To His Hell and Back-Chapter 204: Battlefield’s Experience

Cassius then ducked under the next blow and drove his fist into the creature’s stomach once, twice, and three times before spinning around with a low kick that sent it crashing into the stone altar, cracking it down the middle. The creature coughed black liquid, still trying to rise. But the sight was enough to confirm that these creatures bled the same way though killing them took an annoyingly longer time as though their insides were crushed, they wouldn’t die immediately.

Cassius stalked forward, his moon birthmark glowing faintly as black liquid dripped from his finger tips.

Arabella’s eyes widened. Was he using his magic again? But he told her that those power doesn’t follow to his commands well, making her fear that instead of following his order, it would instead work against him.

Cassius reached the fallen attacker and the liquid slowly bubbled toward the body. The objects around the living liquid shimmered and when it touched the creature’s chest, blue fire bloomed, lighting up the entire building with the bright blue glow from his hand.

The blue flame burned through the creature’s veins, ignoring all the screams of pain that had been let out by the creature, boiling from the inside out until nothing remained but ash and bone.

Arabella stared, stunned. She felt queasy but also relieved to see more enemies down against them.

Mr. Owen clapped slowly, still smiling. "Impressive. Truly. But this isn’t over."

Cassius turned toward him, now covered with blood. His eyes glowed brighter in crimson besides the blue flame that had blossomed beside him. "No. But it’s your turn now."

Mr. Owen’s smile sharpened. "Unfortunately, I don’t play fair either."

He snapped his fingers.

From the shadows, dozens more emerged not just one or two, but an entire horde, crawling across walls, dripping from the ceiling, dragging rusted weapons and claws of bone and iron. They were laughing, hardly sounding humans anymore despite looking similar with limbs and height.

They all looked at Cassius with such a hungry look, as if desperate for a piece of his flesh, making one who saw this to woner which was the vampire and which was the human in question.

Arabella’s breath hitched. "Cassius—"

He didn’t look back, but his voice was still steady. "I told you to stay behind me."

"But—"

"Birdie." His tone changed, not commanding but in a protective demand. "If you care even a little for me, stay back."

"Hahaha, you don’t have to act like you are worried, Mr Vampire. Unlike you, we all care about the Princess and we wouldn’t dare to harm a single hair on her body. You do pretend well in caring someone but we all know that in the end of the day vampires are creatures without love or emotions, only greed and hunger." Mr Owen chided, his eyes narrowing at Cassius with the same hatred against vampires as all those creature had.

Cassius sighed, "It seems you’re misunderstanding something but love is a form of greed. Only when you’re greedy that you can finally have someone for yourself for good. Thus without greed there is no love and without love there is no greed."

"Hah, you’re good at playing with words. Let us hear what your last word would be then," Mr. Owen raised his hand like a conductor at an orchestra. "Kill the vampire. Leave the Princess unharmed."

The moment Mr. Owen’s hand fell, chaos erupted and the fight began.

The horde of creatures surged forward with an ear splitting groan, hurrying their attacks to Cassius, knowing well that all they had to do was to exhaust him as they were far more in number compared to him. With hollow eyes, the creatures laughed and screamed as though possessed by something.

Cassius didn’t flinch.

He stepped forward, dodging the attacks that effortlessly came to him one after one, leaving not even a single moment for him to compose his breaths. Despite this, his movements unnervingly calm though Mr Owen who had stood by watching had a wide grin on his face, knowing well that vampires had the tendency to look "calm" when facing danger as they would rather die than lowering their pride.

He knew that soon enough Cassius was fall from exhaustion as compared to him who was alone, these creatures that was once a human could never feel exhausted or even pain. This was proven as Cassius tore one of the creature’s limb only to see it grinning with blood over its mouth as though delighted.

Arabella who saw this furrowed her eyebrows. She didn’t feel comfortable to only hide behind Cassius and her head quickly turned around to find something that she could grab, eventually finding something that really did caught her eyes which was a tall candelabra with sharp pointy edges in its end. Gritting her teeth, she reached out her hand, grabbing it to her fingers as she readily rushed beside Cassius.

Meanwhile, Cassius who noticed her presence right behind him, turned his face slightly. He saw the sharp candelabra on her hand and her determined expression which made him look at her, torn between laughing and crying at her action.

"I’ll help and you don’t have to worry if judging by what he said is true, his target is only you, so these creatures won’t attack me too."

Cassius smirked and she could see it brimming with joy despite the word that curtly came out of his lips after that, "Suit yourself." His half moon mark glowed brighter, pulsing with each beat of his heart. Blood slicked his hands, but he stood straight, tall, and utterly still.

Arabella saw the creatures whose legs had been torn yet its hands still trying to trip Cassius over and used the sharp edge of the stick on her hand to stab its hand, realizing that it won’t stop no matter how much you cut them, "Why aren’t you burning them like earlier? Is your power still out of order?"

"Out of order?" He chuckled at her wordings, "They’re against me that’s for sure and they’re wild but oddly today it’s quite civil."

"Then why... aren’t you burning them?"

Cassius turned as he took one of the creature by its head and turned it around. Only then did she realized he wasn’t attacking these creatures, he was taking a look and was studying them!

How could this person be studying creatures that were trying to kill him in the middle of a battle...?

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