Re:write The Authors Transmigration

Chapter 324: The Fathoms Of Christoper Morris [4]

Darkness the shadow of doubt, the scorn of life, and the evil within, it’s an existing law where the vile is present near the light. An opposition, cancer, and all things wrong and indifferent from the ever brilliant light that guards the world. Be it a horrid creation, this law holds purpose in the world, and some even find peace and content in it’s embrace.

"For a green horn, I must admit your mind has some quality goods for Chaos!" The walls of the convention broke down as soon it’s been dealt a powerful and speed cut.

The will inside the Demonic energy, grew even more aggressive, the moment it peered through the memories of Christoper. Every weapons, powers, and technique that his mind gobbled up in his lifetime was available for the Demon’s to consume. Yet due to their power balance being equal, the scope of what it can create mustn’t break the balance or else it’ll break the moment it’s created.

’That demon bastard is clearly more experience than me. He wields the Yamato that it created with such mastery. What’s worse he can teleport whenever-’

"Mirage!" As soon as a rift opens in front of him, he instinctively conjured a copy of himself, pushing him aside.

"Curses-" His copy activated concurrent flow, harnessing both mana and qi, and ran through the Demon with a forward jab.

"Ah ah ah! You’re not going anywhere!" He tugged a chain that binded his foes left foot that he managed to bound once his copies attack had connected.

’Fuck this power balance. I’m limited in conjuring mirage for a few intervals before it gets a cool down. Should I take the gamble?’

"What a cheap trick! You feeble cur call this an attack? It hardly scratched me!" The collective of demonic will tore his copy in half while they slip in return, and this slight opening gave him an opening to attack.

"You seemed so confident of yourself. Try to read my next move will ya? I’m pretty sure this will hit!" He came forward, channeling his chi in his right palm

"Palm Reversal!" Before he could even reach the demonic will, his attempts was thwarted by a blade and he had no choice but weave and cancel his attack.

"Sike! I got ya didn’t I? You really were expecting for that technique. Sorry to breat it to you, but it’s actually a Hammer Fist!" Soon as he finally escape the blades range, he found himself at it’s back, and he changes his form slams his lower arm with a brunt force.

"I’m not done jackass. I’ll make sure you’ll pay for every shit I suffered. Try and read this one as well!"

The will of the demons saw an unfamiliar technique once again, but the it clearly saw through it’s destined trajectory. It guarded it’s upper body yet to it’s surprise, the real attack came below as a swift and merciless kick shot through it’s groin. His movement completely changed from a calculated movement to nothing more than a barabaric rage as his limbs flew off before he could think.

"Damn you!" The demon suddenly created a ball from it’s palm, and he quickly fired it off as a beam of light traveled through the air.

"A Kamehameha, powerful but easily countered. I’ll show you. Every attack has a fatal flaw than can be exploited," Using Chaos Christoper Morris crafted a sword out of nothing and he channels the energy within him and thrust the sword.

"Point Break!" Once the sword grazed the beam of Chaos it split as the sword pierced through it’s weak point.

[That fighting style back then was from the beast. Now this sword counter, it’s-]

’You finally caught up, Sage. The technique I’m doing right now belongs to my team. I’ve seen them use it dozens of time. Rare as it is I’ve even used their own skills to beat them to the ground, although that demon knows me well, it didn’t prioritize my allies. It only memorized my fighting style by possessing my alter ego,’

"This isn’t happening! Why is it that you’re besting me in combat? I’m older, more experience, and the better fighter," As soon as the will of countless demon’s attack had hardly affected him, their combined consciousness grew to a fit of rage

They opened a portal before him, and suddenly it bore a form that held countless arms all equipped with weapons. Christoper Morris walk advances, he wields two sword in each of his hands, and dance with the tempo as every blade after him is warded off by his own. Although the aggression of his foe is violent, he saw through the intimidation, and drove his blades forward.

"Why am I beating you? It’s the power of friendship. What else can it be. Since I’m beating you with their skills! You’re getting your shit rocked by the most generic cliche,"

The blades he advanced forth caught the arms of the demon and with a swift downward move he cleaved them all. Furious the demon threw a concentrated blast of demonic energy, erasing everything and anyone in it’s path. However, it didn’t kill Christoper Morris, it hardly even scratched him, and the only thing he suffered was sa scorched palm.

"Imagine Breaker! I guess I know why you never thought of using this. Since this power only works once it made contact, right?"

The ultimate negation or so what it’s said so in his head, but due to how broken it was, it’s effect was hardly utilized. It only gave him a window to erase the attack that would come after him, and the area outside was left untouched giving the illusion that the attack went through. His eyes brightens as if nearly dying a second ago hardly matters as dozens of mirages of himself appeared by his side.

"I didn’t just tanked through that, oh no. I’m a greedy bastard. So I made sure to use the powers of greed and absorb the power behind it,"

After their long driven fight, Christoper Morris understood one key factor, the way they fight differed but one thing remained certain. Their power originated from Chaos, and with that he devised a plan to risk his life head on and endure a death sentence of an attack and absorb the power. The number of his copies was proof of his success but he didn’t stop at that, a thread grew visible in the copies and they gained their own sentience.

"Ahahahaha..."

He laughs hysterically soon after the minds of alter egos took control of his copies.

"Guess that theory of yours really worked, Mane. Considering that we’re here. Yet our bodies are locked up in that castle,"

Spell Thief quickly transformed the copy to match his visual presentation of himself as it don’s a Black cloak and a Mask.

"Mane? That’s his nickname? I’m not arguing, Thief. It kinda rings since he is the Main personality,"

The jolly copy began to shape himself to a knight clad in armor, as the Radiant Knight took control.

"This can’t be. I’ve locked your personalities. I’ve made sure they’ll collapse if they ever get close. Do you know how long it took to corrupt their bodies-"

A piercing marble like object went through the collective of demonic will as it saw another copy wielding his perfected spell.

"That’s what you get for messing me up. Only women can touch my body, ya heard? Now let’s take this bozo down, gentleman,"

The suave go getter personality reinstated the fight once he fires a shot mid way through their chattery.

"Can you not act so hurt? Now the playing fields even out. Together as one your strong. But divided as some, can you catch our hands?"

As every plan the demonic will had done to conquer his mind had fail, they were left with no choice but to unleash their true form. The being of pure demonic energy manifest itself as a demon mixed with countless of the wills that became one with their existence. Colossal to it’s size, deadly, fast, and destructive, it was monster shaped as towering demon that took the best qualities of it’s many selves.

"Watch out!"

William conjured the support magic Talaria on everyone to walk on air as the demonic wills stomp the ground.

"Thunder Manifestation: Dragon’s Descent!!!"

Spell Thief harnessed the Chaos and brought forth a version of Morris’s Thunder Manifestation down to the demon. The black armored demon raised it sword once it saw the descending dragon of lightning, but the blade was thrown aback by the Radiant Knight. His heavy and powerful art of swordsmanship threw off it’s means of a counter and it’s directly struck by the spell.

"Eat that boy! That’s the extra meaty special thunder dragon. Surely that did something right-"

The formless alter egos shoved zen aside as a large tentacle like tendril tries to snag Morris and the copy to it’s reach.

"Prepare yourself boys. This things a real bastard. God damn, look at that hideous atrocity. Dear lord it’s so ugly,"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY GREEN HORN?"

It’s low and intimidating groan of a voice ended before its mouth lit up and breathes fire against it’s opposition