Chapter 66 Battle against Immortals

Somewhere within the expansive maze between the many houses, an Immortal was sent flying backwards into a wall of a building.

The Immortal, who was smiling brightly, emerged from the pile of rubble she created. She then looked at the person who did this to her.

It was a man with golden eyes, who was fighting the other Immortals by attacking them with earth spikes. The Immortal looked at the spike she blocked, the reason she was sent flying.

"Ah, what a pain." The Immortal said as she rubbed the back of her neck.

She stared at the nonchalant looking man with the golden eyes, who is named Chrys, she smiled at him as she said to herself. "Oh I'm going to enjoy myself when we defeat you."

She stood her ground, and looked like she was about to perform a mad dash, but she stopped herself after she noticed another Immortal is approaching her.

"What's going on, Kiara?" She asked as the Immortal stood before her silently.

The Immortal then said. "I have a message from Sister Lullu."

"Go on then, tell me."

The she was then told the information in the form of a whisper.

"Really?!" The Immortal exclaimed.

The Immortal that relayed the information merely gave her a nod.

Seeing her confirmation, the Immortal then released an extremely pretty, yet deadly looking smile.

"Tell me our weapons are being sent over." The Immortal said.

"Everyone's weapon is being sent over by our younger sisters." The other Immortal replied.

"Wonderful!" The Immortal then released a bliss-filled expression as the other Immortal left the battlefield.

The Immortal then took a deep breath before she yelled at the top of her lungs. "GOLDEN HANDS!!!"

Every Immortal stopped fighting and took a step away from Chrys, who stared the Immortal that just yelled with a relaxed expression.

The Immortal then pointed at Chrys and asked with an enchanting smile. "You're name is Chrys Cheria, isn't it? The Greediest man in the world, Golden Hands!!"

Chrys replied by only staring at the Immortal indiffently. The other Immortals gathered to the Immortal's side.

"Is it really him?" One of them asked.

The Immortal then replied. "I got the confirmation from Sister Lullu."

"Then, it's real. He really is standing before us." One of them said as she looked at Chrys.

"Do we ask for help? I heard Pops is in town."

"No, Pops already told us what to do when we encounter one of them." Another Immortal replied.

"Do we need to get our weapons by ourselves?"

"No, our sisters are sending them our way."

Almost like it was scripted, a group of younger looking Immortals arrived at the scene via rooftops. In their hands, crates made out of pure wood.

"Here... you go!" They then threw the wooden boxes right in front of the other Immortals.

"We are heading back!" The young Immortals said as they all ran away.

The Immortals then opened the boxes in front of them, they pulled various weapons from within.

A sword, a spear, a spiked bat, and many more. Chrys watched the Immortals arm themselves with a raised curious eyebrow.

An Immortal holding a sharp blade asked. "Are you sure we don't need help? He is THE Golden Hands."

An Immortal stabbed her spear into the ground underneath her as she replied. "No, we can handle this by ourselves."

"Besides, don't you wanna see what the fuss about him is about?"

"And also, Pops gave us the permission to have 'fun' with him before we turn him in."

"'Turn him in'?...Hmm.." Chrys said in a low voice as he listened intently to the Immortals' conversation.

"Yeah, you know what? I want to see why everyone is so afraid of him."

After saying that, all the Immortals, who armed themselves, made a mad dash towards Chrys, and swung their weapons which are infused with their Lucile at him.

Chrys didn't make a single move, allowing each and every single one of the strikes to land on him.

Of course, it didn't actually hit him, but instead hit the golden aura around him.

Chrys' aura is usually invisible, and only really shows it's there when something hits it. But right now, the outline of his aura could be seen in it's entirety because the Immortals are attacking him from every angle.

But something weird is happening, although they were hitting Chrys with everything they got, he hasn't move an inch.

With the beating he is taking, he should be raising his guard, or being knocked back from the place he stood.

But none of this is happening. The Immortals attacking him felt like they were trying attacking an unmovable mountain with basic weaponry.

Then, for a second, the mountain raised it's foot, and took a step forward.

As Chrys took a step forward, every Immortal around him jumped back, wary of his every action.

As if to solidify their thought, Chrys' golden eyes glowed as he attacked every single Immortal with spikes that came up from the ground underneath them.

Every Immortal needed to choose to either, block the earth spike and get knocked back, or dodge to the side.

Although nobody was hurt, the Immortals has been taught one thing.

"All it took was one action, and their entire group was forced on the defensive."

They all glared at Chrys, who was just standing nonchalantly infront of them, they put a bit respect in their hearts for him as appreciation for his strength.

They all let out beautiful and confident smiles as the Immortals thought. "So this is The Greediest man in the world. He is strong like they say, but..."

Their smiles, although very gorgeous, sent out an inditimidating feeling as they thought. "Show us more!"

