Absolute Cheater

Chapter 64 Catherine Past V

Pazu stood still, his smirk now replaced with a look of wary curiosity. "Interesting," he muttered, gripping his blade tighter. "So this is what the Bloodcrown hides in its shadows. A fitting challenge."

The Blood Titan wasted no time. It raised one massive arm, forming a blade from the blood coursing through its veins, and swung it down with the force of a falling star. Pazu leapt back, the ground where he had stood erupting into a geyser of molten crimson.

"You think this monstrosity will stop me?" Pazu growled, his voice tinged with amusement and defiance. "I am the harbinger of darkness, the destroyer of worlds!"

Dark energy erupted from his form, enveloping him in a vortex of shadow. He dashed toward the Blood Titan, his blade meeting the colossal blood-forged weapon in midair. The resulting collision created a cataclysmic shockwave, flattening what remained of the Bloodcrown estate and sending both the Blood Knight and the warriors reeling.

Alaric shielded his eyes from the storm of energy, his heart pounding. This cannot fail. Not here. Not now.

The Blood Titan roared again, the sound like the groaning of a dying world, and pressed forward. Its body continuously regenerated from the blood surrounding it, each wound inflicted by Pazu closing almost instantly. It lashed out with both arms, striking with ferocity that sent Pazu skidding across the battlefield.

For the first time, Pazu stumbled. He straightened, a thin trickle of dark ichor dripping from his lips. "Impressive," he admitted, his grin returning. "But if this is your best, then you've already lost."

Pazu raised his blade high, and the shadows around him coalesced into a towering black spire. The air grew cold as a sinister aura engulfed the battlefield, suffocating and oppressive.

Alaric's eyes widened. He's drawing out more power... is there no end to him?

The Blood Titan surged forward, undeterred by the growing darkness. Its massive fists slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves that splintered the earth, but Pazu was already moving, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc.

As the two titans clashed, the very fabric of reality seemed to strain under the weight of their power. The world around them darkened, as if their battle threatened to consume existence itself.

In the distance, Alaric's warriors continued to chant, feeding their remaining strength into the Blood Titan. But Alaric knew it wasn't enough. If the Blood Titan fell, there would be nothing left to stop Pazu.

Gritting his teeth, Alaric made a decision. He turned to the warriors beside him. "Prepare the Crimson Ascension. I'll give my blood if that's what it takes."

The warriors hesitated, their faces pale. "My lord," one began, "if you enact the Crimson Ascension, you—"

"I know the cost!" Alaric snapped. "But we will not let him walk away from this. Do it now!"

The warriors bowed, their reluctance giving way to determination. As they began the ritual, Alaric stepped forward, his hands glowing with the same crimson light as the Bloodgate. If the Blood Titan couldn't destroy Pazu, then he would unleash every last drop of the Bloodcrown's power to ensure their legacy endured.

The final battle had truly begun.

As the warriors chanted and the Crimson Ascension ritual began, the battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment. The blood-red glow around Alaric intensified, spreading outward like tendrils reaching for the heavens. The power coursing through him was ancient and volatile, a force only the Bloodcrown lineage could harness—and only at the gravest cost.

The Blood Titan continued its relentless assault on Pazu, but the dark warrior grew more menacing with each passing moment. The spire of black energy he had summoned loomed over him, feeding him with an endless well of malice. He met the Titan's strikes blow for blow, each clash sending ripples through reality itself. Find more chapters on empire

"I see you're finally taking me seriously, Bloodcrown," Pazu called out, his voice carrying over the chaos. He swung his blade with ferocity, carving deep into the Blood Titan's arm, which regenerated instantly. "But this... this is still not enough!"

He raised his hand, and the black spire pulsed, sending a shockwave of darkness that pushed the Blood Titan back. For the first time, the Titan faltered, its form flickering as though the blood sustaining it was being corrupted.

Alaric stepped forward, his body glowing brighter with each step. Crimson sigils appeared on his skin, ancient runes of the Bloodcrown's forbidden magic. His voice joined the chant, deep and commanding, resonating with a power that made the ground tremble.

The Bloodgate pulsed once more, its energy funneling directly into Alaric. His form began to change, his body becoming leaner, his features sharper. His hair turned a deep crimson, and his eyes glowed like molten rubies. He was becoming something more—something far beyond mortal comprehension.

