The Supreme Satanic System

Damien's new transformation also astonished Ashbee who was also examining his opponent, and he also spotted the terrifying aura oozing out from Damien. "Can I get the name of this physical metamorphosis technique?" he asked earnestly.

"Satanic Transformation," responding shortly, Damien slashed down his black katana using the Unique Spatial Law ingrained into the sword energy. As usual, no energy leaked out from the katana, it was more like Damien was slashing simply in the air. But it was not the real case as a tiny spatial tear appeared just behind Ashbee and a curvy, long-haired-like white sword energy crawled out at a fast speed.

Sensing it, Ashbee quickly tapped his staff on the ground and all the seven bangles attaching to its tip chimed a transparent dome materialized around him. Still, the peril didn't end there, so hankered down. And his incredulous sharp instinct saved his life as the horizontal hair-thin sword cleaved the transparent magical dome in the magical, even the staff was knocked a few meters away from Ashbee. "It's a good technique, and manipulating the spatial nodes up to this level of expertise, I can only say, is commendable!" He praised him.

Damien didn't give him the chance to retrieve his staff as with a single step he took forward, his figure turned blurry and reappeared hacking his katana aiming for his opponent's waistline. 

"Dwarf Sky Skiting Technique," muttering softly, Ashbee started wobbling his hip as he sidestepped in a quick manner. And his dodging technique was working perfectly against the sword dance style of his opponent. At last, he stopped after gaining some gap and began gathering a large amount of energy in his hand. When his right fist glowed with golden light, he stormed toward Damien and punched, aiming for the katana, which was also hacking horizontally.

The golden fist and the katana collided, making a crispy sound as an electric spark ignited from the point of contact. An unbalanced, volatile force gathered in between, and with a thundering banging sound, it forced both of them back.

Both of them skidded on the hard ground, Damien stopped his momentum by sticking his katana on the ground whereas, in the pretext of skidding back, Ashbee picked his magical staff back as if it was all coincident. But Damien knew it was all happening within his opponent's calculation.

Seeing the small mushroom white cloud in between them, Damien muttered, "Hmm, it seems like his aim for that rash punch is just a decoy to retrieve the staff. Well played!"

'Yeah, I heard you loud and clear. So, you better fight him using your wits.' Suggested Cynthia, telepathically in his head. 

By that time, the number of clones also kept reducing with minimum kill against the horde of the beasts. Therefore, a gigantic black panther charged toward the real Damien from his left. Without even batting an eye at it, he waved his katana to the left, and the next thing, its head flew away from its body which was still in midair, red mist of blood sprayed all around for a second. Ignoring the fact that he slaughtered the black panther easily, almost all the beats nearby poured at him with no care for their lives. This also meant two theories here; either their intelligences were too negligible to understand the level of threat exuding from their target or they were completely under the control of Ashbee.

"Fine, I'll clear all of this nuisance first before I return to claim your life," mumbled, Damien changed his direction as he dashed toward the center of the horde. After reaching there, which was somewhere on one rooftop, he started pouring his dark essence energy derived from the ignition of a drop of a pure Satanic Bloodline in his heart. As the dark, corrosive energy got inside it, the katana which was already dull black started turning even blacker, a luster could also be seen from it. "Alright, this might be more than enough," Damien moved his feet forward and started spinning like a top and bellowed, "Satanic Slash!" He was also expecting the result as this was his first time using this technique at the expense of his Satanic Blood. 

As he swept the blade in the air, it discharged a plum of inky black liquid, disappointing Damien a bit. However, it grew in size like a balloon and exploded, discharging dark particles in all directions. By far, each of the particles soaked the horde of the beasts, blanketing a thin gray hue around their bodies. Feeling uncomfortable, they tried to shake off the strange tangible energy, which was unfortunate as they glued to their skins. Some of them roared, and some rolled over the ground, but the next thing, those gray hues drilled into multiple orifices on their heads and vanished from view.

Just at that moment, Ashbee frowned as somehow he lost control over those beasts he summoned.

Ding! With a familiar dinging sound, a notification popped up in his head.

[New Skill Learned!]

[Satanic Slash: It's the ability to control beasts and other creatures with inferior intelligence!]

[Number Of Beasts In Control: 11,257]

After the notification chimed, somehow, Damien felt as if he'd an invisible network linking all the brains of the beasts with him as if he was the alpha of them. All the beasts turned toward him knelt and roared as if they were greeting their king. With just a thought, Damien could now instruct them to do his bidding.

"Ho ho ho, this's good. Alright, let's see how you can stop this." Then with a thought, the horde of beasts dashed toward the dwarf, holding the magical staff. In the meantime, he sat on the back of a gigantic elephant to watch an entertaining show. As the tide had finally turned to his side.

"Oh, Great Sage Darhk, I'm baffled with this new beast-taming skill of yours as it could even remove my blood marks and replace something else inside them. But worry not, our fight is just starting, now." Said Ashbee, praising his opponent… (please, stay tuned!)