Chrys then took another step forward. Although it was very casual, the Immortals felt that it was very menacing, but in their hearts was a feeling of excitement and anticipation.

Chrys then took many steps forward. With each step he took, the emotions in the Immortals hearts grew.

Although he was casually approaching, none of them moved, only standing there with their weapons and bodies at the ready.

Chrys then looked to the side.

On the side is a stall, wears on a piece of carpet, covered from the sun via another piece of cloth hung over head, and set in place using normal wooden sticks.

Chrys then took one of the wooden sticks, knocking over the makeshift stall.

He then gripped long stick like it was a staff, and performed slow strikes in the air infront of him.

He turned to the Immortals, who were silently watching him, and said. "Hmph, you're not the only one that can use a weapon."

He said it in such an innocent way that the Immortals felt their pride getting shattered.

"Does he intend to fight us with a normal stick?"

"He looked very noobish using that wooden stick, does he know how to use it?"

"Is he kidding?"

"Is he taking us seriously?"

"What is wrong with him?"

These questions filled the Immortals minds. As their minds was being filled with these thoughts, they began to giggle and snicker, causing a very light atmosphere to occur.

Then, after a few seconds of giggling, everyone stopped simultaniously. All the Immortals then screamed. "Take us seriously, you asshole!!!"

All of them then proceeded to lunge at Chrys with their weapons infused in Lucile, pointed directly at him.

Chrys released an arrogant smirk as the first Immortal reached him. His once slow handling on the wooden stick, suddenly transformed into this fast and masterful moves.

Before the Immortals could think of how he managed to suddenly move masterfully with the makeshift staff, Chrys has already attacked three Immortals, and has sent them flying into the surrounding buildings.

As the thought that Chrys was faking his initail moves crossed the Immortals' minds, Chrys was in the middle of the fray, attacking Immortals left and right.

A stab in the abdomen, a smack on the side of the face, and a slam right on the top of the head. Chrys managed to attack the Immortals with minimal effort because the Immortals are still a little shook.

Then, almost immediately, the Immortals began to block and parry most of Chrys' moves, as they slowly overcame the initial surprise that Chrys made and regained their level headed thinking.

An Immortal sent a spear attack headed directly for Chrys' face. The attack was of course blocked by his aura.

Chrys then countered with a stab directly on the chest, causing the Immortal to gasp out of shock.

Before she could even recover, Chrys smacked at the side of the head with his spear causing her to fly off to the side of the building.

"Yom!!!" Some of the Immortals screamed.

All them then looked at Chrys with eyes of a predator. And without much thought, they charged at him with all their might.

Chrys' expression remained the calm and collected. He calmly assed the situation he was in and acted accordingly.

Two Immortals made their way at him at the same time. They then swung down their weapons at him full force.

Chrys blocked it with his wooden staff and pushed them away. The two Immortals was pushed a few feet while the rest of them continued their attack on Chrys.

One of them then recalled what happened at the exact moment Chrys blocked them.

A faint golden aura emitted from the part of the staff they hit, making their weapons unable to hit the staff.

"Did you also see that, Horry?" The Immortal asked.

The other Immortal nodded and said. "Yes, I noticed it too. It looked like his aura when we hit him directly, only this time the aura seemed a little faint."

The Immortal then placed her hand on her chin as she watched Chrys and the other Immortals fighting each other.

She said to the other Immortal. "So he can transfer his aura of protection to something else."

"Yes, it looks like it. If we presume that's how his power works, by transfering his power to an object he can protect it, and control it at his will." The other Immortal added.

The two of them then recalled on how Chrys placed his hands on a building, then suddenly earth spikes formed on the ground and attacked them.

They then proceeded to recall what happened next. Once they destroyed the earth spikes, another batch headed for them, although harder to destroy.

The Immortals then thought. "So, the way his power works is by transfering his aura to an object via some sort of direct contact."

"It seems his power can jump from object to object. It suggest he has some sort of range. The question is, how far can his power function?"

"His body acts like a storage unit for his power. Assuming us hitting him causes his power to decline. That means... his power should run out, right?"

The two Immortals then looked at each other, and asked simultaniously. "Are thinking what I'm thinking?"

The two of them smiled and giggled to each other.

Another Immortal that was sent flying towards them, yelled. "What are you two hooligans giggling about?! Help us will you?!"

"Yes~!"

The one of them then asked. "If we assume that the more brightly something he uses glows, the more power flows through it. If that's the case, why doesn't he protect his staff equally as himself?"

The other Immortal stood up, and said. "Everything has a breaking point. That staff is a normal stick, so if he places too much of his power on it, it may break apart."

The Immortal then extended her hand towards the other Immortal as she asked. "Do you wanna see if we can find Golden Hands' breaking point?"

