8 Chapter 8: Animus Overdrive

Vincent stood back, his hands glowing with purple light, as he tried to conjure more mana missiles while looking at the blue goblin that paced towards him slowly.

He felt a sense of dread but managed to move slightly as the purple balls began to shoot towards Larz, his spells shot forward while the goblin's head moved slightly, dodging half of them, while the others slashed his cheeks with small cuts and burns.

"The filthy halfbreed is alone now. Are you going to cry?" Larz mocked Vincent as he wiped the blood from his cheeks.

A foul stinking breath blew from the goblin's mouth, entering his nose as Vincent began to gag; Silvari gritted her teeth, watching the enemy seeing that everyone was almost completely wiped out and couldn't fight anymore.

Silvari's blue eyes flickered with an azure light as the ice began to circle her body, slowly chilling the room.

'If I attack with everything now, shaving down to my core's limits, then Efrita can handle the rest! My power isn't suited for long, drawn-out battles.'

Her soft eyes looked at Vincent with affection, 'it will be another seven days until we meet again, my little daemon prince.' She floated over, kissing his cheeks gently before floating into the air; Larz stopped for a moment with curious eyes.

"Worry not master, this Silvaria Argenta will give her all and fell this filthy mongrel that dares to blaspheme our lord's name!"

[Warning! Silvaria Argenta Entered Animus Overdrive]

"Eh?" Vincent gasped.

'System. What is an Animus' overdrive?' He asked.

The violent winds of frost began to increase while swirling around her body, and a thick layer of ice began to form around the ankles Larz realised too late that this was some form of attack.

"Sneaky little bitch! I will violate you until your body breaks!" Larz snarled, trying to smash the ice around his lower legs.

It was like time began to stand still; Silvari began to spin in the cold air, her body dancing around the sky out of Larz's range.

A cold wind began building as sharp shards of ice began to slice and tear through the blue goblins' flesh and muscles.

Then her beautiful purple lips opened as words formed into a rapid chant filled the room; like a siren, Silvari began to sing into the distant skies.

—Strike down my love's enemy~

—You detestable Daemons~

—Your abhorrent magic melted the snow~

—So my Ice, please obey my will~

—I implorethee~

—Rip their flesh~

—Tear their bones~

—Sever their souls~

—Devour all but the ice and snow~

Her song formed a tight crystalline ice around her body before a huge howl sounded from her small mouth, echoing around the room as Larz smashed the ice, slowly crushing pieces away.

Vincent held out his hands, constantly firing mana missiles until he began to feel weak, a pale purple light forming where the deep, vibrant light shone; he watched as Silvari moved forward, diving into the centre of the room.

Her body slammed towards Larz rapidly, his feet frozen as her elbow smashed into her chest, knocking him backwards as he shattered his throne.

Lifting her hand, she snapped them once.

The sound echoed through the room; the ground rumbled as countless ice spikes began to shoot from the ground, penetrating Larz's through his thighs, arms and waist, dirty blood spitting everywhere as he began to shout in pain, his health nearly lower than 10% now thanks to her brutal attack.

These wounds couldn't heal as they continued to ooze black blood.

[Animus Overdrive is when your summoned monster uses their Anima without permission. This method gives them a significant power boost but has various consequences.]

[1. It means they will be unavailable for seven days.]

[2. Their personality will become more extreme and warped with each usage.]

[3. It requires significant affection for their summoner.]

Moments after her assault, the ice spikes began to crack and shatter into small pieces of ice as Silvari fell to the ground, her figure fading as she leaned against Vincent's chest, her eyes filled with satisfaction despite the burning pains in her body, eating away at her insides.

'Nobody will take him away from me! That prophecy is real; we won't let something like a goblin on steroids take him away!'

When Larz reached low health, several goblins flooded inside from the side entrances; Silvari was tired and shouldn't cast her last attack, but she couldn't help it and decided to go all the way.

'Here it goes, watch my wonderful scene, master!'

[Summon Silvari is beginning her finale.]

"This dance of ice I dedicate to you. My beloved lord, master and king." Her crumbling head bowed towards Vincent as she turned into countless blades of ice.

"I dedicate myself to be the sword of Vincent Schwartz! This waltz of blades is for you alone!"

The last of her words sounded ethereal as the blades flashed across the room, cutting up anything that wasn't Vincent and his friends.

Vincent could only watch the beautiful gleaming blue blades destroying the goblins' bodies and ripping Larz apart with swift, ethereal cuts.

Larz wasn't dead, but his life was close to the end; covered in wounds and blood; Larz gave up defending himself and grasped his axe, tightening his arms as he watched Vincent a few metres away and tossed his axe with inhumane power.

"MASTER!"

Silvari desperately tried to slow the huge axe that burst through the air, rapidly spiralling before her ice blades were shattered; her figure began to fade into small particles of ice as she screamed in frustration and anger inside the void.

