Reborn Soul Master: The Rogue's Counterattack

"What should I do?" The opponent is an immortal. He has an immortal body. Is that all? He has this strange ability to cast powerful magic just by moving the void with his fingers.

What if you attack the undead at close range? Just swing the dagger at Grasha.

"Do you think I can't use my abilities in close combat?" Grasha asked in a gentle voice while dodging the attacks gracefully.

"What else?" Although the movements were quite fast, brandishing the dagger, it was impossible to wipe away the calmness on Grasha's face.

Whoosh - Taking advantage of the temporary pause in the attack, Grasha drew something in the air.

Crack! At the same time, the ground rose up, separating Cardin and Grasha.

"Mr. Chick." Cardin immediately activated his magic and summoned Chick again.

"I understand!" Then, as if he had been waiting for this moment, Chick led the Death Knights to charge towards Grasha.

"I thought you were already an 8-star necromancer. I was looking forward to it, but it seems you're not that powerful?"

Whoosh! Boom! The Death Knights' attacks just cut through the air in vain.

Swish. Even with the close cooperation of the Death Knights who were also from the Knight Order, Glasha dodged the attacks easily and gracefully like a ballet dancer.

"Even without the mask, he is definitely of the highest level." If Grasha was just a high-level demon, Dullahan and the Death Knights would be able to deal with him.

After Cardan became an 8th star, his undead army became stronger, but he didn't expect to be defeated so easily.

"Maybe similar to Seriban?" Not long ago, Seriban led tens of thousands of demons to attack the western defense and eventually killed Chick Grimwald.

Cardan thought that this Grasha might be a demon of the same level as Serriban, and smiled.

"Yes. Only in this way can you qualify for the test." Cardin smiled, but Grasha tilted his head in confusion.

"This situation is neither funny nor interesting, is it?"

"Is that because you're not immortal? No matter what attacks you get."

"So what?"

"That's great." Grasha didn't seem to understand what Cardin said and smiled contemptuously.

Just then, Cardin activated his magic power and a bloody aura began to flicker around him.

Then, suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky.

“Hmm?” But this wasn’t ordinary rain. A thick and slimy liquid. Somehow, it felt a bit like the smell of blood.

"This is blood..." The rain falling from the sky was not water, but blood.

"You're a necromancer who specializes in blood magic. You're a strange one. You usually only train in undead and bone magic."

Crash. Glasha stretched out his hand, caught the blood rain, and continued.

"Bloody rain. So romantic. So beautiful." He seemed to be enjoying the bloody rain.

"Many artists like rain. It often brings inspiration." Finally, a smile appeared on his face, and his fingers were filled with crimson breath.

Whoosh-whoosh. Grasha began to draw something in the air.

Boom. Snap! The moment he lowered his hand, lightning struck Cardin.

"Damn it." Fortunately, Cardin used the ring containing teleportation magic to move to the back and avoid the lightning.

Chi... Smoke rose from where the lightning struck.

"What an annoying ability." Cardin held out his hand, and blood droplets began to gather around him, and soon began to spin rapidly.

"I didn't know you were a vampire. You can actually use blood magic to this degree."

Gurgle! The blood drops gathered together and gradually grew larger, and soon formed a huge whirlwind.

"It's not hard to use this kind of magic. It's really different to be an 8-star." Cardin smiled with satisfaction, slowly moved his hand, and pointed at Grasha.

Then, the blood-red storm attacked Grasha fiercely.

"Blood Storm. You have given me a lot of inspiration. How about it? Stay with me forever."

"I don't really like this proposal." After Cardin refused, Grasha nodded calmly, trying to avoid the bloody storm.

"Hmm?" But it was strange. Unlike before, my body felt heavier. It was like there were heavy balls tied to my body.

Not only that. I felt weak and for some reason I became depressed. The more I tried to move my body, the more I felt my strength draining away.

"Curse...right."

"The curse of an 8-star necromancer should not be underestimated. The curse alone can kill the enemy."

"Unfortunately, I am immortal."

"Luckily the curse seems to be working." Glasha was calm, but as Cardan said, even the immortal body could not avoid the curse.

The glowing skin turned pale, and dark shadows began to appear on the white face. The blue eyes that were once so clear that you couldn't believe they were demons became bloodshot, and the nose began to bleed.

"Luna. Are you still not okay?" Cardin looked at Grasha, who was cursed and unable to move normally, and immediately sent a telepathic message to Luna.

-Oops! I don't know! I can't find the Orb of Life no matter how hard I look. Luna's voice came immediately.

-I'm looking everywhere in the Lord's City, but there are only strange statues and paintings.

Hearing Luna's next words, Cardin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Luna. Smash the statues and paintings."

-What? Why do you do such a useless thing?

"It's in there. That guy's life orb."

-Well, it's not very clear, but I know. After Luna answered, her voice could no longer be heard, and Cardin smiled and stretched out his hand in the air.

Click!