"Yes!" The Immortal immediately took her hand, and ran with her towards Chrys.

As they ran past other Immortals, who were knocked back by Chrys, they said to them. "Follow our lead!"

"What are those two doing?"

Althought the other Immortals wanted to ask them for clarification, they instead just decided to follow them.

Once the two of them reached Chrys, they both simultaneously attacked Chrys' staff with their Lucile-infused weapons.

Like before, the aura on Chrys' staff faintly glowed as they hit it. Chrys then proceeded to knock them back as he released as few stabs their way.

They took the full force of his attacks, but didn't back down. Instead they smiled, and continued on attacking Chrys, who was blocking with his staff.

The other Immortals then caught onto what they were doing, as they too soon joined in.

Instead of trying to find a way to go around his staff to hit him, they instead just went straight for the staff.

Noticing something different on their attack patterns, Chrys raised an eyebrow.

After a few blocking a few more of their attacks, Chrys was convinced.

He then lightly tapped the ground with the bottom of his spear. The Immortals instinctively backed off as Chrys then swung horizontally with a ground following his swing.

A large blade-like formation followed the arc Chrys' staff traversed. But before Chrys could do anything else, someone threw a sword vertically his way.

Chrys glared at the sword intently for a second before he swung his wooden staff horizontally like a sword.

Then, to the Immortals' delight, Chrys' staff was sliced in half thanks to the sword and to their effort weakening it.

They all then cheered within their hearts as they thought. "His power has a limit."

But their celebration was cut short, as the part of Chrys' staff that was cut off, hit the Immortal who threw the sword straight on the forehead.

He then proceeded to throw the part of the staff that was still on his hand, towards an Immortal, who blocked it easily.

What the Immortals didn't expect is that the sword that was thrown at him, was still floating in the air.

The Immortals looked a bit mesmerized as sword was slowly twirling in the air, but they were snapped out of their daze as Chrys grabbed the sword that seemed to emit a golden aura.

"Looks like we'll have to do it again, girls!" The Immortals yelled as they saw Chrys enter a stance with the sword above his head.

As the Immortals charged at him with their beautiful smile, Chrys said in a low voice. "Looks like... I'll be borrowing once more."

Chrys then took a massive leap forward, going deep within the Immortals' group. He then swung down towards an Immortal, who also tried to swing towards him.

Chrys' sword managed to land a blunt blow on the back of the neck of the Immortal before her blow could land.

The light in the Immortal's eyes dimmed as her body unconsiously fell to the ground.

The other Immortals looked a bit shocked after seeing one of them fall with just one strike, but that didn't stop them from attacking Chrys, who was knocking out other Immortals with his sword attacks.

The Immortals, who was watching on the roof tops surrounding the place, thought to themselves as they looked at the unconsious bodies of the Immortals on the ground. "He is underestimating us!"

"He isn't even trying to kill us!"

"We can't let this man step on the our prides!"

"Let's go, Sister!"

All of the Immortals, that were supposed to keep watch of the area, all joined in on the action with pissed off expressions.

"Raaah!" The Immortals let out their battle cries as they continued to send barrage of attacks towards Chrys.

Chrys skillfully blocked, parried, and knocked out the Immortals, but eventually one of the Immortals managed to kick Chrys' sword away, leaving him unarmed.

Just as the Immortal was about to smile directly at Chrys' face, a spear-like blue rod slipped onto his hands from behind.

The Immortal immediately recognized the threat the weapon possed and backed away.

Chrys didn't let her back away unscatted, as he sent a few sharp stabs towards her. Drawing blood, but nothing vital was hit.

Chrys stood menacingly with the blue spear, but to the Immortals' surprise, he threw it backwards.

The spear landed perfectly onto an Immortal's forehead, who was in the air above the rooftops and looked like she was just about to kick something.

As the Immortal was staggered by the blunt blow she took to the forehead, a pair of hands grabbed the blue spear, which sent a wall of stabs her way.

Although she raised her arms, covered in Lucile, to block the stabs. The Immortal eventually decided it wasn't worth it and backed off.

The person holding the spear then transformed then transformed the spear into a bow, which she then sent a few blue arrows towards the Immortal backing away.

The Immortal, seeing the arrows headed directly for her, decided to fall between the rooftops to avoid the arrows.

Seeing her opponent drop from the rooftops, the person holding the bow jumped down to the battle ground below.

The person's short, black hair flowed in the wind as they fell.

Once on the ground, they scanned the environment with their blue, emotionless eyes.

The person then walked over to Chrys, stood beside him with their weapons ready as they asked. "No one is dead yet. And you're... okay?"

Chrys let out a weird forced smile as he replied. "I'm trying my best here, Morgan."

Upon hearing his reply, Morgan, who was wielding her bow, looked intently into Chrys' eyes which was blocked his hair.