22 Chapter 22: Mana Blood?

"Bastard!!! "Ragnar was lying on the ground with his hands in front of his face. He was suffering from horrible pain caused by Prometheus' spell of rank 0. After receiving the acid ball in his face, Ragnar had managed to throw his knife at Prometheus, but now he found himself powerless. His face and skin melted his beautiful blue eyes was now pierced and the acid continued to do so his way causing him pain. He was screaming in rage. "You son of a bitch."

Prometheus, on the other hand, was not getting any better. He could hardly move because of poison and he was starting to bleed to death. The dagger launched by Ragnar had landed under his heart and he had only a few minutes left before he was completely drained of blood. He tried to get up but before he could do anything he coughed up a throat of blood on the ground. "Shit, I'm going to die. I have to do something" Prometheus was draining his strength, his body was livid and the blood was flowing from the dagger he already looked like a dead body. Yet Prometheus used all his determination and desire to live to move his body. He crawled slowly but surely to the divine water source. Prometheus prayed for a miracle to happen.

Next to Prometheus was Brutus, he had his eyes closed and seemed unconscious. But it was only an impression in reality Brutus was using his mana heart, he was beating at an intense rhythm, Brutus was using all his strength to try to make a surprise attack. He was waiting for the right moment, when Ragnar or Rolo was close enough to him. Brutus was desperate for revenge for the loss of his legs. His life was destroyed so for him nothing else mattered even his own life. Brutus' eyes had bot been closed yet a brown light came out through its eyelids it seemed more and more real and harder and then it took on a stone shape. Brutus opened his eyes wide his body began to change he became stronger, he felt less pain and his heart beat less quickly. Yet it slowed down Brutus' power and continued to grow. Brutus instantly understood what was happening. He thought 'why now I don't have a leg anymore, I become a fighter with mana blood'. Brutus' power had evolved into a mana-blood fighter. Which meant that he was now able to make his aura solid. He could control the earth but also create some. He had become incredibly strong, but unfortunately he was now unable to fight. Brutus beated against the ground, he no longer paid attention to the battle that was raging. "NO! NO! NO! NONNNNNNNN. ». At each scream the ground trembled and stones fell from the sky, but Brutus didn't care. Suddenly he heard Ragnar scream. "You son of a bitch. ». Brutus turned to him with blood injected eyes, a wedge smile formed on his face.

Nicolas was trying to Protected Prometheus and Brutus from Rolo and Ragnar. Which was pretty difficult for him. Brutus was just an archer with a mana heart, who was fighting an assassin, and a hand-to-hand warrior who was also a mana heart fighter. Nicolas stood in front of Brutus and Prometheus, he had just seen Prometheus attack Ragnar and then receive a fatal blow. Nicolas knew that there was not much time left at Prometheus but he could do nothing, he still had to fight Rolo. Nicolas closed his eyes, he agreed on his hearing, he heard leaves moving, sounds of pats in the trees. To the left? To the right? Nicolas was moving his body trying to follow the sounds of pats. When suddenly the ground shook. Brutus screamed with rage. Nicholas turned to Brutus so early. Brutus was surrounded by stone levitating his eyes were red and he seemed to be taken with a mad rage. Suddenly Brutus made a gesture towards Ragnar who was lying on the ground with his hands on his face. Suddenly the earth around Ragnar trembled with frenzy, the snow disappeared in a 2 meter radius and then suddenly a stone dome came out of the ground and closed on Ragnar. Nicolas heard the Sounds of pats stopping and then someone took a deep breath. Suddenly Rolo came out of nowhere, he looked like a mad buffalo. He headed straight for Brutus " You're going to die! ». Brutus did nothing to stop Rolo he was ready to die if he could take at least one of his bastards with him to hell. Brutus was laughing, he seemed to have lost all his liver in life.

Nicolas seeing Brutus in danger rushed to protect him, he didn't want to see Brutus end as Prometheus, he didn't want to have any more death on his conscience.

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Do you know what it's like to be scared? This universal feeling is common to every living creature. The fear born in our hearts but remains engraved in our thoughts. After having met it, it, the real fear, it is impossible for us to dissociate ourselves from it, it remains engraved in our thoughts, it takes us out of our sleep, it devours us from within. Well, do you know what create fear. The real fear. It is not power, nor betrayal. Neither is it the solitude or even the pain that creates the real fear. True fear comes from the unknown. This thing so particular and elusive. In itself the unknown should not frighten us, the unknown does not exist otherwise it would be known. Yet if fear remains engraved in our minds these effects because we create it and keep it alive in our imagination. Now I will tell you about a man who could easily be summed up with the nickname "The Man Who Creates Fear".

This man you all know him. Nostradamus the almighty. Born of a divinatory mother and a warrior father. Even before his birth this man was feared by all, he aroused fear in his enemies. It should be noted that a child like Nostradamus with innate power like his is extremely rare. But it was only after his birth that the legend of Nostradamus really began. First of all at the age of 2 months Nostradamus who was then only a baby he killed a servant when she had stopped breastfeeding him. At the age of 10 months Nostradamus knew how to speak, where normally other children start to say their first words. At the age of 2 years Nostradamus spoke 3 languages and began to talk about the principles of good and evil. At the age of 10, Nostradamus discovered two terrorists only by bumping them in the street. At the age of 13, Nostradamus was already a wizard, and at the age of 16 he was a member of the state police, the largest judicial body in the country. Nostradamus is a monster who creates fear not because of his accomplishments but because of his future accomplishments. Faced with it, no criminal is safe, even corrupt police officers fear him. And to tell you the brief summary of his life that I have just given you is nothing compared to these future achievements.

This is Nostradamus, a strong man, with two powerful families behind him, a valiant man, stirring fear in the hearts of dishonest men, a man who lives only for justice, this is Nostradamus "the just".