Re: Evolution Online-Chapter 743: Time to join the party!

"Alright. It's time I joined this party!" With a big grin, Liam unsheathed his black dragon sword and jumped into the middle of the fray.

This beast horde was not just a chance for him to level up and amass more minions but it was also a perfect chance for him to unlock two of the remaining seals on his black dragon sword. So he did not want to miss this opportunity.

Before the horde thinned down, he was going to break open the seals that held him back.

With countless souls wailing around him, he was at his strongest and this was the most ideal atmosphere to face the backlash of the weapon or rather the dragons sealed within the weapons.

Liam grinned as he felt the thrill and bloodlust of the chaotic battle unfolding in front of him. Kicking his feet off the rock he was standing on, he jumped into the middle of the beast horde that was heading to the city.

Instantly the beasts around him started baring their fangs and charged at him with loud roars. However, all of these roars were drowned by the tremendous roar that erupted from his sword.

[Sword Dance]

Liam's body spun as he held the sword and he slashed at anything and everything that was close to him. Blood splattered everywhere and chunks of flesh flew left and right.

Within seconds both he and the sword he was holding were drenched in the blood of all sorts of beasts and chimeric monsters.

Liam did not even have to wait for long. It was only a few minutes before the inevitable reminder of the system prompted in front of him.

<Ding. A thousand bloodlines have been devoured>

<Ding. You have unlocked the 6th seal of your weapon>

For a moment complete silence enveloped Liam cutting him off from the battlefield entirely. But this was very short-lived. It was the calm before the storm. The next instant this silence without any warning turned deadly.

Aaaarrghhh!

Liam screamed as a gigantic pressure leaked out of the sword in his hands that he was still clutching tightly. A nameless force shot from the earth he was standing on all the way to the sky. This force ripped everything apart.

The beasts that continued to charge toward him were all blown apart into smithereens. This force was a tornado uprooting everything in sight.

"Master!" Luna and the other minions turned to look at Liam. The two wyverns also looked at him but when they did, they started trembling in fear.

While the others simply saw a pillar of energy shooting up, these two draconian creatures could feel it in their souls. There were countless eyes peering out of this pillar of energy.

Every single one of them was slit-like and every single one of them was locked onto Liam. they defiantly stood tall and looked down upon him.

They were free! They were finally free to unleash a part of their presence outside the sword! Four out of the Nine seals had been broken and they were able to peak out of the damned sword!

ROAR! The several souls inside the sword bore into Liam with vengeance. They snorted in arrogance at the beasts clamouring around him. In front of their eyes, these were nothing but ants.

But as for the man who currently had control over them… ROAR! The pillar became even more intense. It was as if it wanted to devour everything in sight and become more powerful.

For a second, Liam couldn't breathe. He was drowning in this strange power that was completely wrapped around him and suffocating him.

But this time he did not fall to the ground and convulse like a weakling. He was already prepared for this and that was why he decided to break this seal in the first place.

"GIVE IT UP!" He shouted and started pulling the souls lingering all around him. He used them to make himself stronger, and retain his sanity.

He had never tried this before and he was not 100% sure how exactly to proceed with this or how to even comprehend soul energy but since this was threatening his very life, he knew that his instincts would kick in.

He tried to notice how exactly the black dragon souls were trying to affect him and used the surplus souls around him to cover this weakness.

Naturally, he was not efficient but at this point, he did not care about wastage or anything. He just used whatever he could get his hands on en masse and made it into a shield that protected him from the wrath of the black dragon souls.

The instant this feeling popped up in his mind, he started digging into his heels further. He held onto this feeling and tried to picture a shield all around him made out of these souls, sort of like a cocoon.

Immediately, the pressure on him reduced tremendously. He was slowly by slowly regaining more control of his mind and senses.

With this foothold, now he started making the cocoon around him thicker and thicker. Wisps of strong soul essence drifted around him, answering his command.

The souls within the sword trembled in rage. Even they could feel the pull coming from him. They might have helped him in the past but they would never submit to a mere mortal like him.

They would rather cease to exist than suffer this humiliation. They were powerful ancient creatures that stood at the top of the world. Even if they perish, they would never submit to an ant like him.

SNORT! The black dragon souls collectively roared and dove down to attack the newly made cocoon. They tried to bombard it and shatter it.

Liam shivered. Everything in his world shook, but he knew he was on the right path and he also did not want to back down. He gritted his teeth and bore everything, pulling even more souls toward him in a frenzy.

The dragon souls saw this and became extremely furious. The human had tricked them! This was a completely unfair battleground!

He was at his strongest and they were at their weakest. They couldn't do anything to the ant toying with them in this pathetic world and the pathetic essence that lingered in the world.

They continued unwillingly ramming against the soul cocoon a few more times but soon, they had no other choice.

Another earth-shattering roar echoed from the pillar of energy as the dragon souls returned back to the sword, silently simmering within the confines of the weapon.