Death Force II

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Chapter 114: Death Force II

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All of that was done while Ian shrouded himself in his wings, seeking to vanish again... However, "Huh?" He felt it clearly as he dived into his dimension, two of his fingers were missing, and he absolutely had no idea how.

"How?" Ian wondered, but he didn't have much time to muse as his ring was at risk yet again. His force was always spreading outside, sensing most things about.

And well, how was Etrigan able to evade his staff which was powered by the speed force? Let's just say that Ian isn't the only one with teleportation capabilities.

Moreover, Etrigan was reaction time was more than monstrous. It was unbelievable, and that's with the demon's loss of power.

Ian was certain what he did to Etrigan before; harmed the demon significantly, and not much time passed since then, so he was sure he was clashing with a wounded Etrigan.

The prince of hell emerged instantly in a vacant area, swinging his sword at seemingly nothing, but he can sense the invisible ring clearly, and his overwhelming dark hell fire will surely be able to destroy it.

The ring teleported again appearing with Ian far away with his staff again hovering beside him, unleashing magic spam before flying towards the demon using the speed force again.

This time, Ian emerged with his wings already protecting him, even the God killer was acting as a shield, yet...

'Two other fingers...' Ian looked at his left hand left with only one finger, his other fingers were sliced cleanly. He felt no pain, more so bafflement eyeing the blood dripping from his hand.

The fight wouldn't be nearly as hard if the speed force was complete because to this day Ian still feels it to be incomplete, or not as strong as it should be.

The staff's speed reaches a measly ten Mach at the moment. The speed is steadily rising as Ian feeds the staff and the speed force his life force, but he still feels like something is missing.

Whatever it was, Ian had to leave his dimension again though this time he took a different series of actions.

This time he emerged right beside Etrigan, his staff already flickering with immense power, going right through the demon's chest in an instant as a golden radiance shone through it.

That was followed by a deafening thud of Etrigan's colossal blade clashing with Ian's wings. A shockwave thundered throughout the area, creating a massive tremor as a result of the collision.

Not just that, Ian found himself going right through the ground as if it was butter, the lands around them shrieking in pain as he formed a deep pit right into the volcano of hell... Only to vanish yet again.

Ian emerged again far away, much further from their previous battlegrounds. That had nothing to do with it crumbling down, but more to do with his sliced off left arm.

He looked to be in a sorry state, all bloody. In fact, the sound of dripping blood was very clear to all hearing ears because a fountain of blood was being made around his feet.

He seemed pale and messy, but strangely not tired. He just had a frown on his face as he tossed his upper clothes away, and took off his already semi-destroyed shoes, leaving him mostly naked with only black pants.

"I hate the wise. I've always hated the wise, but it most often than not never mattered."

Etrigan's words echoed throughout the surrounding, who knows when he appeared not far from Ian, looking to be in just as much of a sorry state if not worse.

He had a large gap in his chest, giving a clear view of what lies behind him, a scenery of destruction.

The wound had no blood but it had something worst, shimmering golden lines, acting like a virus, trying to spread. Alas, the darkness in the demon's soul was fighting back and winning.

Etrigan's expression looked much calmer than before. Whereas he looked like a raging mindless beast before, now he looks like the deceitful demon that he truly is.

He held his left hand over his chest, seemingly hiding it as he spoke in a chilling voice, "You aren't tired. Your energy doesn't seem to be ending any time soon, or at all. You're decisive and wise. Quite the troublesome combination."

He let out a breath as he continued, "Your staff can teleport to you from everywhere, and so does your ring. I understand how you function, but there isn't much I can do about it. Even more troublesome... But!"

He took his hand off his chest, giving view to a cluster of darkness in his chest, fighting the light with more ferocity, "I and you are different. How long can you stand? Will you still live without a heart? How much suffering can you handle? I made a promise before, and I shall keep it!"

Etrigan caressed his sword, lighting up a spark of darkness within it, "You saw through only one of my methods but it matters not because it doesn't matter what I have to sacrifice! Even hell can burn for all I care... All I care about is to grasp your destiny!"

Indeed, Ian saw through his tricks. He figured out how his fingers and even his arm ended up sliced up without him noticing.

He noted Etrigan has started to barely use magic at one point, mostly teleporting away. Ian's last risky move was to confirm his guess as the gap in Etrigan's chest was what caused his arm loss.

Somehow, If Etrigan is hurt, Ian will also be hurt. According to Ian's deduction, the harm done to him will always be much lower than the one done to Etrigan.

Ian wasn't sure exactly when the demon had cast such a spell or its limitations, but he knows it has many.

He also wasn't sure what Etrigan had done to himself to cause the loss of fingers, but it must be hidden internal damage or sacrificing something Ian can not see.

The spell seemed extremely complex and Ian would very much love to study it, especially how his fingers and arms were just sliced off, just like that.

It was weird but oddly specific and precise though Etrigan didn't seem to have much control on what body part will be targeted.

"I do not give a fuck. Let's just fight." Ian was in the zone, one of extreme focus. He absolutely had no interest in a chat.

His life force was running wild, his output reaching frightening levels, almost reaching those he has when in intimate training sessions.

The sound of teeth grinding together resonated faintly throughout the hellish lands as Etrigan spoke not so calmly, "So be it!"

And so it continued, their fight only becoming more and more extreme, Ian constantly being put at death's door, but he had no interest in knocking on it because he didn't once use his 'I wanna die' fighting style. No, that's not his goal.

Death on the other hand found herself knocking on many doors, pulling demons to her lands because Ian never remained in one place for long. He was constantly changing their battle location.

By accident, their constant teleportation and destruction around led them to a city, a demonic city. Yet neither of them cared. Their eyes could only see one thing, and that's the foe before them.

The two were so destructive that they left behind only chaos and doom, to the point that the city literally crumbled on itself, like it was never there.

The force unleashed by them only continued to increase as when Etrigan saw no point in establishing massive magic circles in the form of traps due to their constant movement, he focused more on pure destructive magic.

So it wasn't very odd for the inhabitants of hell to see meteors falling down one after another blasting them to smithereens. It also wasn't strange for tsunamis of lava to come crashing down at them.

Furthermore, it also wasn't strange for tsunamis of magic arrows, swords, spheres, and shockwaves to be seen far into the distance.

Ian even started using some of the more destructive spells. They usually take a lot of time to cast but that was lowered quite a lot with how wild his force was going.

Most importantly, he had plenty of time to cast even the most demanding of spells because the battle went on for a whole three days!!!