Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System

“Hey, what the hell was that”, said the violence nethereal as he pushed the lust nethereal against the trunk of the tree on whose branches they were hiding, this of course interrupted Lionel’s process to recover from the damage he suffered on the hand with which he tried to punch the dwarf princess.

“Stop it, my arm freaking hurts!”, answered the lust nethereal as he pushed Ridge back just a bit, however in his current status he is still stronger than his companion, so just that was enough to make Ridge fly all over to the other side of the tree and nearly fall from the branches, which would have exposed him as he would have left the area of the illusion spell casted by Lionel.

Which of course would have resulted in Femi who had started looking for them, noticing his presence, thus putting him in a dangerous situation… again.

“Your arm, what about me you bastard, you casually left after suffering a wound without even launching another attack to draw that woman’s attention away from me, I could have died and more importantly I had to use nether of my temporary arm to escape from that!”, exclaimed Ridge, to which Lionel frowned.

“Fine, I accept that it was a mistake on my side, but you seem angrier about having to use your nether than the error on my side, have you forgotten, without your altar spell you can’t do anything to that bitch anyway”, said the lust nethereal as he finished channeling nether into his arm, making his previously cracked bones, heal.

“Of course, I am angry, unlike you, not only am I missing an arm, but I have almost no nether gathered and I’m also the one risking my life to create an opening for you, an opening that you fucking let go to waste just because you suffered a trivial wound!”, answered the violence nethereal.

“Ah, and what did you expect, I have never fought this way before, so cut me some damn slack, I’m already trying my best and it’s not my fault that she is pulling all those weird tricks, instead of blaming me why don’t you explain me how the hell did she not only block my attack but also countered at the same time when her attention was supposedly on you?”, retorted the lust nethereal, which left the violence nethereal lost in his thoughts.

Ridge had to admit that such was actually the case, Lionel is an amateur when it comes to close combat, sure he got a boost specifically for that, but that didn’t mean he automatically became good at it, that aside and truth to be told, Lionel was worried about something else but of course he wasn’t going to mention it out loud so that Ridge could criticize him.

‘What’s going on, with my reinforced physique as well as my lust nether being used to lessen pain, I should have been able to crush that bitch while taking her attacks head on, so why did that hurt so damn much!!!’, cursed Lionel to his insides.

But then he was hit by a sudden realization, his strength had increased a lot and he can tell that the same didn’t happen for the enemy, those times when he felt pain, he wasn’t pushed back and he didn’t feel any stronger oppression coming from the enemy.

He did feel danger but that was only after he had attacked, his instincts told him to not attack when he saw those brown-red sparks on Femi’s skin.

“It was my own attack, that bitch is using some kind of technique to reflect my attack back to me!”, he suddenly exclaimed making Ridge return to the real world.

“That… could be, I saw those brown reddish sparks appear on the frontal area of her neck when you hit her, but if that’s the case then creating an opening won’t cut it, she will use that technique only against you since she knows my attacks pose no actual threat for her”, said the violence nethereal to then add.

“And it will happen more so now that I have used basically all the nether I had gathered, I don’t even have enough to create a solid temporary arm like before, unless you want to buy me some time of course”.

“Ahem, I don’t think I could both fight her and keep a presence hiding barrier like this one at the same time, it’s already hard to trick that brute woman’s instincts…”, before Lionel could even finish his sentence, the tree on which they were standing suddenly trembled as if there was an earthquake ongoing.

“Booom!”, that was caused by a small pale white hand landing on the trunk of the tree, making a shockwave extend in the vicinity, blasting away the illusion barrier casted by Lionel.

Of course, the one who did so was none other than Femi, interestingly enough she didn’t destroy the tree, though her palm left a not so shallow palm shaped mark on its trunk, perhaps because the dwarf princess knew that the trees not attacking anymore was related to Tessa and she didn’t want to cause trouble to her bestie.

“Damn it!”, anyway, with their cover blown away, both literally and figuratively, those two instantly flashed into the distance, Femi had interrupted right before they decided their next course of action.

“See, she hurried to find us, probably she doesn’t want to give us time to come up with a way to go around that annoying technique of hers, since it’s that should be her trump card”, said the lust nethereal, as a way to further back up his conclusion from earlier, to then add.

“And if that’s the case then…”, seeing the grey flash coming towards them, the lust nethereal exploded in both black pink flames, as he took out his bow, however he didn’t aim at the incoming dwarf princess, but at his own companion.

“Deceit Devil Gift!”, with a few words he shot a concentrated stream of nether which was absorbed by Ridge, whom the next second roared, that was a boosting spell which allowed the caster to transfer nether to a companion, and in case you have forgotten, the armor granted him violence type nether, which is what he shot at Ridge.

“Clang!”, what followed was the sound of metals colliding as Femi’s fist collide with the enemy’s, however it wasn’t Lionel the one facing her head on, but Ridge who had condensed all the nether Lionel gave him into a new temporary arm, this one was made out of dark red nether still, but it was in flames, since that’s the state of the nether Lionel gave him.

