The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 89: Qyriwirth (7)

The Lunar Blade.

The greatest Transcendent of all time.

Utilising his signature black blade, he mowed through enemies like weeds on his lawn, annihilating dozens without even breaking a sweat. With unparalleled skill and mastery of his sword, he spat in the face of overwhelming odds. Cloaked in shadow, he swept battlefields and brought the world to his feet.

Manipulating the essence of the Moon in his swordplay, most weren't able to follow his movements and those who could, were unable to stop it.

And the mastery of the Lunar Blade... had now resurfaced in Hyades.

[The Moon?]

"..."

Amon didn't bother to reply. Charging up his mana, he used the Six Moons in his arsenal to create a clandestine silvery Aura. Coated in pure silver, the borderline between shadow and light was blinding enough that the Blood Demon could not hold its own. However, it wasn't all blinding light.

Shadows unfurled from the bright moons, spilling over like ink over paper. Shadows turned into a black mist that superseded the Blood Mist of Qyriwirth and turned the battlefield into Amon's domain. Mana turned into pressure that cracked the ground, and an illusory form of a phantom swordsman manifested itself.

Qyriwirth narrowed its draconic eyes, attempting to make sense of what he was witnessing. Amon's presence had faded away, and in his place, a solemn, lonesome warrior.

A warrior of myth. A swordsman who slaughtered thousands with mechanical precision. A transmigrator that moved dimensions, and...

A Transcendent.

Amon's Six Moons adhered to his will. Emulating the dominant Solaris Mystic Arts, Amon had created his own set of divine techniques that mirrored and, in some ways, surpassed the Solaris signature abilities. Utilising the Lunar mana he kept hidden yet cultivated so well, Amon showed the full extent of his genius as he executed the first move of the Lunar Mystic Arts. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

'Dusk.'

A full Moon unfurled in the makeshift sky of the Blood Dome, breaking the red light with its luminescent glow. The emergent moonlight instantly detonated the Blood Demon's summons, leaving it all on its lonesome. With its troops gone, Qyriwirth showed a rare face of panic as it bared its fangs and roared:

[Y-YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO?!]

The Blood Demon could no longer control its emotions. Its contempt for Amon was on full display as it cracked its claws and went into full alert. It was angry... but more importantly... It felt the one emotion it never thought it would have against a human.

Qyriwirth felt fear.

Against a mere human.

And that enraged the remnant soul of the mighty Blood Dragon sleeping within.

Naturally, Amon wasn't going to answer the enraged Demon. As far as he was concerned, Qyriwirth was just a dead man walking. Pouring more Lunar mana into Nyx, the black blade trembled with excitement and nostalgia.

As powerful as Nyx was with Solar mana and executing the Solaris Mystic Arts, it was a sword forged by Amon's Lunar mana through and through. It grew more powerful over the years by slaying humans through the use of Lunar mana, and it climbed in strength every time the familiar silver light was pumped into it.

There was no comparison.

Amon unleashed a silver crescent moon with a single slash, and that strike flew straight at the speed of light. Sharper than any blade in existence, the crescent moon sliced the air, almost making tears in the dimensional realm. And in its rage, the Blood Demon could not register the attack and had its entire torso slashed through.

But that wasn't the last of it. After slicing the draconic humanoid's rugged body, the crescent moon continued, extinguishing most of the Bloodfire surrounding the monster. All of the Blood Demon's prior intimidation had been reduced to cinders, and its momentum was killed...

With a single strike.

[GRTTT!!!]

Qyriwirth grunted and desperately attempted to heal itself. Burning its life essence, it managed to regrow much of its severed body parts, but at a rate much slower than before. All of its virile life essence, which had been saved for thousands of years, was now being drained exponentially. It was only a matter of time before its soul and mana would be depleted, leaving it with nothing more than an empty husk.

But it didn't matter.

[I will... kill you!!!]

The Blood Demon turned into a burning effigy of Bloodfire and rage. Whittling down its life essence as if it didn't have a care in the world, the monster roared in pure anguish as its mana rose to the sky like a pillar of flame. The atmosphere became heavy as the fiery being advanced into an intoxicated state.

An illusion of what it once was appeared in the reddened sky, creating a domination effect that would paralyse even the most powerful Knights. Let alone the ground; even the space within the Blood Dome was shaking.

Such was the power of a Dragon Sovereign.

Even though the Blood Demon was just a fragment of its soul, it was still an unparalleled deity that no human could overcome. Alas, Amon defied the odds. Staring straight at the burning Demon, he swung his blade in an arc and channelled his mana.

And with that, the Six Moon Knight disappeared.

[What?!]

Qyriwirth couldn't sniff Amon's visage as he disappeared into the darkness. No smell, no mana, no footprints... Not a single trace of the young Knight remained.

