Chapter 6: Blood Bath in the Valley

In the Depths of the Killer Valley a face off was happening. Three figures stood in tall red grass as beautiful Purple Trees hovered above them.

First was a handsome Young Man adorning long black hair whilst being dressed in a charming Blood Red Suit, in front of him stood a Spirit that looked like a Black Stitched Humanoid with Sharp Claws, it flared with purple aura as bandages danced around it.

It was the Crazed Devilman and Atreus!

They were currently facing a large 1-metre-tall Magic Beast, it looked like Deer but with sharp claws and a single long horn protruding from its forehead, blackish blue in Colour, it was the Sharp Horn Beast, lower 1 Tier.

Woosh!

The Crazed Devilman Moved first, it lunged towards the beast. The Beast responded by jumping and attempting to claw at the Spirit.

Atreus controlled his mana accurately as bandages surrounded by purple aura flared out of various parts of the Crazed Devil Man.

They clasped around the beast restraining it in the air!

His Spirit swiftly changed course mid-air and spun around, throwing the beast caught in the bandages to the ground.

Crash!

The beast groaned as its back was broken….it soon died.

"That's the best way to use the Crazed Devilman."

Every Spirit usually only had a limited few abilities and it was up to the Summoner to decide how to use them in accordance with each other. Rank 1 Spirits only had only up to 2 Abilities, which could improve as the stages of the Spirits improved. Of course, there was an exception to this rule as some few really rare spirits had a third extra ability.

The Crazed Devilman was one such Spirit, it was adept in agility manoeuvres and speed and its two main abilities were Corrupted Bandages and Piercing Claws. The first ability was a restraining move, it shot out bandages covered in corrupted aura to restrain enemies and slow them down. The next was a direct Attack move, where the Devilman extended its claws covering them in Corrupting Aura and then slashing out an energy wave in the shape of the claw at the enemy.

"Ah! Those kids must be having fun huh." Atreus snickered, actually figuring out a Spirit's abilities was really easy, one simply had to overflow them with mana and observe as the Spirit randomly dished out moves.

And then the Summoner could repeat that move by simply thinking about it and this way they could not only combine moves but also innovate them!

"But experimenting wastes too much mana." Atreus sighed, mana wasn't infinite and depending upon the Tier of ones Mana Space it would recharge slowly or very fast.

He for example could recharge all his mana within half an hour.

Atreus shook of his thoughts and started to traverse through the forest. He mainly wanted to look for a beast pack to try the Third Move of his Spirit.

Soon enough he came upon a clearing within the forest. Besides a large clear pond was a pack of Twelve Wolf Beasts, they were as large as him and had Red Fur, Crimson Wolves! Lower 1 Tier!

Atreus slowly approached them as the Beast Pack got alert. A wolf howled as the they quickly ran around Atreus encircling him.

He smirked as the Crazed Devilman appeared besides him.

"Guillotine Assault!" Atreus suddenly felt his mana emptying out.

The Spirit suddenly started to bulge and doubled in size; it looked a lot more muscular.

Woosh! A chain suddenly shot out of its back as it grabbed hold of it and-

Screech!

It pulled out a big machete attached to a chain. It was half as tall as itself and was covered in bandages stained with blood.

Atreus almost wanted to cry fake tears, "How the hell did this backwater Sect even managed to get a Spirit of the Slaughter Type!"

Each Spirit in this World belonged to a certain type, the most common ones being the Elemental Ones: Water, Fire etc. Then there were rare ones: Light, Blood, Dark etc.

Finally, there were some incredibly rare typing's, like : Sword, Slaughter, Space etc. In his past life it was Atreus' dream to collect all the rarest Spirits in the World!

So, he was incredibly happy to even find something like this. Growing excited he willed the Spirit to attack.

Woosh! The Giant moved with incredible speed as a chain wheeled out of its hand-

Screech!

A wailing sound appeared as the large machete passed through multiple wolves at once.

Splat!

All of them were split in half! The remaining wolves tried to pounce at the Sprit.

Woow! Woow! They howled as they were caught up in large bandages suspending them in the air. The spirit grabbed one wolf and smashed it into the ground.