The point is that with this Arch ranked arm, he could now fight against Femi, be a threat and also relieve some pressure from Lionel, so it was quite the decent play and speaking of Lionel this time the lust nethereal didn’t charge at the dwarf princess, but instead gathered nether on his bow.

“Deceit Devil Arrow Rain!”, with his bow as the origin, Lionel released a barrage of dozens of black-pink flaming arrows towards Femi whose fist was still clashing against the flaming violence nether arm of Ridge.

The dwarf princess slightly burrowed her brows, she felt that there was something different in this spell, when compared to the rain of arrows Lionel had used before, so just as those brown red sparks were about to cover her, she took a step forward instead.

“Humph!”, with a soft snort, Femi smirked, with the energy clad of her hand burning due to direct contact with Ridge’s flaming nether fist, she actually grabbed the enemy’s wrist to then… throw him in the way of the arrow rain.

“Wha… ack!”, as the dwarf princess expected, this time all the arrows was packed with power, the “deceit” part was used to hide that fact, so Lionel had reversed the way his spell worked, quite a decent try.

The only problem is that in his mind, that was enough to “force” Femi to use that technique with which she defended against him, but he was wrong, the dwarf princess is not one to be pressured into acting the way the enemy wants, nor does she have such an inflexible mindset as to not be able to change her movement as she sees fit.

“Boooom!”, amidst the pained grunt of the violence nethereal, he was hit by a couple of dozens of arrows which exploded upon contact, engulfing him in a sphere of burning black pink nether, all this while Femi who has cleared a path by using Ridge as a meat shield, suddenly vanished from plain sight.

“Grey Shinning Step”, the dwarf’s princess calm voice was like the screech of a demon, for the lust nethereal who heard it coming from above him.

“Hammer Fist”.

“Decei… aghhhh!”, before Lionel could chant his spell, a pretty fist cladded in grey energy landed on the backside of his shoulder, blasting away the connection between the lust nethereal’s shoulder and the rest of his arm, before he was sent flying into the distance.

This result was that simply achieved though, Femi did originally appear above Ridge, that’s why he heard her voice coming from that direction, however she was calling the second time she used her movement technique instead of the first one, and with that she positioned herself behind of Lionel.

That being said, the lust nethereal wasn’t that easy to kill, Femi originally aimed to blast his head into pieces of broken flesh and bone, but thanks to his Arch rank senses, Ridge managed to move at the last second.

On the other hand, he expected the flaming armor to be able to withstand Femi’s attack, with him maybe suffering some noticeable wounds, he could even accept ending with a broken bone, however he didn’t think that Femi’s fist would break through his reinforced armor to then tear his arm apart.

“Booom!”, the previous is what was ongoing in Lionel’s mind as he heavily landed on the ground, making a crater due to the impact, the pain which he wasn’t supposed to feel, accompanied by the fact that he would have died if he was a fraction of a second late to react a moment ago, made him miss the golden time to get up and escape.

And of course, Femi isn’t one to miss on such a good opportunity, after all she had purposedly driven Lionel to change back to long range attack due to fear of letting her get close to him, after he broke his bones when he tried to ambush her, all for the sake of getting rid of him first.

“Clang!”, but then the moment she appeared behind of him to finish him off with a punch, her pretty fist stopped a couple of centimeters away from Lionel’s head, landing in a solid but invisible object, producing the sound of metals colliding and giving off a sensation which Femi still remembered.

It was similar to the sensation she noticed when Lionel used his altar spell, which casted a protective barrier around him and his surroundings, it was different because now that Femi attacked it, it revealed itself for everyone to see, and instead of being black-pink, it was a dark red colored one, a tone that obviously pointed at the violence nethereal Ridge.

“Ridge, thanks for the help”, said Lionel as he crawled backwards getting away from Femi’s fist which was only a couple centimeters away from reaching him a second ago.

“No problem, but I used all the nether you gave me in a single go”, said the violence nethereal who once again was missing an arm, but so was Lionel now, the flaming armor was slowly making a temporary one for him, as they spoke though.

‘Damn it, we are both wounded and I can’t afford to give Ridge more of my nether in such a short period of time, otherwise the flaming armor will lower its defensive capacities, I nearly died as it is…’, Lionel’s train of thought stopped in cold, he looked downwards just to see a dark red cladded hand coming out from his chest.

What happened is that Ridge reached the same conclusion as him, which is that with the two of them wounded, they would not be able to win, the difference is that Ridge was faster to act, so before Lionel could move, he was ambushed by the violence nethereal.

“I’m not going to say sorry, you were going to do the same after all, but being honest, even if you used me to strengthen yourself it wouldn’t have mattered, all this happened because you were too coward to use the damn power you asked for, also… a living sacrifice holds more value as you already know”, and with those words a black bone altar appeared behind of Ridge.

Like others it was mostly constructed with black bones and it had a large skull at the center of its front, however this one had red ominous stripes instead of pink ones, since it belongs to a violence nethereal instead of to a lust one like Lionel.