The moment he activated his magic, he summoned a huge Bloody Death behind him. The Bloody Death was also different from before.

From the shape of the sickle he holds to the shape of the robe he wears, everything becomes more concrete.

"The Bloody Grim Reaper. The incarnation of death. This is the first time I've seen something like this. Ah... so beautiful." Grasha, whose body was torn apart in the bloody storm, had a dazed expression on his face.

"Tsk. What a tough guy." Unfortunately, his body recovered instantly.

Even the Blood Storm, which was considered the highest level of 8-star blood magic, did not cause much damage to Glasha.

"Then keep showing me. Give me inspiration!" Puff! Grasha drew in the air with his fingers, and the violently swirling storm disappeared in an instant.

Snap! Then, chains made of ice appeared and shot towards Cardin.

"Protect the master!" Clank! Clank! At Chike's shout, the Death Knights ran over and repelled the flying ice chains.

Whoosh! The huge sword made of magic power attacked Grasha again.

"You know it's useless." Whoosh! Grasha didn't dodge the incoming magic power, but took it directly.

His arm was chopped off again, but a smile appeared on Grasha's face.

“As for the arm, just build another one…” But it’s weird.

"What, what is this?" The arm that should have recovered immediately did not grow back.

"Cough!" Plus, the pain that I shouldn't have felt began to be felt.

"Ahhhhhh!" The extreme pain made Grasha fall to his knees.

"What, what's going on!" Grasha was going crazy in disbelief. At this moment, a familiar voice came to Cardan's ears, which was what he wanted to hear.

-Cardin. I smashed all the statues, tore up the paintings and burned them!

"Well done. Just in case, we destroyed all the art that could be seen in the city."

-Yes! Leave it to me! Hearing Luna's words, Cardin smiled and immediately reached out his hand to the Bloody Death.

Whoosh! Then, the Bloody Death handed the Bloody Scythe to Cardan. The moment he took the Bloody Scythe, the Bloody Death stuck close to Cardan, and a bloody aura began to flicker around Cardan.

"After becoming an 8-star, this technique has also been enhanced." Cardin stretched out his hand holding the sickle to the side, and the sickle instantly began to transform.

The huge sickle quickly shrank and finally turned completely into the shape of a dagger.

"Will this help you gain inspiration as well?" Cardan began to run through the rain of blood, and soon his dagger slashed at Glasha's shoulder.

Clang! “Ahhh!” Although his arm was not chopped off, the extreme pain from being hit by the dagger made him scream.

"This, how is this possible!" Grasha hurriedly started painting with his remaining hand.

Then, the ground around him began to freeze, and a wall of ice rose up to protect Grasha.

“This is impossible!” Grasha screamed, and the ice fragments in all directions were filled with a bloody aura.

"I've fought against guys who used cold air magic before, so I won't panic too much." Although the skeleton soldiers and death knights were frozen, Cardin still maintained a calm expression.

-Cardin! I've searched everywhere, and there's no art left in the city! It's all gone!

Hearing Luna's next words, Cardin smiled and spoke.

"Now that there is no magic binding you to this city, this magic should work."

Whoosh! Cardin walked quickly towards Grasha on the frozen ground.

Snap. He immediately put his hand on his shoulder and said.

"The Road of the Dead."

Ahhh. With Cardin at the center, the world began to change. The world lost its color. Everything turned gray, except for the blood-red aura surrounding Cardin.

"This, this is?"

"The Road of the Dead. The Gray City. It's a place where the memories and existence of the dead are isolated from the world." Only Cardin kept his color.

From head to toe, Cardin was completely different from before, but Grasha's handsome blond hair and white jade skin had lost their color.

Bang! Not only that. The world of the dead is a place where the living are not welcome to enter and exit, and it is also a place that takes away all life.

Snap! Snap! The dead appeared from all directions and grabbed Grasha, not letting him go.

"Why? Why only you?" Cardan did not lose color, and the dead man's hand did not stick to him. Why did the dead man's hand only grab Grasha?

Why didn't Cardin turn gray? He couldn't understand.

"How is it? Did you get inspiration this time too?" Cardin calmly waved the dagger and slowly walked towards Grasha.

Whoosh-whoosh! Grasha gritted his teeth and tried to move his hands to draw something. Then, blades fell from the sky like rain, directly attacking Cardin.

Clank! Clank! Clank! Cardin swung the blood sword with ease, repelling the blades that poured down like rain.

Clank! Clank! Clank. The rain of blades falling from the sky could not stop him from walking towards Grasha.

"Make way, make way!" The artist who lost his color died in despair. He could no longer find Gracia's noble and elegant appearance.

"If you didn't pretend to be an artist, you wouldn't have died so miserably." Cardin said regretfully as he stopped in front of Grasha.

"What?" Cardan answered, raising his bloody sword.

"You believe in yourself too much, this is the price of your pride." At that moment, Grasha thought.

"That color is so beautiful. Will my death be beautiful too?" Although he didn't want to die, unfortunately, he couldn't continue thinking about it.