Enoch Razvolnic 4

The Death Knight Lancelot’s paramount ability involved manifesting Phantasmalswords altogether.

Not mere illusory facsimiles, but utterly lethal blades – if he unleashed ten Phantasmalswords and his opponent failed perceiving them accurately, their corporeal form would suffer ten corresponding lacerations without any falsehoods involved whatsoever.

A Vanguard Commander’s authority proved anything but simplistic affairs after all.

“Face my unholy slaughters…!!”

As Lancelot swept his sword through empty space, around thirty translucent blades materialized behind his back simultaneously.

Those thirty Phantasmalswords descended in unison aiming for Doyun’s demise outright.

Yet Doyun casually strode forwards directly into that hailstorm of blades without flinching whatsoever.

Just as he had experimentally verified earlier – Lancelot retained every iota of his former powers prior to that initial demise after all.

Each manifested blade represented genuine lethalities potentially beheading Doyun altogether. Yet at their core essences, Phantasmalswords nonetheless proved phantasmal after all – and one negation method remained intimately familiar to Doyun from the continent over a century ago.

Starting from the 17th regression timeline, Lancelot could no longer contend against Enoch’s transcendent supremacies whatsoever despite previously narrow skill discrepancies alone.

For the sole reason eventually enabling Enoch dominating Lancelot so decisively involved his [Seventh Sense] itself.

‘I can perceive them.’

As Doyun extended his senses outwards, twenty-nine illusory blades flickered out of existence simultaneously – leaving only the singular blade gripped within Lancelot’s own gauntlet manifesting with vivid clarity instead.

Completely disregarding those now-invisible phantasms altogether, Doyun simply thrust forwards decisively targeting that singular point alone:

[Buske’s Style Swordsmanship – Spear Deflection]

Ksheohhhhnnngggg-

From that singular point where both blades intersected perfectly, circular shockwaves radiated outwards vertically – those unleashed forces shattering the twenty-nine illusory phantasms like fragile wineglass constructs altogether.

Lancelot reacted with visceral shock witnessing his signature Phantasmalswords get dispelled so trivially:

“Impossible…!”

Only Razvolnic himself had ever managed negating those phantasmal blades so decisively across their previous confrontations after all!

Doyun glared stoically through those translucent helm visors staring directly into Lancelot’s vacant essence beyond.

Upon their gazes intersecting, Lancelot flinched instinctively – for Doyun’s irises blazed with exactly that same radiant aureate brilliance reminiscent of that man from a century ago.

‘That mana hue…!’

How could any so-called successor emanate Razvolnic’s unmistakable signature auras so authentically?!

Doyun readjusted his sword grips into more personalized stances moving forward – no need indulging Lancelot with further Buske decorum from this moment onwards.

“Ruaaaaaahhhh!!”

Lancelot swept his blade furiously generating over a hundred Phantasmalswords materializing simultaneously across every conceivable vector surrounding Doyun relentlessly.

Yet Doyun simply weaved between those tempestuous storm fronts effortlessly – his signature evasions accompanied by preternatural [Seventh Sense] detection awareness easily reading every lethal trajectories altogether augmented by centuries’ worth of firsthand experience clashing against Lancelot specifically.

Eventually, Doyun audaciously reached out seizing that singular corporeal blade directly with his bare hand:

“…! Y-, You madman…!!”

Reacting with palpable shock at such an unprecedented humiliation never experienced across every single lifetime ever whether before or after that fateful demise itself –

Lancelot reflexively attempted wrenching that blade free yet found his ethereal essence simply lacked the strength altogether against Doyun’s unyielding vice grip.

For Doyun would never relinquish that precious edge so readily while his senses remained active:

[Hecules’ Style Martial Arts – Supreme Iron Grip]

Kkhuhdduhduhukt…!

That indestructible artifact-grade Demon Gauntlet combined with enough brute force to pulverize entire mountain ranges altogether simply refused relinquishing its death grip whatsoever.

Doyun proceeded vibrating mana frequencies directly into that trapped blade itself:

[Overlord’s Divine Palm]

Kaahhhng!

“…!”

The bisecting shockwaves generated shattered Lancelot’s blade into two jagged halves simultaneously.

Not waiting for Lancelot to recover whatsoever, Doyun proceeded without any respites:

Specialized mana vibration patterns coalesced around his own sword blade instead. As he swung that blade down, Lancelot could not even register any incoming offensive at all – hastily raising those broken shards purely on defensive instincts alone in sheer desperation.

