ghost replied curtly. "It's been so long, their defense had deteriorated. But don't worry, they won't be damaged by the aftermaths of Level 4s fight."
"If they could last at least one minute outside, I would have not asked for this." It shook its head.
Varian nodded in understanding.
"One last thing, the undead formation. It can only last for 5 minutes at most. You can fight for 30 minutes, but the usage time is only 5 minutes, got it?"
Varian glanced at it and sighed again.
Then a thought struck him, and he asked hurriedly.
"Aren't ships like this supposed to have inheritance of a great master? What about the inheritance of your master?" Varian paused, eagerly gazing into the ghost's eyes.
Realizing it wasn't convinced, he continued.
"Give me an expensive elixir or something. I can easily defeat the Abyssals. You also seemed to be damaged. I can help you find the materials you want."
"Um," the ghost scratched its chin and replied, "There is indeed an inheritance. But no elixirs."
Varian was disappointed, and it showed on his face.
"But no worries!" The ghost said in a reassuring tone. "It's an awesome inheritance. Your enemies will never dare to attack you."
Varian smiled.
It must be awesome indeed. If he could deter his enemies, he could easily win the fights.
"But it needs some preparation time." The ghost's voice trailed off.
Now it seemed incredibly cute to Varian.
He smiled at it and said. "I can win this fight. When are they com—?"
Boom!
Crack!
The plain shook, and Varian turned around to see a large space crack in front of the ship.
A space ship similar to the one he was on, but much smaller landed.
The top lifted off and a burly figure stepped out from it.
Step.
Step.
He was eight meters tall. His ripped body intimidating and with each step he took, the plain shook.
The Abyssal spotted the spaceship, then gazed into Varian's eyes.
Varian felt his heart pound. His back was already drenched.
Was this really only a clone and not the real abyss king instead?
It was as if his lungs forgot to breathe in and he gasped.
"Just let him enter." The ghost's voice said while binary digits flashed on its eyes. "Level 6 peak. Hum. He'll be stronger than a peak Level 4, but weaker than a Level 5. You can handle him, right?"
Varian took a deep breath and clenched his fist. "I will win."
The door to the ghost ship descended and the clone looked at the entrance in confusion.
Its programme was to bring back the remains of the ancestor last light. It must be in this enemy space ship.
So he tapped the ground, and his body blurred.
Boom!
Boom!
The wind exploded and a shock wave spread in all directions as his speed caused a havoc.
He entered the spaceship in the blink of an eye.
"Now!"
Varian dashed at him without hesitation as he channeled the three powers.
The clone frowned at him, eyes still soulless, but somehow discerning.
He raised his hand to swat away the Level 4 bug.
But before he could do so, a red light descended on him and he flinched for a moment.
"..gh"
Varian barely heard a groan, and he punched at the clone.
The Abyssal clone, which adapted already, assumed an offensive posture and returned his punch.
Boom!
Crack!
"..ck!" Every bone in his arm fell apart as Varian realized something.
Abyssals were much stronger than magic beasts of the same level. Even beyond that, Varian's gut told him the one in front him, even if he was just a clone, was a master.
"That is Demon King's clone. Be careful."
Varian didn't reply and dashed back to the clone.
The green light sprinkled on his hand, and in an instant, he was healed back.
At the same time, a notification went off in his head.
[Morpher Path Level 0: 10/30]
Zap!
Zap!
Two huge lightning bolts shot at the demon king's clone.
As he was about to move to dodge, the space solidified around his body.
Creak!
He broke the solid space in no time but the space binding repeated itself.
Creak!
Finally, the lightning bolts landed on him.
Boom!
Zap!
"Grah!" The clone yelled in rage.
Varian's lightning was only able to give him minor injuries. But what could he expect from a Level 3 lightning?
He only intended it to stall him in the first place. It accomplished its job wonderfully.
As the clone put down its bleeding arms, Varian appeared.
The space around its legs solidified, a fist glowing in dense lightning shot at his face.
Boom!
Varian's hand broke from the impact, and the clone was blown away coughing out blood.
His hand healed in an instant, and Varian shot at it with enthusiasm.
[Morpher Path Level 0: 20/30]
*** *** ***
Demon King woke up and was going through the reports of the Demon Abyss. Even though he was weakened due to the creation of a clone, he didn't regret it.
'I can atone for my sin of letting the holy altar be destroyed.' He thought of it the eleven thousand nine hundredth time.
"Your majesty… bad news!" The old archduke rushed into the room.
"Broth.. Archduke, what happened?" The Demon King composed himself on his throne and asked.
"The mission… the mission."
"What happened to the mission?! It failed?" The Demon King appeared in front of the archduke and shook his shoulders.
He trembled in tension as his voice quivered.
"No." The Old Archduke closed his eyes and said in a hateful voice. "Other leaders didn't keep their promise. They used one spaceship and sent their clones too."
"Dammit bastards!" The Demon King was furious.
*** *** ***
Boom!
Crack!
Varian punched down the Demon King's clone as it collapsed on the body.
He underestimated the effect of Undead formation. Varian fought without restraint and soon brought down the demon king's clone.
As he raised his fist for a finishing strike, the ghost yelled.
"Ah! More! There are more!"
Da!
Da!
Da!
The space cracked open and seven figures stormed into the spaceship.
Varian's heart dropped.