Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 796: Herculian

I came down like a wrecking ball.

And it wasn’t just a metaphor; I actually changed form mid-air. As I pumped up my body with as much poison qi as I could, inflating cell production to ’gigantify’ my body, I felt the surge of power course through me. My muscles bulged and my skin stretched tight, transforming me into a massive, unstoppable force.

Both my fists landed squarely on the shoulders of the Noble Black that tried its best to shake itself away from me, but the pummeling was too much for it, along with the massive weight behind my fists. The impact reverberated through the air, sending shockwaves that made the ground tremble.

The creature fell down to the ground, its face slammed down and cracked, all it could do was screech in pain from the sudden impact.

I tried to end it right there by stomping on its head, but it reacted rapidly by pulling on my foot, tripping me and causing me to fall on the other rakshasa, crushing a few. The ground around us was littered with the bodies of fallen rakshasa, their blue blood staining the floor. The air was thick with the smell of blood and poison qi, a heady mixture that fueled my rage. Explore more adventures at NovelBin.Côm

It immediately jumped on me for a mount, but I had more power than I could save and immediately flipped it away from me, then reversed our positions. I pinned the Noble Black’s arms using my knees and firmly mounted its chest, exposing its head. My weight bore down on it, making it impossible for the creature to escape.

Then the pummeling began, each punch landed squarely on the Noble Black’s head, resounding in explosive fury and echoes of devastation. Each punch went straight to its face, slamming it against the hard Soulsteel floor. The floor cracked under the force of my blows, sending shards of Soulsteel flying.

Punch after punch, in an accelerating rhythm, it felt like the bones in my fingers were breaking with each punch. But thanks to the extreme and very taxing regeneration of the Titan form, along with the pain numbness of the Golden Titan’s Madness, I couldn’t even feel the pain.

The blows continued as the rakshasa around us were sent flying from the shockwaves of each blow. Whenever the Black Noble tried to raise its head, another fist would slam it back to the ground. The ground shook with each impact, creating a crater around us.

Blow after consecutive blow, my bones broke and regenerated, while the hard skull of the rakshasa barely suffered any damage, yet the constant concussive blows were making its reactions duller.

The constant explosive outburst of power from each blow sounded like the endless rumble of a furious storm thundering endlessly as if beckoning the end of a world. But that wasn’t enough to put this damn thing to rest.

Since it was a Noble Black, it came with an additional option: two massive bone wings that emerged out of its back. The wings were jagged and covered in a dark, glistening substance, making them look even more menacing. It instantly used them to stab me in the shoulder blades. It was sudden and felt like serrated blades being shoved into my back.

That only served to piss me off some more as I slammed my open hands into the wings of the Black Noble and headbutted it into the ground, making a final shockwave that blasted any nearby rakshasa.

My comrades arrived immediately to our perimeter, seeing my clear advantage over the Black Noble. No one dared fight me for it, and they handled the few rakshasa that were annoying me like little pests. The battlefield was a chaotic mess of combat and carnage, with bodies and weapons scattered everywhere.

The Blue Sun had completely stopped fighting the Rakshasa as she watched what was going on with wide-open eyes along with a strange smile on her face.

The Black Noble wasn’t going down nor falling unconscious, and I felt my head spin as I probably fractured my skull by headbutting its golden-capped head. If I can’t break it, then I’ll tear it apart. My grip tightened on the creature’s right-wing, pulling tight enough that the veins on my arm bulged out.

The entire wing dislocated, extending disgustingly far from its back while the Black Noble went in a flurry of screeches as the pain was too much for it. With a pop and a forceful pull, blue blood sprayed all over the corridor.

The right-wing was gone, and while the Black Noble was screaming in agonized pain, I shoved the butt of its wing right into its open mouth, trying to tear away at its neck. But the fucker was just too damn sturdy. Suddenly its eyes turned bright red, glowing with a malevolent light.

My entire body shivered as I felt something wrong was happening. The world stopped, and I found myself in my sea of consciousness. The once open, endless sea had now turned into a massive floating orb, an inner world invaded by this creature. He wanted to take down my soul so it could defeat me. I guess this is how they consume their prey.

As I tried to expel it from my sea of consciousness, something strange happened. The Noble Black was trying to run away from my sea of consciousness as if it had seen its worst nightmare. Perhaps the draconic soul had a hand in this, but after extending my mind to the Draconic Soul, it was still sitting on its throne at the high mountain, while the Black Noble was being chased by my Dark Soul.

The Dark Soul, which feasted on negativity and all that is unwell, was not the food for a creature abhorred by the heavens. No, my Dark Soul was the hunter of the dark, and the Rakshasa was its prey. Before my Dark Soul could even reach it, the Noble Black immediately eliminated a portion of its existence to escape my Sea of Consciousness, forcefully weakening itself. This was… interesting.

Back in the real world, the Black Rakshasa furiously twisted its body trying to escape the pin and mount, but it only exposed its back for me as it began pulling at the ground, breaking its claws against the hard floor to try and escape from under my knees. It was screaming like a child having seen a clown for the first time, terrified and utterly mortified by what it had just seen.

It was as if its worst nightmares had been manifested in reality, and it was trying to run away from it. It didn’t care that it was being pummeled, nor did it care that I grabbed its second wing and tore it away.

All it wanted to do was run away as it screeched in horror, causing every other nearby rakshasa to flee in terror. If their commander was that terrified of what they saw, then there was no need for them to remain near it. But I wasn’t about to allow it to escape. Both my fingers dug deep under the jawline of the fiend, and I bent my body back along with the entire creature.

My heart pumped, and I made it pump some more by inducing an unhealthy and almost fatal dose of Adrenaline by poison manipulation, forcefully removing every limiting factor of my body. With a roar enough to wake the dead, every vein in my body pumped with furious vigor. My fingers dug deep into the jaw of the Black Noble, as my back arched and its muscles pumped some more.

Unbridled, unrestrained, uncontrolled, unchecked, and unleashed—a power that I never thought I had in me.

The rakshasa was vomiting blood as it desperately tried to get away from me, scratching and tearing at the flesh of my arm that immediately repaired itself. But it knew well that I wasn’t going to let go. I roared as my eyes flared in extreme green light while my entire body was engulfed in a blazing fury of my Soul Flame, burning the Black Noble that tried to resist, causing it more pain.

"HEAVENS! BEAR WITNESS TO THE STRENGTH OF YOUR CREATION!" I roared, and as if encouraged by the heavens themselves, my entire body was suddenly invigorated ten times more. Every fiber of my being felt an incredulous amount of power coursing through it.

A sound so disgusting and so mortifying echoed immediately after as the neck bones of the Black Noble snapped and shattered, while the skin on its neck began ripping and tearing. Then suddenly the entire head, along with its entire spinal cord, was ripped out of its body, gushing a wave of blue blood that exploded outward.

I stood there, victorious, my hands raised with fingers digging deep into the skull of the Rakshasa’s still-gaping mouth. The battlefield around me fell silent, the surviving rakshasa fleeing in terror, leaving me standing in the midst of carnage and triumph.