I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 265: A Named Monster [Part 2]: Daughter Of The Lost Skies

The beast slowly and majestically moved its powerful legs, its blue eyes gleaming at Northern with the dangerous oversight of a predator eyeing its prey.

Northern stood straight, looking at the beautiful monster.

To top it all, the Mortal Blade was unable to get through its scales.

With more force, it probably would, but the whole thing was just annoying.

Northern wondered for a second where the rest of the cohort was and if they were facing the same thing.

But he quickly pushed the thought to the back of his head. Right now, he just needed to focus on himself alone.

He thought about materializing Koll’s soul again, but it wouldn’t work like that.

Right now, he knew he wouldn’t be able to. While he was able to use Koll’s soul on another level and execute a level of attack that could even be considered near an Ascendant’s, it placed a great burden on his own soul.

Frequent use was bound to cause some damage.

So he had decided that putting them on his clone was the most efficient way to use the soul.

And right now, that would just seem like cheating.

He gained nothing from the fight with the Kirithon and he didn’t regret it as much. The situation at the time demanded that the creature be dealt with as soon as possible.

But this was a different case.

Just like in the rift... this... he wanted to enjoy this too.

Slowly, a twisted grin crept up Northern’s face.

With an outburst of black sparks, the Soul Taker appeared in his other hand.

Then he shifted his left foot backward a little and lowered his upper body following it.

The Mortal Blade was carelessly resting over his shoulder while the tip of the Soul Taker extended outward, glimmering with the ecstasy to be adorned by the nourishing essence of this monster’s soul.

And...

Whoosh!

Northern disappeared, reappearing behind the monster, already adorned in black armor with blue glows here and there.

The Lumidrake jumped fiercely away and instantly recounted itself, lunging at Northern with a ferocious roar from its virulent maw.

The Lumidrake’s roar echoed through the mountainous landscape, a sound that seemed to make the very air vibrate with its primal power.

Northern braced himself, the force of the creature’s leap creating a gust of wind that whipped past him. The beast’s azure claws glowed ominously, promising nothing but crude devastation.

Northern’s eyes narrowed, two pupils separating as he gauged the distance.

In an instant, he twirled, his body a blur of movement, and brought the Soul Taker up in a sweeping arc.

The blade connected with one of the Lumidrake’s claws, sending a shower of blue sparks cascading through the air.

The beast howled in anger, its blue eyes burning with intense fury.

It lashed out with its tail, the sharp, crystalline spikes aiming to impale Northern.

But he was ready. With a deft sidestep, he avoided the deadly appendage and countered with a swift slash from the Mortal Blade aimed at the creature’s exposed flank.

However, the Lumidrake was faster than he anticipated.

It twisted mid-air, the scales on its side glowing brightly as it deflected the blade’s edge.

Northern felt the impact vibrate up his arm, and he gritted his teeth, pushing against the force.

With a growl, the Lumidrake’s maw opened, releasing a stream of Azure Flame.

The ethereal blue fire surged toward Northern, illuminating the darkness of the forest.

Instead of leaping away, the helmet of Night Terror armor unfurled and covered his face.

Northern shot into the flames, becoming a blur of movement himself, and before the beast could react, he lodged the Mortal Blade into its open mouth.

It all happened like he had been expecting it to.

The monster probably had a surplus amount of soul essence to spare.

Soul Taker dealt soul damage, but Northern currently did not know how long it would take for the monster to drop dead from all his attacks.

If he decided to place all of his hope on the Soul Taker, this could become a battle of attrition.

And that would turn out to be a battle he wasn’t sure he could win.

Besides, he shouldn’t just rely on one means. Now he stood as a pillar of objectivity, using all he had in his arsenal to ensure his win.

To truly deduce how powerful he was.

He dug the onyx blade deeper, flames sparking and shattering as the monster gagged on Northern’s sword.

Blue gore dripped down like expensive silk.