I could work on sensing out the stronger ones first, then move to the weaker ones while sparring just one or two of them back. So that when they return to their colony, they would be telling the others about how I had defeated the strong ones without even trying. Because when you lose protection from someone, you would feel too vulnerable to proceed and would want to warn the others too. It was the strategy of the mind that I was going to play right now.
I needed to have the demon king believe that a major threat has returned to the Guardian Realm after Silence was gone, and that if he ever attempts a new trick, he is sure that his title as king will be replaced with that of a slave or a beggar. For someone as prideful as him, it was certain he would back away and stay locked out at his own realm.
This, was exactly what I needed now. I needed to stall them permanently before I think about heading back to their realm when I have the free time. Maybe... I would also like to return their defective weapons. But then, I had a much bigger plan in mind that I wanted to carry out in front of them.
Now was not the time to think about that, as I was directly above them with two swords at my hand and one of them using my life force for every time that I wielded it. I will be honest, with that stab on my hand, my obsidian one was almost loosening from my grip.
The reason I had chosen to give my right hand to Spectrum, was to be able to use my full strength on my left, which held the obsidian. Moreover, I had excruciating pain at my left hand, making it harder to let Spectrum take it. Its way of possessing my muscles and bones was a bit different, given that the curse is something I wasn't quite used to. This curse takes control of my body.
There was one more thing about Spectrum that one wielder could never overlook or be reckless about. The full possession and the time bomb scenario.
The full possession was its way of gaining control over the owner's body and turning the battlefield into whatever it wanted. Given that it is blood-thirsty, it could even end up killing its owner if it wasn't satisfied enough or if the battle took way too long and moved in a way that the sword had not wanted.
Because Spectrum is a bit arrogant and selfish, it only allows the owner to take a part of its time and once that is over, it would take control over the body and do whatever it wanted. I was lucky that although I had accidentally over took its time once or twice, it was merciful enough to not take my life. I still remember what it had told me... The words ring in my mind everytime I withdraw it.
[I understand that you are a beginner, that you don't know much about me... Once your third time is over, I will seriously think about killing you.]
As someone who woke up from the dead to try and survive one last time, this message did creep me to the top of my nerves. So I became more and more conscious about how much time I was using it without following its way of battle.
And that is also why... I was following its instructions to lead me forward and continue the battle. It wasn't wrong to be a serial killer in this battlefield, as long as I didn't force it out of its will. I will be as blood-thirsty as Spectrum is as long as I can do what I have in mind.
Whenever I think about Spectrum at my hands, there is only one thing that pops into my mind that might be keeping me sane until now. My father used to tell me that high risks always resulted in high results. And Spectrum did give me high results at the end of the day.
***
As I used my strength to leap, I managed to get a full aerial view of the entire hoarde below. The demons had really come prepared, but they were just not expecting a person to intervene. I know I could force them to fear me, but I didn't want to attempt that method this time.
Because fear doesn't last long enough to make them scammer away permanently. If I could though... I would have tried a newer method I had been using with the spirits at the forest that I had been residing in for the past two weeks since I had reawakened.
I landed on my feet, but along with me, I took down a demon wearing thick armor. My obvious way, was to slam the obsidian into his skull from the top. My position was a bit different from what it might seem. Because I liked starting off with a scene–typical me–I happened to be standing directly on top of the fallen body.
I instantly worked on pulling out my obsidian and swinging it between my fingers to clean the blade. But meanwhile, Spectrum echoed at my ears with a shout.
[Master! I wanted to take the first one down!]
I couldn't help but smile at first due to its childish behaviours on an intense battlefield of one versus twenty or so. Let's be realistic, no one can ever take down a hundred or a thousand at once. It is just... Nonsensical... Unless you have some sort of apprentice who helps besides you.
"Fine... Why not I take down one body and you take down ten. What about that pacing?" I asked while staring forward as the demons centered me with irritated faces.
[Now that's a deal!]
I sped forward and dove Spectrum into a demon's chest. Despite it being protected with metal, it had pierced directly into his organs and killed him. That was exactly how strong my Spectrum was. It could cut through fourty pounds of steel and still not have a huge damage. But of course, in return, I needed to feed it my blood to keep it from weakening.
I happened to not know how Spectrum had ended up in my inventory. Even Puppet didn't know how it had gotten there. But I guess thanks to it, I was able to survive and sustain no injury for the times that I had been wielding it.
"What's next Spectrum?" I asked as blood splashed onto my face, staining my skin with demonic fluid. Even until now, I still had no injuries, all thanks to Spectrum taking care of the hits that came my way.
As long as I am following its orders, it will protect me at all cost and never forget until I choose to turn my back at it. It was said that Spectrum had actually taken control over and killed its previous owners because they couldn't quite take care of its demands of a blood-bath. And it actually told me that it expected me to be better then them since I was a mass-murderer myself. I guess now... I can't walk the path of the pure as long as Spectrum was at my hand.
[Swerve right Master!]
I turned on my heels to my right, and just then, Spectrum blocked a heavy spear that was about to slam onto my back. The spear had left its owner's hands, and was mid-air when Spectrum forced me to slice through the wooden handle.
