The blade on the ground suddenly popped out a grotesque eye. It looked around and locked its gaze on Silva.
When Silva saw the eye, he recalled what Quinn had told him. There was no doubt in his mind that this sword was similar to the one Quinn had seen. freewёbnoνel.com
It couldn’t be a coincidence that just some time after Quinn told Silva about the eye sword, he suddenly saw an eye sword himself.
The sword released wet, tentacle-like limbs that stuck into the arm that was cut off, and then the arm began pulsing and changing.
It looked like the birth of an abomination, but Silva could tell that it wasn’t. This was something different. The sword was increasing the mass of the arm and forcefully creating a humanoid shape.
The shape looked like a pile of flesh and was disgusting to look at. It had a purple pulse flowing through the meat, adding to the grotesque sight.
“Where the hell did this asshole find this sword?” Silva asked as he stood on guard, shifting away from the unconscious king.
The king had passed out as soon as the sword was disconnected from him. It had eaten a huge chunk of the man’s vitality and intelligence, almost rendering the king a retard.
Silva decided to attack the creature before it fully formed. He dashed at it with his sword ready to slash, but as he went in for the strike, the creature used its arm to swing the eyed sword and block the attack.
Their attacks easily canceled each other out, neither stronger than the other.
Silva took a step back and then used Flash Step, getting behind the creature and going in for a stab. But a thick piece of bone shot out of the creature’s back at Silva.
Silva deflected it, but that gave the creature enough time to slash with the sword. The eye locked on Silva as it moved.
Silva parried the attack, but tentacles shot out of the sword and latched onto his weapon, pulling him in. Silva dug his feet into the ground and pulled back.
It became a tug of war, and the creature was not ready to lose. Neither was Silva. His blade became engulfed with abyss flames, burning the tentacles away.
The creature let out a loud screech from a mouth that was nowhere to be found.
Now that Silva had caused damage, he had enough time to go in for a combo. He used Flash Step to move faster and started tearing into the creature with one slash after another.
The strength of this creature was far weaker than when the king was using it. It was probably only in the hundred thousands. Read latest stories on
This meant the creature worked well only in a parasitic way, consuming its enemy and taking over their body.
When it took over a body, it became a lot stronger. This made the sword a real threat because if it managed to take control of a hero or a demon king, it would spell havoc.
Silva guessed that the reason it was much weaker now was the fact that it only had a hand to use and limited resources, restricting what it could do.
But still, it was a reasonable threat. Silva wanted to capture the sword and research it. He wanted to know the origins of this creation.
After landing his combo, Silva took a step back and looked at the messed-up mass of flesh on the ground. Even though he had cut it up so much, he had a feeling it wasn’t dead.
And it wasn’t dead. The flesh reconstructed and refined into its grotesque shape and form. It immediately attacked Silva after it was reformed.
Silva blocked the attack and pushed the creature back before firing a flame arc that tore it in half. But it started rebuilding soon after.
As Silva looked at this, he realized something. Back when he was fighting Ezra, the King of Aragon, the sword had tried to pull Ezra away and help him escape.
It prioritized its life over a fight. But now, it was coming back repeatedly, only to get slashed again. There had to be a reason.
Silva threw the question into the court of his minds to have a discussion about it.
“It’s a parasite. It needs a living, breathing being to latch onto to survive,” one mind stated.
“Yup, that makes sense. With Silva here, it is unable to get a new body. It knows that even if it tried to run, Silva would give chase and cut it down,” another mind explained.
“Yes, so it’s giving its all at this point to take down Silva, or at least hold him off long enough to enter the body of the king again,” another mind said.
Mind Two took all the responses and brought a conclusive result from the discussion.
“It means that our enemy here has a time limit that is fast running out, and it is trying to get into a body,” Mind Two concluded.
“Is that so? Then what about a plan to suppress the creature? I think we can trap it inside the body of a clone.
I can make the clone look weak and vulnerable during the fight, and it will mistakenly grab hold of the sword, allowing the creature to latch onto the clone.
But with eleven minds of massive intelligence, the clone will definitely be able to take control of the sword,” the OG mind said.
The minds agreed on that, and so the plan was a go. Because of Silva’s high level of intelligence, this whole discussion had happened in two seconds—before the creature even finished regenerating.
Immediately after it regenerated, Silva made a clone. The clone charged at the creature and fought in a sloppy manner with a basic sword.
And just as predicted, the creature was not all that smart. It saw the clone as a prime target, and the clone also tried to grab the sword. Thus, both met.
The clone held the sword, and the creature tried to take over the mind of the clone.