Pazu turned his gaze toward Alaric, his smirk fading. For the first time, there was a glimmer of caution in his eyes. "Ah... so you've decided to join the fray yourself," he said, his tone quieter but no less menacing.

Alaric raised a hand, and the Blood Titan surged forward with renewed vigor, its strikes faster and stronger than before. It slammed into Pazu with unrelenting force, driving him backward and shattering the dark spire behind him.

"You underestimated us," Alaric said, his voice reverberating with power. He stepped onto the battlefield, the blood around him forming a crimson aura that crackled with energy. "You thought the Bloodcrown was just a name, a family grown weak over time. But we are more than you can imagine."

Pazu snarled, his black energy spiraling around him like a storm. "You're still clinging to this legacy of yours," he spat. "Do you think it will save you from me?!"

He surged forward, his blade slicing through the air toward Alaric. But before it could reach him, the blood surrounding Alaric solidified into a barrier, stopping the strike cold. With a flick of his wrist, Alaric sent the blood spiraling toward Pazu, forming jagged spears that pierced through the shadows.

Pazu roared, his energy flaring as he destroyed the spears, but Alaric was already moving. With a speed that defied comprehension, he closed the distance, his hand glowing with crimson fire. He struck Pazu directly in the chest, sending him hurtling back and embedding him into a nearby cliffside.

The Blood Titan roared triumphantly, standing at Alaric's side like a guardian ready to finish the job.

Pazu staggered to his feet, his armor cracked, his dark energy flickering. And yet, he laughed. "You're impressive, Bloodcrown. I'll give you that," he said, blood dripping from his mouth. "But you still don't understand."

He raised his arms, and the shadows around him coalesced once more, larger and darker than before. The ground beneath him warped, and the air grew impossibly cold. "I am not here to conquer," he growled, his voice echoing with an unholy resonance. "I am here to destroy. To erase everything you are."

Alaric's eyes narrowed as he felt the shift in energy. This was it—the true form of the monster before him.

The air thickened with malice as Pazu's transformation reached its zenith. His form expanded, tendrils of darkness radiating from his body like jagged, living shadows. His once-humanoid frame twisted into something monstrous—a towering, chaotic amalgamation of armor, claws, and eyes burning with abyssal fire. The ground beneath him cracked and rotted, unable to bear the weight of his corruption.

Alaric stared, unwavering, as the full extent of Pazu's power revealed itself. The Blood Titan beside him growled, its molten crimson form rippling with anticipation. Around them, the battlefield had fallen silent, the remaining warriors of the Bloodcrown estate retreating to a safe distance. They were witnesses now, powerless in the face of what was to come.

"You speak of destruction," Alaric said, his voice calm but cutting, "as if it's an end in itself. But destruction without creation is hollow—just like you, Pazu. A hollow creature, a mockery of power."

Pazu's laughter echoed like a death knell, his voice layered with otherworldly distortion. "You think your pride will save you? Your family? Your blood?" He raised his massive clawed hand, shadows swirling around it, forming a sphere of void energy that pulsed with terrifying might. "Let's see if the Bloodcrown can endure this!"

Pazu's laughter echoed like a death knell, his voice layered with otherworldly distortion. "You think your pride will save you? Your family? Your blood?" He raised his massive clawed hand, shadows swirling around it, forming a sphere of void energy that pulsed with terrifying might. "Let's see if the Bloodcrown can endure this!"

He hurled the sphere toward Alaric, its velocity shattering the air like a cannonball of obliteration. Alaric didn't flinch. With a sweep of his arm, the blood surrounding him surged upward, forming a spiraling shield that absorbed the attack. The impact sent ripples of energy in all directions, flattening what little remained of the battlefield.

When the smoke cleared, Alaric stood unscathed, his glowing eyes fixed on Pazu. "You're strong, I'll admit," he said, his tone almost pitying. "But strength without control is nothing but chaos."

With a single gesture, Alaric unleashed the Blood Titan. The massive being roared, charging at Pazu with unstoppable momentum. Its blade, now glowing with the combined essence of the Bloodcrown warriors and Alaric's ascended power, cleaved through the air, aiming to bisect the monstrous form.