From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 445 Jalen vs Erebos

As Erebos finished his sentence, he suddenly took a clean punch to the chest. The impact sent him stumbling back, a look of surprise and pain flashing across his face. Jalen's clothes began to rip as his body expanded, black and red fur wrapping around him.

The transformation was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Jalen's form grew larger, more imposing, as the fur covered his body. His muscles bulged, and his eyes glowed with a fierce, unyielding light. The pentagram on his chest seemed to pulse with energy.

Jalen's eyes narrowed with determination as he plunged his hand into his chest, the muscles rippling with raw power. With a swift, fluid motion, he pulled out a chained sickle blade, the weapon forged from black steel with intricate lines of red running along its length, glowing ominously. The chains clinked with a metallic resonance, the blade itself exuding an aura of lethal elegance.

"Right, I should have probably started off going all in, but I hate ruining my clothes," Jalen said with a smirk. "Now, how do you want to die, you damned Vampire?"

Before Erebos could respond, Jalen rushed him with blinding speed. Erebos snapped his fingers, summoning a dozen coins that shot through the air, aiming to pierce Jalen's skin. But Jalen vanished, performing a deft sidestep that left the coins whistling through empty space.

"Where the hell...," Erebos began, his frustration evident. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, closing his eyes. "He's in my barrier, so I can sense anywhere he goes."

Moments later, Jalen reappeared, carrying Robrick in his arms. Robrick's eyes looked lifeless, and his body was limp. Jalen gently laid him down in the corner next to where Elithira was.

"I am sure you are responsible for your own injuries," Jalen said softly, addressing Robrick's unconscious form. "But it is a severe crime that we ever intervened in this planet's matters, so you have my apologies."

Jalen's fur bristled with frustration as he unleashed a flurry of strikes, the blade slicing through the air in rapid succession. Erebos continued to evade, his smirk never faltering. He ducked under one swing, then leaped over another, his movements a mesmerizing display of agility and speed.

With a final, powerful swing, Jalen attempted to catch Erebos off guard, but Erebos twisted away, the blade missing him by inches. As Jalen paused to catch his breath, he noticed an orange glow emanating from Erebos's wrist.

What is that? Jalen wondered, his eyes narrowing. I see, it's his way of knowing when his energy signal has been picked up so he can leave a place before anyone notices... he probably got that from my King somehow.

Jalen's grip on the chained sickle tightened. "The Demon King trusted me to be one of his Twelve when everything went to hell... I will not fail his trust."

Erebos sneered, his eyes glinting with mockery. "And what could a nobody like you hope to accomplish?" he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

Jalen's eyes narrowed, a flood of memories surging through his mind. "You have no idea what you're dealing with," he replied, his voice steady. "When someone dies, their soul goes to the Demon King. Those who lived a good and righteous life, or even those damaged souls, he gives them a second chance. He lets them live in his castle as warriors. I started as one of those souls."

Erebos raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. "So, you're one of those reformed souls? How quaint."

Jalen continued, undeterred. "I climbed my way up, earning my place through countless battles and trials. Now, I stand as the 8th guard."

Erebos laughed, a cold, cruel sound that echoed across the battlefield. "Honor? Loyalty? Such outdated concepts.