Bang!

It punched another as it flew several metres into the air. The slaughter continued as the Spirit slashed, punched and kicked the beasts one by one.

It moved like a wrestler that was throwing around sacks of wheat.

"Tch! I am hundred percent sure that the Sect had absolutely no clue about this Spirit." Atreus thought to himself.

Soon enough the Spirit also reverted to its normal state and went back to his mana space.

"It's a little exhausted after using that move."

He decided that it would be best to rest here for at least an hour. Because with him being surrounded by the Wolf Corpses no beast would dare to trespass here.

Thus, he set up a small camp fire in the middle of the clearing. Sitting on a rock Atreus started to hum and sing a song waiting for the time to pass as the moon moved in the Sky signifying it was night time.

Well despite this though not everyone was having a good time in the Killer Valley.

Somewhere else in the Valley multiple Sprits moved as the tried to fend of the attacks of 3 Sharp Horn Beasts.

These Spirits were only the size of small dolls, they looked like creepy Voodoo Dolls with buttons for eyes as various pins were struck to them and out of them oozed a fluid blood like aura. These were the Blood Dolls!

Their Summoners were trying to use them. There were two boys and a girl.

The first boy that had green hair willed to overflow his mana into the Spirit. They had figured that it was the only way to use the Spirit for now.

The Doll moved as it took out a pin from its body and stabbed at itself.

Puch!

Soon blood started to ooze out of one the beasts and it suddenly lunged at the three Summoners.

The other two quickly followed the Suit and tried to attack the beasts. One of the Dolls repeated the same move as it also punctured another beast wounding it.

The last Doll did a different move as its eyes glowed red, and it used the flowing blood from the first two beasts to attack the third one.

Slash!

A wave of blood flew and decapitated the third beast.

But alas this wasn't enough. The rest of the two beasts had already reached the two blood dolls in the front, they swiftly crushed both the spirits damaging them.

The Summoners tried calling back their spirits but-

Stab!

The beasts had already impaled their Spirits. Soon the Spirits broke apart and they died.

Bang! Bang!

The two summoners suffered from heavy backlash and they also passed away soon.

Only the green haired boy remained now, he was shaking but not from fear but excitement!

Sero was excited, "I figured out how to use the Spirit!"

The two beasts then looked at their last prey with a glint in their eyes, just as they were preparing to lunge at their next prey.

Two large blood waves erupted from the bodies of the other two Summoners that were killed, as their corpses shrank by a lot.

Boom!

The beasts were crushed into pieces.

Indeed, these were the abilities of the Blood Doll. First one, Drawing Blood, using a voodoo attack draw the blood from your victims and then use the second ability, Blood Wave to use that blood to from sharp or heavy waves to attack your foes.

"Ugh!" Sero coughed a little as he felt pain all over his body, he had already used all his mana and it would take him hours to recover. So, he decided to climb up a tall tree and hide there for a long time.

Such scenes were happening all over the Valley, many were dying but these deaths also made others informed about how to use their own abilities.

Soon the deaths would stop altogether as the disciples would grow more and more accustomed to attacking and surviving in this environment.

Back to the clearing besides the pond, Atreus was roasting the meat of a Sharp Horn Beast.

His tummy growled.

"I almost forgot. Rank 1 Summoners still need to eat food and sleep a little, these become optional after advancing to Rank 2 but for now-"

He was hungry. Using some basic knowledge about wild herbs he had even used some spices to apply on the meat. Soon an appetizing smell filled his nose.

Shush shush!

Far off in the distance a bush was shaking. Atreus lazily glanced over expecting another magic beast to pop up.

But soon his gaze sharpened as a humanoid figure came. It swayed from left to right and made weird noises.

"Ahhhg! Fooghh!"

Atreus thought to himself, "It's definitely a zombie…"

And soon the beast came to light-

It was a, "A Leo?"

Atreus saw with his mouth hanging as Leo stumbled towards him.

"Ahhh! Foood!"

He looked exhausted and really hungry!

Atreus sweat dropped at the sight and facepalmed himself.