To His Hell and Back-Chapter 259: Hunters Hunt-II

"Fuck."

Alessio looked at the three bodies of his men which Cassius had killed in a snap of second before he was engulfed by the fog.

He tickled his jaw and turned to his men, "Was it so difficult to avoid being shot by an arrow? Your senses weren’t being numbed earlier."

"My apologies sire!" His men bowed deep, ready to rectify their mistake.

"That vampire is quite an annoying one," he sighed as he brought a syringe to his hand and began to pierced his skin with it.

Everyone eyed him, gulping when they saw the syringe’s content successfully being injected to his body. While vampires’s body was strong, sorcerer’s body was weaker, just like humans. They can’t heal quickly like vampires, their senses weren’t strong either.

Though Alessio was strong in fights in comparison to all other sorcerer, he still needed more to fight Cassius who had spent his time in battlefield.

They were tied in strength earlier but now with the injection, Alessio knew he was about to win.

His green eyes grew bright and then dawned into a bluish hue.

His expression then grew crazed and his tongue licked for his lips, ready for the bloodshed.

"Let’s end this hunt."

Cassius heard something amiss and pushed Lastor who had just spoken to him.

Shocked, Lastor fell backward and held to his hand, clearly looking sad that he had been pushed to the ground. But before he could utter a protest, he looked to the side only to find that a small dagger was thrown to the place where he stood earlier. If Cassius hadn’t thrown him, he would have died!

Cassius didn’t have a moment of peace as the next time, the double blade began to make its entrance again.

Cassius caught the glint just in time and parried with a clang that cracked the silence.

Alessio had returned and this time, he was faster.

Much faster!

He was moving like a wild animal, his speed unable to compare with his previous speed.

His eyes now glowed with a chilling blue hue, his expression twisted in darkness, looking monstrous. That injection had changed something inside him, something in his core. His body surged with enhanced speed, his movements nearly inhuman, unnatural even for a sorcerer who was adept in fighting.

Cassius felt the weight of the change instantly. Alessio wasn’t just stronger. He was frenzied.

The two collided again, blades flashing, fists slamming, feet crushing the ground beneath them as they moved with speed that tore up the earth itself. Tree bark exploded in splinters. Stones shattered. Every step Alessio took cracked the soil like thunder, and Cassius, as fierce as ever, kept up with a ferocity that defied the limits of the body.

Then suddenly blood sprayed. Red splatters pooled underneath the forest floor.

But it wasn’t Cassius’s.

Alessio laughed. He had been the one who was bleeding but his laughter echoed maniacally as if he was truly in joy fighting to death.

His side was torn from Cassius’s blade, but the wound didn’t slow him. The drug had quickly healed the wound, making it as though he hadn’t been stabbed at all in just a blink of an eye. His eyes began to pulse unnaturally, and green veins moved and glowed beneath his skin.

Lastor ducked under a flying splinter of wood, crying, "Would it kill the universe to let me have one safe day?"

Cassius backstepped, just barely avoiding Alessio’s blade that carved into the trunk behind him. He struck again, moving left and right with each blow deflected with unnatural precision.

Alessio leaned in, insanity filled smile curling to his lips. "That all you’ve got, Crown Prince?"

Cassius narrowed his eyes. His blade shifted in his grip, changing stance.

He wasn’t speaking anymore. He couldn’t afford to. This was survival. Fighting one Alessio felt as if he was fighting a hundred of vampires all at once, worse, a hundred pureblood.

With a roar, the two crashed again, Cassius sidestepping a vicious lunge and slicing across Alessio’s back in return. Blood hissed from the wound, evaporating into steam against the burning heat of his enhanced body.

Alessio followed like a demon unleashed. He moved faster than Alessio expected. Blade forward, he ducked under a horizontal slash, slid across the ground and then drove the tip of the sword to Alessio’s achilles’ heels.

Alessio roared, in delight and in anger.

That was the moment.

Cassius spun, took hold of Alessio’s arm, and slammed him into the nearest boulder with a sickening crack. His elbow came down fast, merciless, onto the side of Alessio’s neck. Alessio slumped, gasping, but still alive. Still grinning, though his lips were bloody and one eye had gone dull. freёweɓnovel_com

Even the potion has its limit and Cassius had pushed him to the limit.

Snapping his eyes, Cassius turned to Lastor, "Continue!"

"Ah! YES YOUR HIGHNESS!" Lastor who had been on the side, hiding now finally moved and pulled the string that was drenched with potion. He then quickly tied it around Alessio’s neck and while the other was gasping, trying to heal his wound that was healing but causing him to feel more exhausted.

Alessio who could finally speak again scoffed, "What did you do.."

Lastor was unsettled to see his own face making such a bloody appearance. He answered, "You didn’t look at what was beneath your footing."

Alessio moved his eyes slowly, staring at the ground that was filled with ancient writing, "I never heard of a magic that could weaken someone."

"We don’t need to weaken you," said Lastor. "You just need to move less fast. Why did you inject yourself with the potion, Alessio? You don’t have a long life expectancy, you could die with more injection."

"But I have to win," Alessio gasped. "MY place is for the strongest and I can’t lose."

Lastor’s expression grew sadder and Alessio suddenly bent his head over, his eyes grew dull and all of a sudden the light of his eyes completely lost into the darkness.

Cassius narrowed his eyes on the thread that Lastor had used which had caused for Alessio to meet his end and questioned, "What did you use?"

"Oh this? Don’t worry it’s not deadly," answered Lastor, "It’s just... a thread laced with potion that return things to its original state. Alessio without the potion he injected himself with will succumb to his wounds and that was what had happened."

Cassius studied how Lastor was a little sad to see his fellow sorcerer had died but somehow looked at peace, as though their death brought him a sense of freedom.

"And... um, Your Highness?"

"What."

"That was awesome."

Cassius rolled his eyes, turning away. "Let’s move. We have to find Hans’ body."