'DAMNIT!!! MASTER!! LET ME GO BACK!'

Vincent's body was exhausted; using his magic to the limits put a huge strain on his body, a stabbing pain filling his body as he tried to move; the axe approached him rapidly; he jumped to the side to try to avoid the blade.

"Ugh!?" The pained sound of Dirk's voice sounded followed by a loud crash.

Vincent slammed into the ground, his left eye filled with information from the system.

In contrast, his right eye saw Dirk standing in the place Vincent stood before, his body covered in dirt and blood, with his left arm holding onto a completely broken shield while his right arm dangled without power.

Dirk's body shuddered, almost kneeling as he felt dizzy and unable to stand; his voice sounded with the last of his power.

"H-hurry the fuck up, you little prick! I can't take another hit!" Dirk yelled, his face pale and feeling irritated at how Vincent took all the good parts; he wanted to be the star, the protagonist.

Bang! The stone axe, lacking any power, slammed into the ground forming a small crater as Dirk fell backwards and spent all his power.

'This fucking freak, it's all his fault; damn, why is his class so flashier than mine!' Dirk thought in his hazy thoughts.

Dirk knelt on his knee, his eyes darting around as the goblin, equally in shambles, stumbled towards his axe.

Vincent took a deep breath, seeing that he had gained quite a lot of experience from the battle.

Silvari Killed Goblin Elites | Gained 91 Experience

Vincent Schwartz

Summoner | Lv6 Exp: 12/120

Strength 7 | Agility 3 | Stamina 6 | Wisdom 3 | Intellect 4

'It's nice to be above average in strength and stamina!'

[New choice unlocked!]

-Summon Efrita and kill the goblin together

or

-Kill the goblin alone with your wits and ability.

Honestly, he wanted to choose the second choice, but he was spent, and even with his improved attributes, they were still a fraction of the weakened Larz.

"Hey, if you're going to do something, how about you fucking do it!" Dirk said with a weak voice, glaring at Vincent with a hateful look.

Vincent didn't have the power to fight a long battle; he stepped forward before choosing the first option; although it hurt his pride to be unable to defeat Larz alone, he wanted to meet his second summon.

Dirk felt irritated as his body ached, blood oozing from his lips, wondering how it came to be this way. He finally became a knight, then why was he kneeling on the ground like a useless piece of garbage and watching Vincent step forward to face the goblin?

'Vincent Schwartz... Your very existence makes me angry; why do you manage to eclipse me despite being useless? What will I do now you are starting to grow... I hate you! Relying on you to survive makes me feel sick!'

He believed himself to be superior, a chosen one; all his life, he managed to surpass the other boys; although not the best looking, he was quite handsome. 

Yet others would always choose Vincent as the most attractive male; despite being weak and short, it hurt his pride and caused him to despise him more than anyone else.

'I cannot wait for the day everything you care about comes crashing down!'

Vincent's trembling body walked towards the goblin, filled with exhaustion as he watched Lazrd start to stand up.

Suddenly, a beautiful male voice mixed resounded through the halls; time seemed to have stopped! Then a husky but sexy female voice joined the melody as they chanted a spell in tandem.

'Come to think of it, why is Vincent now as tall as me?' Dirk thought as their chant began.

"I am the fire that seeks the end!" (Efrita)

"I am the end who seeks the fire!"

"My flames will devour everything!" (Efrita)

"My body will devour your flames!"

"I am the one who shall burn your foes!" (Efrita)

"I am the one you shall call home!"

"Our endless flames will bring the end!" (Both)

[Ars Infernus]

Dirk watched the pair as Vincent, who wore nothing but a black flame, devoured and burnt them to a crisp.

To his side was a terrifying monster with a beautiful face, but her eyes were pitch black with a golden slit. It was a little scary, to be honest.

'Vincent is holding her hand like a lover… Haha! Yes, make that elven slut jealous and abandon you!'

Molten earth filled her body with magma flowing through the cracks. Her head had two towering split black horns with golden rings implanted in the tips.

Her feet were hooved, and she had a snake's tail. From her back grew strange dragon-like wings, and she wore nothing but her thick fur covering her private areas.

Before He could marvel at how they looked like a perfect couple. 

'Damn it, why does Vincent standing beside her look so perfect! Where is my flame goddess!?'

Dirk's nasty thoughts were scattered by a hurricane made of huge billowing black and purple fire that exploded from the centre of the room.

His whimpering voice screamed something like "Why sister" or something. The blue goblins' scream echoed throughout the chamber.

His screaming stopped for a few moments,

Finally, after feeling a significant burst of warm heat through his body, Dirk felt his wounds and broken bones fixing in moments, although a little grateful. He would never admit this again; his moments of weakness faded.

'Vincent Schwartz, you may have saved my life this time. Yet don't forget this monster turned like this because of you. Never forget, you filthy little mixed blood! I will make Odette regret looking at you with such affection today.'