“War Devil Altar”, with those words, black metal chains came out of the four corners of the altar to then wrap around Lionel’s limbs before dragging him to the altar, he was still alive but couldn’t speak because he was drowning in blood.

And while he of course was cursing Ridge, it is also true that he was going to resort to something like this, it’s just that he was a second too late, which is understandable, the most experienced one in terms of combat between them is Ridge, he has survived a few tough situations before, unlike Lionel who is used to snipe enemies from afar.

“War Seizing Devil Sacrifice!”, with a loud voice and obvious excitement in his eyes, Ridge proceeded with the “offering” and the chains around Lionel’s body started draining him of everything, the power he was granted by his altar spell, his own lust nether and lastly his life.

Everything was channeled into the giant black skull at the front of the altar, which made its eye sockets lit up in dark yellow light, that was then shot at the violence nethereal.

“Crack!”, loud cracking sounds came from Ridge’s body, he grew taller, and dark yellow scales grew all over his body, what’s more his arm grew back, he was really buff before but now his muscles had actually thinned down.

But that didn’t mean he was getting weaker, in fact given how his feet separated from the ground, making him float, meaning that he had advanced to the Arch rank, it was the complete opposite.

What’s more, even through the barrier, his body radiated a solid and much more stable aura when compared to Lionel, the reason is simple, he obtained way much more power than the lust nethereal and this boost wasn’t on a foreign aspect for him, when compared to Lionel as well.

“So, the other guy linked “lust” with “violence”, but you went with “greed” instead, right?”, said the dwarf princess after a quick glance at Ridge who was looking at the dried corpse of his former companion which landed on the ground, surprisingly he didn’t use the last bit of Lionel, leaving an empty and basically useless husk.

“Lionel was a fool, lust and violence can work together quite decently, but what’s the point of asking for a power which you can’t even use in a life-or-death situation… I’m much more practical, I “seized” his lust nether to increase my reaction time and the power he was given from his altar to heal and reinforce my body”.

Apparently Ridge actually had an idea of the proper way to awaken a second type of nether with a different base, it all lies in the relation between the emotions in question.

Just look at Sarah, she linked her vision of “lust” with basically everything, of course Ridge is nowhere close enough to a monster like the crazy girl, but he found an easy point in which violence and greed converge.

A whole lot of wars are started over greed after all, in this case he wanted the power which Lionel was given and he used violence to obtain it, and while the altar “seized” the target’s power and handed it over to Ridge, the latter also understood the principle for greed nether, which smoothened the process, resulting in his current status.

Lust nether was nowhere to be seen on Ridge’s body, because it was used for internal boosting only, instead he was brimming with the strength that used to belong to Lionel thanks to the flaming armor which was meshed together with that dark yellow nether, one of the colors that aligned with greed.

So now, Ridge someone who already focused in close combat, had further boosted that aspect of himself, it was hard for him to even contain his smile.

“Don’t worry Lionel, you might be a coward but thanks to you I got this opportunity, so after I kill her, I’ll ask Lord Marcus to bring you back as a way to…”, his monologue was stopped by the dwarf princess mockingly saying.

“Well, at the very least that guy tried to improve his weaker area, you on the other hand, went for what you were sure would go your way, though it required to sacrifice your teammate, both of you are cowards but you put a lot more of effort to cover it”.

Naturally being called a coward right to his face, made Ridge see red, unfortunately he couldn’t charge at the enemy right away because the barrier was still in place, so instead of that, he reached his black metal spear with his regenerated arm.

“War Devil Breaking Spear!”, Ridge’s body exploded in a mix of dark yellow and dark red nether, which was channeled into the black spear making scales of the previously mentioned colors, grow all over the thing.

He was basically telling Femi that he was going to attack her head on with his spear as soon as the barrier was destroyed, he had the words “Fight me head on, if you dare!” written all over his face.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get the violent reaction he expected from the dwarf princess, whose pretty face remained cold in response to his provocations, Femi simply took a small jump to gain some distance and then released grey energy out of her body, preparing for the incoming clash.

Amusingly enough it was similar to what Lionel tried to pull off the moment he received his boost from the altar, it was as if Ridge wanted to prove that if he had gotten said boost, he would have attained a better result.

“Crack!”, and so, with the barrier cracking as the “starting shot”, those two rushed towards the other, turning into a dark red-dark yellow and grey stream that fiercely clashed with each other the next second.

“Boooom!”, even before they physically clashed with each other, their nether and energy respectively, fiercely collided trying to destroy the other, and then when Ridge’s spear and Femi’s fist clashed, a thunder-like shockwave spread all over the area.

The collision was strong but it only lasted for a second before the “winner” emerged, the result was that Femi’s energy was pierced by the nether of the spear and a thin cut mark that went from knuckle all the way to her elbow was left.

“Again!”, Ridge who had passed by the dwarf princess unable to control his charge, turned around to rush towards Femi once again, however before his spear reached Femi’s back, he saw those brown-red sparks appear and stopped his attack in cold.

“Tsk, damn it”, cursed the violence nethereal being reminded of Lionel’s arm when his attack was supposedly returned to him.