Nameless King

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The dark sword plunged into Death Phantom, leaving dozens of cuts on his body, from which drops of white blood flowed. Death Phantom tried to defend himself, but Wain was too fast for the Phantom to counterattack as his attacks were too powerful for the Phantom to risk missing full damage.

In dozens of attacks, Wain had not yet gotten past Death Phantom's defenses, as the ghost always blocked his lunges, but that didn't stop him from reaching his enemy with the tip of his sword.

'Fine, just a little longer and he'll be finished. If you don't use the energy he can't really do anything, though I'm starting to get tired.' Wain wondered as his foot touched the ground.

He turned sharply and kicked Death Phantom right in the chest. The monster didn't expect Wain to suddenly decide to attack with his foot, so Wain hit the exact target. The impact threw Death Phantom back several meters as two dark lines mixed with white blood from the ghost's feet were left on the ground.

'Well, it's time to end it, judging by his condition, he won't be able to stand against me.' Wain uttered to himself as his eyes became as cold as ancient glaciers.

Whoooooooooooosh.

He appeared before the ghost, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, intent on stabbing his enemy.

Roooooooooooaaaaaaaaarrrrrr!!!

Suddenly Death Phantom roared furiously as his voice spread like thunderclaps hundreds of meters around, shaking the space. The monsters in the forest fled in fear as goosebumps appeared in almost everyone who watched the battle. However, Wain's face did not change at all, only his eyes were filled with pity as he understood the true nature of this roar.

'It's not a furious roar at all, it's a cry of despair. Well, no matter how hard you try, it can't change my mind. Wain said to himself before thrusting his sword straight into Death Phantom.

A stream of white blood immediately poured from the ghastly phantom's mouth as he tried to attack Wain with a slash, but he had no strength left at all. Death Phantom's white eyes slowly faded until his grip loosened and the scythe fell to the ground, jamming the point into the stone floor.

Gradually Death Phantom's body began to spread like spilled ink until it was completely gone. All that was left of the scythe was a red ruby that shattered into a multitude of tiny particles. They turned into energy and were carried away by a random wind current.

'Wain... My energy has run out. It's up to you from here on.' Gladius said as his aura began to weaken rapidly.

The veins in Wain's forehead returned to normal as well as his tense muscles. He nodded slightly and muttered, "Sure, you've done a great job, we're nearing the end, so the seventh's help will be more than enough."

"What...? He was able to handle it...?" Alia muttered while in disbelief as she touched her lips.

"Sure. Don't forget that these artifacts are just a prelude to the main trump card that this guy is hiding. He's good at it because Wain has spent quite a bit of energy already." Gael said with a serious look, "What's more, he needs to destroy two more, last artifacts before their fight comes to a close."

"Yeah... Gael's right. Maybe Wain handled this ghost with ease, but he used one of his skills or something to do it. His aura has become weaker, though he tries to hide it carefully." Alucard said with an excited smile on his face while

Step. Step. Step.

Wain slowly headed toward Virion until he stopped and pointed his sword at him, "Go. We both know what's about to happen, so there's no point in delaying this moment."Thᴇ link to the origin of this information rᴇsts in Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

Virion stared at Wain for a while, then sighed slightly and said, "Well, you're right. Other than those two artifacts I have nothing else. Judging by your look you're confident of your victory, but I want you to remember that well because then I'll kill you and take your power!"

​ Whooooooooooooooosh.

Two artifacts appeared before Virion. The first was a silver cross with various runes on it, the second was a miniature statuette of a scarlet staff with an azure sphere on the end.

'Hmm? Some kind of magical artifact?' Wain inwardly muttered while in confusion. He didn't want to get any closer, though he probably could have interfered with Virion, but it was too dangerous, he just couldn't take that risk.

Virion stepped toward the silver cross and sliced his palm with the lightning blade as a few drops of blood fell on the artifact. At the same moment, the runes on the cross glowed brightly and space trembled.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

A massive purple magic circle appeared in front of the cross. It rotated rapidly until it disappeared as the magic circle was replaced by a massive wooden coffin.

'What the hell...? Has he decided to summon a vampire? Is he really willing to do something like that in front of Alucard?' Wain wondered while in disbelief as he tilted his head.

"Agh!" Virion's face distorted in pain as streams of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Activating this artifact was difficult to even for him as he received a serious recoil.

'Wain... It's not a vampire... Fuck! Get ready for a deadly fight. Don't worry about Virion, he is completely useless right now as he has spent almost all his energy, just try to get as few wounds as possible!' Abyss Artist exclaimed with a worried expression.

Wain nodded as he jumped back and prepared to fight with his sword out in front of him.

Whoooooooooooosh.

The symbol for the book flashed brightly on the coffin as its lid opened, falling slowly to the ground in a cloud of dust. Then, a silhouette emerged from the coffin, it was a man with shoulder-length white hair, empty eyes, and dry skin as he had long since died. The man wore a long purple robe as if he were a supreme wizard.