Thin splinters of wood landed on the ground, luckily none of them got me. I would hate having to deal with these little natural needles more then dealing with a stab to my hand. Splinters are more annoying then a literal sword going into your gut.
[Master... Up!]
I turned my head backwards and gazed at the sky where a few arrows were falling towards my direction. I know how some might say that there was no escaping during this type of situations, well... I am some sort of a battle freak and I love these scenarios. Raining bullets, raining arrows, raining spears...
And I also had my way of escaping without a single injury.
I didn't leap. Instead, I stepped back, making my trajectory a little off the centre and slid my shoes through the dirt, until they were dug into it. Once my heel was buried, I lifted my toe and hoped back. Then I pressed my shoes forward like I was accelerating a car, managing to uproot my heel back up and move back another massive pace without toppling. Besides, that heel mark will remind me of how their eyes move through out the battle.
Although it may seem like a very little width of a distance, since I took large strides, I got myself a clear specific distance away. And I had to honest with myself when I say that there are too many calculations to be done all at once. I was simply trying to locate myself a safe distance away from blades blades of the demons and the arrows. Well specifically... Here is the thing.
A few seconds prior to the target being taken down by the raining metals, the enemy would be clearing their lines and this act is something my brain would intercept as suspicious. And given that Spectrum was there to tell me about it too, I only needed to quickly move away.
If I only stepped back, then there was a chance I would have gotten hit by an arrow. If I stepped to the left, well... They are wielding with right hands so their trajectory is more likely to veer off to my left. The only safe option was one step back and two steps to the right.
The demons, will only fire all arrows in one specific area. Unlike humans to shower them down in a straight line in the air. From wherever they are standing, their eyes stay fixed at one point.
[For once though... I would like to brag about my current Master.]
Spectrum spoke into my ears that forced me to smirk. "Gee... Thanks... Although I was thinking you would have said it after the battle. But don't get me too elevated... I would completely forget my surroundings." I answered back while adjusting both my swords at my hands.
I turned a ninety degree while lifting both weapons above my head and dragging it down on one body, then slicing through two more. I wasn't worried about anything since Spectrum was doing the cleaning.
I really wanted to use the obsidian again, for slicing through flesh. Because just swinging it through a body had a satisfying sound that echoed like melody... Which Spectrum didn't. I couldn't quite explain how excited I was when I found my obsidian so beautifully tucked away at the corners of my inventory. It was left sparkling and polished by Puppet... But then... I didn't get to use it much...
Right now though... What really mattered was how far into the battlefield I had progressed. I was almost a slice away from the fat demons of the defenders' line and I was a bit too excited about it since the monster was still asleep thanks to my bullets.
And then... I remembered...
"Didn't I have two types of hunting bullets?! I had one precisely to kill these bastards! What?! How stupid was I to think that just now?!"
[Master?]
I was already frustrated over myself as I felt sweat settle onto my forehead. I zoned out into my mind at a bad timing. I may have Spectrum at my side... But I had overlooked one detail before the battle... That I had to forcefully let Spectrum fight for my life as I recalled what I had missed and what I had been planning on doing.
I went back to when I was just thinking to myself about the method I wanted to use. Turns out... At one point of the battle, I got too carried away to even notice how I hadn't gotten the things I had planned on doing right.
"Argh! I hate myself!" I shouted while thinking through the depths of my mind.
I dropped to my knees with the thoughts circulating in my brain. Because... I may also have messed up a bit with the time bomb scenario... And the whole plan.
My two hands gave out and I started clenching my hair with half of myself still possessed. I was stronger than this... Yes I know... However, I messed up something so crucial... My entire life and mind depended on it.
My biggest fear here... Was the fact that I may go as insane as I had in the time following my death. My fear was that I would lose to my internal conflicts again.
Then, I was interrupted.
I was surrounded and the leader who was leading the group, stepped forward to where I was. My hands had given out not so long ago, and as I felt my chin tilt backwards, I couldn't quite concentrate or grab onto either of the swords that were scattered at my knees.
I saw a dagger with its shiny edge lifted up onto the air and ready to strike out my left eye. I recalled the time when a demon had caused me to lose my sight in the same eye. I couldn't do much then accept my punishment.
I watched the blade plummet forward, and shut my eyes a short time away from impact.
But I was possessed by Spectrum...
A bunch of dark feathers were covering my that specific eye, I had my bandaged left hand grabbing the blade tightly. My presumed shut eyes were wide open and I was grinning as my other hand was holding the obsidian blade above to block another sword that came flying towards my throat.
"I think... I might be a huge fond of my wings from now on." I spoke to myself while slowly getting on my two feet, grabbing Spectrum from the ground with my left hand. The switch was a bit odd and painful... But I was too focused on the battle to care anymore.
The leader attempted again.
However, he only managed to collide with the metal tip of my wing, only scratching the edge of my forehead.
I frowned, as I used my wrist to wipe away the drooping blood as it slid down my chin. "This battle... Is just getting easier from here on..."