It was like he had become a phantom, a fragment of its imagination. The flaming Blood Demon tried desperately to sense Amon's position, and it even spun around multiple times to locate the pesky human. And that confusion made it too late to feel the danger lurking above its head.

Yet another crescent moon slash descended, slicing and dicing the Bloodfire on the draconic human's back. It free-fell like a skydiver, landing like a comet on the ashen ground. Turning into a fiery mosh pit, the Blood Demon attempted to reform itself into a corporeal being, only to be met with another crescent slash.

As Amon watched the Blood Demon suffer, his mind briefly wandered as he admired his marvellous skill.

'New Moon Veil.'

Using the phase of the New Moon, Amon could hide in the shadows, completely obscuring his presence. Without light, there won't even be a shadow—no sight, smell, touch, sound and most importantly... no presence.

Back on Earth, he used this ability to dominate the battlefield and complete covert missions in record time. An unseen enemy was dangerous, but an enemy that could hide from all senses?

That was absurd.

However, just hiding wasn't enough to kill his opponent. He needed a decisive and deadly strike that could surprise his foes without giving them a chance to react.

'Crescent Moon Slash.'

Mimicking the Crescent Moon, Amon powered a slash onto the tip of his blade and swung it in a crescent motion. The mana tip would create a vicious slash that could travel at the speed of light, replicating the beauty of the Crescent Moon.

It was Amon's, no, the Lunar Blade's signature ability. Few who faced the blinding lights lived to tell the tale, and even fewer knew how to counter it. It was a deadly attack with little to no chance of escape, and most had to face it head-on.

These two attacks were enough for Amon to be considered one of the most dangerous individuals in Hyades, but that was just the beginning of the Lunar Mystic Arts.

[YOU DIE!!!]

The Blood Demon let out a banshee's shriek, detonating its Bloodfire far and wide. If it couldn't see Amon, it would use a wide-area attack to flood him out.

And it worked.

With nowhere to run, Amon was forced to confront the deadly Bloodfires with his strength. Fortunately, he had the ability in his arsenal to do such a thing. He swung Nyx from the left and down at his waist. Silver Aura gathered over the black blade, making it look more prominent than it already was.

Bloodfire was a relentless flame. Once it landed on a person, it would continue to burn until the person was reduced to embers. With that risk in mind, Amon couldn't risk the Blood Demon's fire even touching his shoes. And hence, he executed his technique.

'Waxing Gibbous Moon.'

Amon swung Nyx slowly, almost as if it were a golf club. At that speed, it looked like it was going in slow motion. However, that was just a ruse. The mana within Nyx accelerated rapidly and before the Bloodfire could approach the young Knight...

BOOM!!!

It flew backwards, detonating violently behind Amon. The flames flickered like Satan's tongue but never tasted Amon. The mana-rich Bloodfire dissipated, giving Amon a brief reprieve in the fight and the Blood Demon a dropped jaw.

To combat against magic users, Amon created a godlike counter that could parry any magic spell shot at him. It didn't matter if it was a fireball, lightning bolt or earth spike. Amon could parry it with Nyx as long as it was made with mana.

But that was only the first half...

[!!!]

Seeing that Amon had come into the light, Qyriwirth didn't waste its opportunity. Flying over at speeds exceeding the sound barrier, the Blood Demon clenched its fist into a hefty ball of strength and used every ounce of its physical being to turn Amon into a paste. Even though weakened, it still possessed a robust young Knight in Torin, strengthening its body with draconic scales and features.

No matter how much the Solaris Bloodline blessed Amon, he couldn't out-punch a real Dragon.

At least, that's what it thought.

Whoosh!!!

Amon swung Nyx once again, this time from right to left. In the same manner, the same tempo. However, the results were vastly different. The tip of the black blade made contact with the Blood Demon's fist, reflecting the attack right back at it. Qyriwirth flew backwards like a puppet with its strings cut, slamming onto the ground just as violently as it expected Amon to.

'Waning Gibbous Moon.'

If Amon's earlier parry could counter all magic spells, his new strike parried all physical ones.

Magic didn't work. Physical attacks didn't work. Out-ranging him was out of the question. There was nothing... the Blood Demon could do to defeat Amon. All it could do was wait for its end as its life essence was drained into nothingness.

At the end of its ropes, all Qyriwirth could do was let out a blood-curdling roar.

Sensing that the end was near, Amon didn't grow complacent. Holding Nyx over his head, he summoned all Six of his Moons and gave them free rein to orbit around him. Lunar mana spiked in the vicinity as his silver Aura grew ever more resplendent.

In the end, there was only one outcome for the Blood Demon when it trapped Amon in the Blood Dome.

It's eventual death.

'Full Moon Descent.'