CHAPTER 37: DEMONIC FORGE

The man slashed, Silva rolled out of the way, he got on his feet, locked eyes with the man, and launched forward. His eyes were vicious. The man attacked again, Silva dodged it, then planted his palms on the ground, spun, and landed a kick right into the head of the man, throwing him back.

He propelled himself up with both hands, landed on his feet, and pushed forward again, his claws already out to get the man by the neck. Seeing this, the man forced himself to a stop, and with anger in his eyes, he attacked, but this time his sword was covered in burning hot flames.

Silva dodged the flames, he felt the intense heat from a distance, but was unbothered. "You can’t hit what knows you are coming," Silva said before landing a clean punch in the ribs, shattering multiple and sending the man flying.

The man slammed into the snow, his face contorted in pain, he held his ribs. The lady looked at the man on the ground and frowned.

"We offer you help and this is how you repay us? Tch, kill him," she said, and the three men came running, each one with bloodlust higher than the last.

’They want to kill me? Screw them all, I’ll not hold back anymore,’ Silva thought. He lunged forward at them.

The first man attacked, his fist turned into full metal, the punch traveled through the air like a hammer that had been swung. Silva dodged to the side, one hit from that and it would have shattered his skull.

He looked up and spotted the next person coming at him, a sword in his hand. Wind gathered around the sword as he slashed. Silva pushed away to dodge, but the spinning wind cut through his arms and chest, splattering blood all around.

A grin formed on the face of the man as he lunged forward faster, thrusting his sword. The wind spun around it like a lance. Silva crossed his arms, the attack slammed into him and sent him flying.

He slammed into the snow with a loud thud. The third man casually walked up. He raised his hands, "I’ll be the one to finish him off," he said, and then a massive ball of pure lightning started gathering in his palm. He looked at Silva as a predator would at prey.

Silva glanced at the eyes of this man, and seeing that look, Silva had enough. He shot off the ground and slashed, a purple arc ripped through the air and cut into the man’s chest. Blood splattered, a scream of pain traveled in the snow as the man collapsed to his knees.

The blood poured out nonstop, but he wasn’t dead yet, which was miraculous. Seeing the situation at hand, his party members tried to attack and save their friend, but Silva attacked again, and this time, he killed the man.

[You have leveled up, 4 free stat points]

[Level 10 reached, 10 free stat points]

[Evolution is ready. Do you want to evolve, yes or no? You have one hour. Demonic energy required. The higher the level to be forged, the more energy used.]

[You have unlocked unique skill: Demonic Forge]

[Demonic Forge: Turn fallen enemies into demonic artefacts with unique abilities and strengths.]

Silva’s jaw nearly dropped when he read the content of the skill. Calling this crazy would be an understatement. Sadly, he didn’t have the time to do all that as the two men were rushing, rage filling their faces.

Silva stood there unbothered, he glanced at the body of the man and stretched out his hands. "Demonic Forge," he muttered, and immediately, the man’s body shattered into particles and flew around, reassembling in Silva’s hand as a spear.

It had a black shaft and head with purple patterns. Silva looked at it and was in awe. As for the four members of the party, they were stunned by what they had just seen, their own man turned into a weapon and used.

It was only now they realized the threat Silva was, they started backing away slowly.

Silva, on the other hand, looked at the spear closely. He could feel the special connection with the blade, and despite the fact that this was basically a human in his hands, he didn’t feel anything.

[Demon Forged Spear, lowest artefact rank.]

There was nothing too unique about the spear, but Silva could tell it was still a very powerful weapon. He looked up at the four, he saw the fear in their eyes, and without wasting more time he rushed forward.

Silva rushed at the first man, he tried to defend himself, but the speed wasn’t something he could keep up with. Silva slashed through his body clean.

[You have gained 500 Exp, 100 Demonic Energy]

Silva didn’t stop there, he attacked the rest. One after the other he killed the two, leveling up again. Now, all that was left was the lady. She stared at him with fear in her eyes, all her pride and attitude vanished in a second.

Silva didn’t care though, he locked eyes with her, and threw the spear full speed. The spear stabbed through her heart and penetrated the ground with her body still on it.

[You have gained 500 Exp, 100 Demonic Energy]

"The spear seemed to carry more energy, I wonder what it will do with demonic energy," Silva said as he walked toward it and pulled it out of her chest.

He looked at the weapon, a smile forming on his face. If he could craft weapons of all sorts, then he would be able to hunt even stronger monsters.

[You have activated the Demon Forged Spear with blood, special attribute activated: Phantom Stab]

"The spear came with its own skill?" Silva said, already eager to try it out. He looked in an empty direction and thrust with all he had, thinking about the skill, and it activated. The spear tore through the air and then got over ten illusions of it coming from different directions.