40 Fulfilling the prophercy (chapter 40)

A/N another chapter, hope you guys enjoy it. 

ps: if you like this fanfic, then go check out my other fanfic. Marvel: The Weaver. who knows, you might like a sorcerer mc that is always put on trial against monster way stronger than him, like me

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"55% damage reduction from fire attacks, 50% chance to deal fire damage to an attacker after being hit, and 50% chance to deflect both physical and magical attacks, regardless of element. This armor is supposed to kill sorcerers, and I'm quite happy about it," Oliver mused. His excitement was palpable, so much so that he momentarily forgot about the adamantium shield cooling nearby. When he finally turned his attention to it, he thought back to the glimpses of the future he had received—visions of himself without a shield.

"Guess the future was right," he sighed, picking up his two blades. One fit perfectly with the armor, growing hotter the longer he held it. The other was the sharpest blade in his possession. He intended to use them both. Now, all he had to do was find his target, and he knew exactly where to look. The ruin he had seen in the future was where he had bested the vampires before. Most importantly, it was a full moon tonight, just like in the vision.

With that in mind, he exited his shell home and reappeared in the wrecked warehouse. Stepping out, he saw exactly what he expected: a large number of vampires and other supernatural creatures, bathed in the light of the full moon, alongside the legendary eldritch goddess herself, Adana. As Oliver emerged, Adana spoke aloud.

"I see you have forged yourself a new armor, hunter. A futile but understandable move," Adana's voice echoed. Oliver, as usual, felt no need to respond. He surveyed his surroundings, unsheathing both of his swords as he locked eyes with Adana.

"A last chance, hunter. Just like the one I offered Eric, Blade the Day Walker. Serve me, and you shall receive everything you have ever wished for. Walk with me as I build the perfect world, a world with no monsters. After all, if everyone is a monster, then there are no monsters." Adana's words hung in the air, but Oliver remained unmoved, his focus on the impending battle.

Sensing his indifference, Adana spoke into the minds of every monster present, sending them into a frenzy. "If that is your wish, then so be it. There are better candidates than you after all," she declared. As soon as the last word left her lips, the remote warehouse on the outskirts of the city morphed into a battleground. Giant-sized vines surged towards Oliver, who reacted swiftly, sweeping his swords with precision. The Pilgrim Blade burned through the vines, while the Marrow Devourer sliced effortlessly, like cutting through paper.

Leaping towards the nearest vampire, Oliver effortlessly decapitated it before cleaving through another with his heated Pilgrim Blade. Suddenly, a massive pillar of swirling fire descended upon him, engulfing him in a mini-tornado of flames. Amidst the chaos of supernatural creatures, a strange green-skinned being in tattered rags and a long black robe emerged.

"FOR ADANA!" the creature bellowed, riling up the others who believed the threat to be eliminated. However, Adana, now seated on a stone throne, looked upon her army with disgust and disappointment. From within the inferno, Oliver leaped out, his swords crossing as he landed. The sea of monsters was stunned, and he took advantage by continuing his onslaught, cutting through them like a whirlwind of blades.

Limbs and heads flew in all directions, vampires cleaved in half, werewolves torn apart, Oliver was in a trance. Blood splattered on his Sovereign Armor, its dark, menacing form now a canvas of crimson. With this armor, he felt invulnerable to most attacks. Werewolves attempted sneak attacks, claws swiping, but as their claws made contact with the Sovereign Armor, they ignited into flames. Half of the damage they dealt was returned, often resulting in their swift demise. This lethal combination of fiery retaliation and the Marrow Devourer's slicing strikes was devastating. The Marrow Devourer, continuously sharpening with each kill, cut through the supernatural creatures effortlessly. When Oliver swung it, the air itself seemed to slice apart.

Despite the carnage, Oliver felt fatigue creeping in. His bloodline surged within him, its power enhancing with each battle. He felt a growing heat within, a sign he was nearing a breakthrough, perhaps unlocking one of the 100% shackles in his bloodline. He fought on like a hungry beast, his raw swordsmanship reflecting his primal intensity.

As the battle raged, Adana, the eldritch goddess, made her move. She conjured sharp, semi-translucent shards, hurling them at Oliver from all angles. Soldiers fell as the shards flew, aimed to impale him. However, before she could boast her apparent victory, Oliver vanished, causing the shards to miss their mark as he reappeared with the Spine Bow in hand. Activating its option and using the Horn Arrow, he launched a shot at Adana. She conjured a shield, but the Death Dealer option Oliver activated made the shot nearly impervious. The arrow's trajectory changed at the last moment as soon as Adana's eyes glowed, striking Adana's hand instead of her head. Fortunate for her, as her hand was blown apart.

Adana, unfazed by the loss, regenerated her hand with ease. Rising to her feet, she taunted, "You will have to try harder than that, hunter." Oliver, now wielding the Anti-Blade, activated its Nullification Guardian option. Adana, aware of its limitations from their last encounter, raised her arm. The ground trembled beneath Oliver as two earth hands materialized, attempting to crush him.

Oliver remained unflinching, the Nullification Guardian nullifying the attack. The Sovereign Armor's options remained dormant, as the magic couldn't be deflected back to Adana. Sensing her distance, Oliver summoned his symbiote suit, activating its Abyssal Surge. His strength, speed, and durability multiplied tenfold. With newfound power, he swiftly closed the gap between them, slashing with the Marrow Devourer. Adana, however, was no fool. She recognized the origin of the blade, forged from another eldritch god. She evaded the strike, unwilling to test if this blade could permanently end her.