Right before impact however, Doyun reoriented that sword laterally to the side – the flat of the blade rather than sharpened edge impacting against Lancelot’s own instead.

[Razvolnic’s Style Swordsmanship – Cicala’s Shriek]

Kkirriiiinggg-

Razor-focused reverberations traveled along both blades directly into Lancelot’s metaphysical essence – those specialized vibrational frequencies paralyzing his entire corporeal manifestation in utter immobility altogether.

Normally inflicting no more than 0.5 seconds of transient debilitation at most. Yet Doyun’s transcendent mana mastery eclipsed biological limitations ages ago – Lancelot would remain shackled for at minimum several dozen seconds overall until released.

Doyun placed his palm against Lancelot’s chestplate before lowering his head solemnly while exhaling a particularly meaningful sigh beforehand:

“Huu…”

Even Lancelot could sense distilled wrath permeating through those trembling fingertips pressing against his torso directly.

Doyun’s blade pierced straight into Lancelot’s abdomen simultaneously.

Kkwahdukt!

“Kuhh… Hurk…!”

Paralyzed with that embedded blade protruding outwards, Lancelot groaned painfully.

“…How did you acquire Vuyskr’s soul fragments?”

“Hurk… Ugghh…!”

Without any responses forthcoming, Doyun channeled specialized vibrational frequencies through that impaling sword directly – Overlord’s Divine Palm but micro-tuned instead for interrogative purposes altogether.

Kkirigigigihk-

Accompanied by metallic reverberations shaking apart armor plates alongside metaphysical anguish rattling one’s very essence, Lancelot cried out torturously:

“Guh… Aaaaaahhhh!!”

“Speak truthfully.”

Doyun twisted that blade slowly upwards cleaving across Lancelot’s chest cavity gradually:

Kkuhdduhdduhdukt…

“Aah… Aaaahhhh…!!”

“I said speak you damnable cur!”

He growled lowly with utterly glacial wrath permeating his hushed undertones altogether.

“Huhk, Huhk! Gohl’s! Fortress… Battle…!”

Lancelot finally started revealing information under such unrelenting pressures:

“We… The Vanguard Commanders headed towards the demesne of the fallen Lich King Gohl… To harvest his soul essence and resurrect… him…”

The paramount necromantic grandmaster transcending even mortality itself, the fallen Lich King Gohl.

His estate also represented the consecrated grounds where Vuyskr himself had passed away entombed originally.

“However… Inexplicably, Gohl’s soul had been utterly annihilated altogether…! Kuhhk…”

“Gohl’s soul? For what reasons?”

Whenever living beings perished normally, soul fragments always lingered behind within those locales assuredly.

Which meant the Demon Lord’s armies must have made haste towards those consecrated grounds recovering those residual essences instead – that much remained comprehensible overall.

Yet even a paramount existence like Gohl the Lich King who had transcended mortality itself – verifying his soul’s complete and utter annihilation rather than fragmentation represented an utter anomaly altogether!

“I, I know not! Truly! Only that we… we managed acquiring mere fragments of Vuyskr’s lingering soul essences at those hallowed grounds. Yet even that… For what reasons, we understood not…”

“…And just what nonsense entails those implications?”

Vuyskr’s soul had been rent asunder into fragments scattered randomly? Just what unmitigated absurdities could Lancelot spew forth next?

Yet Doyun’s [Seventh Sense] confirmed every single syllable as unvarnished truth without exceptions whatsoever.

‘Just what nightmarish revelations await…?’

At that very moment Doyun lapsed into confusion lowering his guard ever so fleetingly amidst processing such harrowing implications altogether:

Kkirrigiiikk-

“…!”

He only barely flung himself sideways rolling just in time – five razor-sharp claw gashes gouging into that very spot he had occupied mere moments beforehand.

“Sheesh… You dimwitted fucktards truly. Peh-“

Fluttering downwards leisurely, Satan spat directly into Lancelot’s faceplate contemptuously.

‘Dammit…!’

Channeling aetheric forces from the Nebula ring, Doyun rematerialized his blade before charging directly towards both Satan and Lancelot without any hesitation whatsoever.

Yet a thick bullwhip nonchalantly bisected his path altogether – forcing Doyun backwards temporarily in kind.

Kwahkwahkwahng-!

Despite being just a mere whip strike, that sheer kinetic impact shattered ground zones akin to explosive bombardments altogether – upheaving fresh magma geysers erupting skywards in its devastating wake.

Deflecting those encroaching lava flows once more, Doyun glanced upwards following those dissipating obsidian clouds:

“Care for a playdate handsome?”

