FVN Chapter 21 Fire Demon Samurai Massacre
Chapter 21 Fire Demon Samurai Massacre
As it started to fall, I reached as far forward as i could and grabbed a plank hoping the ropes would hold the planks together at least that far up. The bridge fell and I swung down towards the cliff wall. The samurai grabbed onto my remaining leg as we swung and slammed into the cliff.
We were both able to hang on. He was starting to climb up my leg like a pole. I had to get rid of him fast. I made a sword with Vi and tried to cut off my other leg but the blade wasn't sharp enough or dense enough to cut through the bone.
If pure Vi wouldn't work, then maybe Vi infused blood would. I bit my arm until it started bleeding. Then I focused on pulling the blood out of my arm and down my hand to create a blood sword. Once it was complete, I swung as hard as I could at my leg.
The sword sliced right through the flesh and bone of my leg as well as that of the samurai's arm, because he had reached farther up my body to get a better grip. With my leg and his arm severed, he fell down and splattered on the rocks below.
[You have defeated an elite samurai warrior! Lv. 3 Divine Realm]
[Secondary Objective Completed! Additional benefits will be distributed upon completion of the Main Objectives]
I began my long climb up what was left of the rope bridge using only my arms. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. With all the training I'd been through to strengthen my body with Vi, I was plenty strong enough to climb up this rope bridge.
When I got to the top, both my legs had grown back. Too bad I didn't have any shoes though. I would have to steal a pair from one of my enemies. While my vampiric healing was probably very strong by now, I doubt they could grow back my legs that fast. I wasn't sure they would be able to do it at all. But the troll's regeneration that I had acquired could and did.
I looked at the path leading up to the stronghold. It was riddled with samurai, except their swords were on fire and they had glowing red eyes. Don't ask me why, because I didn't know. It was probably a game thing. Enemies had to get harder the closer to your objective you got.
Before entering the fray, I experimented with blood weapons I could create. I could make blades appear anywhere on my body, I could make basic medieval weapons like maces and hammers and swords, but I couldn't make anything bigger than a long sword.
There was an archer posted on the tower behind the gate. He took aim at me and fired. I dodged out of the way. I didn't have any long range to kill him, but the thing Ravenkin had said about blood bullets being red paintballs without advanced control gave me an idea.
I bit my arm again and pulled out a paintball sized amount of blood. I turned it into an orb in the air and waited for the archer to fire. I dodged again, but this time when he nocked another arrow, I fired the blood bullet at his face.
Using as much control as I had I was able to maintain the liquid orb shape until it hit him. When it hit, it splattered blood into his eyes.
"Oh my god! My eyes! There's blood in my eyes! I can't see! I'm blind! I'll never see again!
Why do the gods hate me!"
I was about to yell out that he was being dramatic, but he tumbled over the railing and out of the tower, landing on the ground next to me. It was at least a forty foot drop. He landed face first too. Yeah, he was dead. Probably broke his neck on impact.
Well, that didn't solve my problem of not being able to get in, since it wasn't like there was a key for the gate I could snatch off his body.
The only option I saw was knocking it down or destroying it. I punched it with Vi empowered fists but that barely put a dent in the wood. And it hurt my knuckles.
Time to try blasting it down. Technically, I have never performed a Vi blast, but I knew they existed. Hoping that was good enough, I put my hands flat against the gate. I gathered up as much Vi as I could in my hands, condensed it, and gathered up even more.
Then I released the energy through my palms all at once. To say I broke the gate would be an understatement. I blasted the doors off the hinges. They went flying and the air filled with wood dust and floating particles.