I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 380: The Deciding Night [Part 4]: Meeting An Old Friend [Part 3]

The surface of the river rippled violently as the Devastator emerged, its massive, pulsating body breaking through the water like an ominous specter.

The moonlight glinted off its barbed tentacles, each one thrashing wildly in search of its target.

Northern stood, his muscles tensed and ready, his armor glinting with a dark, almost malevolent sheen.

”Stay back,” Northern commanded Mr. Fluffy, his voice firm but calm.

The beast hesitated, his eyes reflecting a mix of loyalty and fear.

With a low growl, Mr. Fluffy retreated a few steps, ready to leap into action if necessary.

Northern’s azure eyes locked onto the Devastator’s glowing, bloodshot ones.

He could see the hatred and pain radiating from the creature, its rage palpable, it almost felt as if it had a personal grudge against him.

The riverbank trembled as the monster hauled itself further onto the land, its immense weight causing the ground to shudder.

Northern’s grip tightened around Grengar, the twin blades on both edges humming with an essence that seemed to resonate with his own Chaos.

He took a deep breath, centering himself, then dashed forward, his movements a blur of speed and precision.

The first tentacle lashed out, but Northern was already moving.

He sidestepped the attack, twirling Grengar as he scaled along the side and slicing through the appendage with a swift, practiced motion.

The Devastator roared, its scream a guttural, otherworldly sound that reverberated through the night.

Northern’s clone, without a waste of time, dashed forward and joined the fray, mirroring his movements perfectly.

Together, they danced around the creature, striking at its vulnerable spots with ruthless efficiency.

The clone’s slightly curved blade clanged against the Devastator’s hide, sending sparks around with each powerful strike.

The Devastator, though blinded, seemed to adapt quickly.

It reared back, then slammed its tentacles down in a sweeping arc, attempting to crush both Northern and his clone in one devastating blow.

Northern rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the impact, while his clone deflected the tentacles with a series of precise parries.

Without a moment of respite, Northern charged forward, aiming for the creature’s head, but the Devastator anticipated his move.

It swung a barbed tentacle with lightning speed, catching Northern off guard and sending him sprawling across the sand.

Pain exploded in Northern’s side as he skidded to a halt.

He gritted his teeth, pushing himself up just in time to see the clone being entangled by several tentacles.

With a flick of his wrist, Northern sent a surge of black flames that began to devour the monster’s tentacles like a rabid bat.

The Devastator let out a heart-wrenching morbid cry, writhing in deep pain. But Northern did not care. His focus was cut to a sharpened edge as he skillfully rotated the twin-bladed staff and shot forward again.

Halfway closer to the hideous creature, Northern dashed forward with an outburst of speed, spinning his sword again as he began to carve deep lacerations on the monster’s seemingly impenetrable hide.

The Devastator howled in pain and frustration, its massive body convulsing as it lashed out wildly.

Northern seized the opportunity, plunging Grengar deep into the creature’s side.

Dark, inky blood spurted from the wound, splattering across the sand and staining the riverbank.

The creature reared back, its remaining tentacles flailing in a desperate attempt to dislodge Northern.

But he held firm, his eyes blazing with determination.

With a swift, calculated motion, he twisted the blade, driving it deeper into the Devastator’s flesh.

A tentacle whipped towards him, but Northern’s clone intercepted it, taking the brunt of the impact.

The clone staggered, its form flickering, but it held its ground, slashing at the offending appendage with ruthless efficiency.

Northern felt the creature’s strength waning, its movements growing sluggish and uncoordinated.

He narrowed his eyes, with a final, powerful thrust, he drove Grengar into the creature’s heart, the blade pulsing with an ominous energy.

For a second, silence reigned over their landscape and Northern actually thought he had gotten the vicious monster.

But the Devastator wouldn’t close its eyes and even seemed to be glaring into his own eyes.

He could see in the creature’s bloodshot, dying eyes, a refusal to give up. Hatred, grudge, a passion and madness that can only be caused by the lust for vengeance.

He could have been mistaken but he was sure that monster had it in for him.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, he pulled out his weapon, causing the creature’s gore to stain the sand even more.

Its strength reduced greatly and its entire body came crashing down, causing the ground to tremble a little bit.

Northern spun the twin-bladed staff, splashing off the black gore.

He gave the monster a last glance, having to deal with an unsettling feeling he felt.

Alas, he couldn’t just let it go. After walking a couple of steps away from the dying creature, he paused and looked back, peering into its soul with his newly evolved soul sight.

[Monster Profile - Infected]

Name: [Juvenile Devastator - Host], [The Kirithon - Parasite]

True Name: [nil]

Rank: [Destroyer], [Maelstrom]

Danger Level: [Disaster], [Apex]

Attributes: [nil]

Abilities: [nil]

[Note: This is an incomplete process, the Juvenile Devastator is still fighting for its life, the moment it dies, the Kirithon takes control of its body and abilities]

Northern’s mouth fell slightly open, and no words could fill in for how shocked and surprised he was.

Of course, he had suspected that the damned thing survived but he didn’t think it survived this way.

And it had even managed to enter into the body of a Destroyer rank monster.

’The underwater bully, really is a big deal... no wonder Raven did not confront it then’

Because she knew she would not win.

However, his situation just got entirely worse.

Perhaps he had this battle a little bit easy because the Devastator itself was already dying and busy fighting for its life with the Kirithon.

But thanks to Northern, he lost that battle and things just got thrown down the gutter.

If the extra note that Northern saw was any bit correct, it meant that any minute from now, the entire mass of that monster will start to rise.

Because all that was needed for the Kirithon to win the fight was for the Devastator itself to die.

Now, Northern would have to fight an enemy again, one that has done nothing but dreaded the day they would meet again.

He exhaled, exasperated.

”Oh, fuck me...”