Online In Another World
Chapter 252 Chaos Throttle

There were no words needed by the others for them to figure out it was best to stay put for the time being, knowing there would only be a risk of crossfire if they interfered with the transformed states of the two in their combat against Amon.

“…It’s always scary seein’ that form, but damn does it feel good knowin’ that’s on our team!” Everett said with a smirk, standing aside.

Yuna held Melisande close, staying by the treeline as the silver-haired girl groaned, feeling her abdomen bruising from the knee received.

“You’re lucky you managed to activate some level of reinforcement before that attack landed, it seems,” Yuna said, “Good job.”

“Nngh…Emilio,” Melisande sat up a bit, watching.

Both the Dragonheart and the Devilheart slowly circled around Amon, gauging their opponent as the recruit killer did the same, standing still with his unnaturally blurry body.

The moment a twig fell from a tree, both the Devilheart and Dragonheart vanished, moving with speed imperceivable to the eyes of those watching the confrontation. Amon disappeared at the very same moment.

“So fast–!” Everett gasped.

Within a fraction of a second, they reappeared, with both Asher and Emilio swinging their blades from either side of Amon, though blocked as the full-throttled killer blocked both with his dual blades.

“Nnngh–!” Amon smiled, though clearly struggling to repel their monstrous strength.

A painful roar was unleashed from the bowels of the recruit killer as his veins pressed against his skin and his muscles bulked for just a moment, managing to knock the two back before moving as a vanishing blur once again.

…He’s strong, but I know he’s killing himself to use this kind of power! We might just have to outlast him, Asher! You know that though, don’t you?! Emilio thought.

Though it was easier said than done to simply ‘outlast’ his opponent as [Chaos Throttle], pushed to even greater heights, allowed Amon to pressure him with dozens of slashes that occurred in a second, forcing the Dragonheart to clash blades against him.

I’m stronger now–! You won’t overwhelm me! Emilio thought.

As always, even though he gained control of the third stage, the rage that burned inside of him when encased in the draconic scales that acted as his armor fueled him to stomp forward, swinging his sword in retaliation with an azure glow extending from it.

“–Ngh!” Amon’s eyes widened.

Vanishing from the path of the condensed evisceration of flames, Amon flipped back, though his shoulder was charred.

“Don’t forget about me.”

Taking Amon’s back to catch the man off-guard, Asher appeared, using his controlled usage of his third stage as his pitch-black eyes honed in on the recruit hunter. With his back to Asher, Amon found himself in a compromised position in that split-second, not possessing the sufficient strength to block the incoming strike and not enough time to swing around to properly position himself.

However, the nimble recruit hunter was far from out of options.

Just as Asher infused the edge of his claymore with demonic energy, about to swing it, he found himself witnessing a perplexing response by Amon, who dropped down onto his hands, slapping the soil before kicking up like a mule.

“–!”

Asher blocked the kick with his blade, though as he went for another slash, the recruit hunter spun around while on his hands, using a spinning kick to force the Devilheart back before the claymore could reach first.

“Tch,” Asher clicked his tongue.

There was a small shock left from the impact, like a secondary, smaller blow that Asher felt as he glanced at his left bicep that had been kicked, seeing small strands of black-and-red electricity.

That aura of his is annoying. I’d prefer to end this with a large attack, but I’d end up hitting the others too, most likely, Asher thought.

As Amon bolted past Asher with an air interlaced with his ominous electricity, he went for a pincer slash with both of his daggers, attempting to behead the Devilheart.

Emilio realized this just as it happened, dashing forward, “–Watch out!”

Though just as Amon went for the attack, his hands were stopped, bringing the vibrating figure to a pause as he looked down at his wrists.

“What…?” Amon muttered.

Wrapped tightly around the man’s wrists was the lengthy, demonic tail sprouting from Asher’s back, squeezing even more as the Devilheart glanced back with his pitch-black sclera.

“You should be more cautious,” Asher said.

Before Amon could do anything, the tail whipped up, slamming the man down against the ground with enough force to cause the soil to break up.

“Emilio!” Asher yelled.

“I know–!” Emilio responded.

Leaping in, the Dragonheart flipped his precious broadsword around, facing the tip downward as he plunged down, aiming it towards the laid-out figure’s body.

“Nngh-! I’m not done…yet–!” Amon screamed out.

The recruit killer’s body convulsed momentarily as his muscles coiled and tightened, causing the vibrating running over his skin to increase further as he vanished with even further swiftness.

What–?! Even more?! Emilio thought.

As Emilio landed, plunging his sword only into dirt as he missed his target, he swept his gaze around, as the others who were staying free from the zone of combat did too.

Where is he–?! Emilio questioned.

Yuna pointed with a desperate yell, “You two! He’s heading for the seal!”

Both Asher and Emilio spun around, initially believing that the type of bloodlusted fighter like Amon would surely be focused on them, though they saw it–the blurred figure dashed down the blackened soil, heading straight for the chained gates.

“No you don’t!” Asher yelled.

A propulsion of demonic energy allowed the Devilheart to burst over with a small explosion at his heels, closing the gap as he summoned a volatile force of darkness around his blade, slamming it down towards Amon.

Before it could connect, the recruit killer managed to block the explosive swing with both of his black-steel daggers, though the force rippled across his body as crimson fluid leaked from his nose and ears.

“–I’d like to play, but I’m out of time! I have a mission…!” Amon yelled as blood lined his lips.

Emilio noticed the state of Amon’s body, which was leaking blood so profusely that it began rushing out with a dark complexion.

He’s succumbing to the effects of that ability…! Emilio thought.