Stroking her palm suggestively across her ample bosom, Lilith had arrived floating leisurely overhead altogether.

Scowling venomously, Doyun’s features contorted into barely constrained disgust instead:

“Back off you damned whore before facing a gruesome end!”

“…Excuse me?”

All traces of expression vanished from Lilith’s visage momentarily altogether.

“…You dare speak so brazenly? Just like that rude bastard himself before daring labeling you his successor it seems…?”

Invoking those exact same contemptuous pejoratives that man had addressed her with over a century ago.

Recalling how that irredeemable savage had forcibly stolen her innocence, Lilith raised her whip menacingly – viscous demonic miasma beginning seeping outwards saturating that scourge thoroughly.

“Then I simply must break you into a suitable plaything like before…!”

Lilith whipped that scourge lashingly without restraint whatsoever. As Doyun deflected it away, reverberating impacts traveled up his sword grip audibly – Chiiing. No mere whip could possibly generate anywhere near such overwhelming kinetic forces altogether!

Despite being deflected outwards, that whiplash trajectory never faltered maintaining its sheer momenta instead – weaving intricate winding arcs manifesting along its full extensible lengths unpredictably.

Lacking any dedicated combat specialties altogether, Lilith’s chaotic ever-shifting whip trajectories represented her quintessential fighting style itself – that sheer unpredictability exhausting conventional warriors eventually opening lethal vulnerabilities for deathblows striking home decisively.

An utterly infamous technique thanks to its annoying relentless dexterities punishing foes unendingly.

While evading those lashing assaults defensively, Doyun glanced over towards Satan alongside the nearby Lancelot momentarily:

‘…I absolutely cannot miss this opportunity.’

Having desecrated Vuyskr’s soul himself, Lancelot alone would face extermination without fail no matter what transpired across this battlefield today even at the costs of taking grievous casualties himself!

“You’re seriously sparing a glance aside?! Have you gone utterly insane?!”

Lilith’s whip manifested impossibly intricate trajectories fluctuating without restraint between every unpredictable vector imaginable assailing Doyun simultaneously without any respites forthcoming whatsoever.

Yet Doyun simply redirected his footwork effortlessly avoiding each and every assault without breaking stride whatsoever.

“Hmm?”

Even second, third and fourth strikes continuously missed without ever landing clean blows against him at all under any circumstances imaginable.

Despite such dazzlingly complex offensive sequences bombarding him consecutively, Doyun simply moved with such sublime fluidity evading everything effortlessly as if toying around altogether.

“Wh-, What…?”

Lilith reacted with visible bewilderment intensifying her whiplashes even further still without restraint whatsoever.

Yet to Doyun, each individual assault represented little more than utter child’s play altogether – especially having captured her alive a century ago altogether after all.

Over two centuries’ worth of combat instincts culminating from endless regressed reincarnations – accompanied by those [Seventh Sense] preternatural detection abilities innately.

‘Fielding nothing but singly veteran commanders culled from over a hundred years ago ended up working to my advantage instead.’

Were any newly promoted commanders like Berthe deployed here instead, even just one individually would have represented utterly daunting adversaries overwhelming Doyun’s capacities altogether.

Yet upon this very same battlefield at least, everyone here represented nothing except utterly familiar foes to him anymore.

Lilith started faltering visibly amidst Doyun’s effortless evasions altogether:

‘Wait, what…? Even as his alleged successor, how could he possibly move so identically like that man himself…?’

Showcasing those same unmistakable Razvolnic motion principles evading her attacks almost contemptuously left Lilith utterly rattled inwardly.

Eventually Doyun maneuvered himself outside her assault perimeters altogether before slashing outwards decisively:

[Razvolnic’s Style Swordsmanship – Blade Winds]

Kshurahk-

Every loose lava droplet alongside debris shard deflected outwards from Lilith’s relentless whiplash bombardments reversed trajectories simultaneously – converging inwards burying her underneath an overwhelming barrage altogether.

“Kyah!”

Though he could have easily eliminated her outright right there, Doyun raced towards Lancelot’s position without any hesitation whatsoever instead.

Detecting malicious killing intent assailing from behind, Lancelot whirled around instinctively – that Razvolnic successor rapidly closing in without restraint whatsoever.

He squirmed desperately calling out:

“Sa-, Satan! Hurry it up! He’s coming after me!”

“Ah shit, dude’s crazy persistent ain’t he?! Just keep squirming and I’ll be right with ya!”