I Become A Mob Character In A Novel
Chapter 95 - No.95 Showdown (15)

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

The room's atmosphere thickened as the Crimson Circle members prepared to launch their coordinated assault. I tightened my grip on my sword, feeling the weight of the situation settle on my shoulders. I needed to keep them away from Sera and, at the same time, find a way to systematically dismantle their forces.

"Alright, you want to play?" I said, my voice low but carrying an edge of cold determination. "Then let's play."

The leader sneered, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "You'll regret that, boy."

He motioned to his subordinates, and they charged forward, their movements synchronized and deadly. I could sense the power emanating from each of them, a mix of dark magic and combat prowess. They were no ordinary soldiers; these were elite members of the Crimson Circle, each one a skilled practitioner of blood magic.

As they closed in, I activated [Starlight Burst], allowing radiant energy to course through my veins. With a swift motion, I unleashed a wave of starlight energy that cascaded outward, temporarily blinding and disorienting the closest enemies. Their advance faltered as they shielded their eyes from the sudden burst of light.

Taking advantage of their momentary hesitation, I dashed forward with a burst of speed, targeting the nearest enemy. My sword cut through the air with precision, aiming for the weak points in their armor. The blade sliced through, severing tendons and arteries as I pivoted to strike the next target.

But the Crimson Circle wasn't going to let me take them down easily. The slender figure who had initially attacked me raised their hand, and the blood tendrils from before surged toward me once more. This time, they moved faster, more aggressively, as if they had learned from our previous exchange.

I countered with [Lightning Strike], summoning a bolt of crackling energy that shot from my hand, striking the blood tendrils mid-air. The electricity sizzled and crackled, burning through the crimson bindings and forcing the slender figure to retreat with a snarl of frustration.

Before I could press the advantage, the leader lunged at me with terrifying speed, his massive blade swinging down with brutal force. I barely managed to parry the blow, the impact reverberating through my arms. He was strong—far stronger than the others.

"You're not bad," the leader growled, pushing me back with raw strength. "But you're still outmatched."

He swung again, this time with a combination of strikes aimed to overwhelm my defenses. I had to rely on [Shadow Steps] to evade, flickering in and out of visibility as I dodged his powerful blows. But each time I reappeared, the other members of the Crimson Circle were there, attacking from different angles, trying to pin me down.

Despite their numbers and strength, I couldn't afford to let them see any signs of weakness. I was outnumbered, but I had faced worse odds before. I just needed to stay one step ahead, keep them on the defensive, and look for an opening to turn the tide.

As I danced through their attacks, I noticed the leader was the linchpin of their formation. If I could take him out, the others would likely falter. But getting close enough to land a decisive blow wouldn't be easy, not with the way they were all working together.

I needed to create a distraction—something that would draw their attention away from Sera and give me a chance to strike. My mind raced through possibilities, and then an idea hit me. It was risky, but at this point, risk was the only thing that could give me the edge I needed.

"Time to up the ante," I muttered under my breath.

I focused inward, summoning the power of the [Dragon Heart] once more. But instead of channeling it into healing or enhancing my physical abilities, I let the energy build up inside me, compressing it into a volatile, unstable form. I could feel the raw power surging, almost too much to contain.

With a fierce shout, I released the energy in a controlled burst, not as an attack, but as a shockwave that rippled through the room. The force of the explosion knocked back the Crimson Circle members, throwing them off balance and disrupting their formation. The machinery around Sera rattled, but I kept the energy controlled enough to avoid causing any harm to her.

The leader staggered, momentarily disoriented by the sudden blast. That was my chance.

I lunged forward with everything I had, my sword aimed directly at his heart. He saw me coming and tried to raise his weapon, but he was too slow. My blade pierced through his armor, sinking deep into his chest.

His eyes widened in shock and pain, and then a smile as his body dissolved into blood and reformed a few feet away. The leader of the Crimson Circle was more than just a skilled fighter; he had a trick up his sleeve that I hadn't anticipated.

"Impressive, boy," he said, his voice laced with malice. "But you're not the only one with a few surprises."

His body seemed to pulse with dark energy as blood magic surged through him, healing the wound I had just inflicted. The other members of the Crimson Circle, who had been knocked back by my shockwave, began to recover as well, their determination only heightened by the leader's apparent immortality.

I gritted my teeth. This was bad. The situation was spiraling out of control, and Sera's condition was worsening with each passing moment. I had to find a way to end this quickly, but how do you kill someone who can just reform from blood?

The leader's eyes gleamed as he raised his hand, and a dense fog of blood-red mist began to fill the room. It was thick, cloying, and reeked of iron. The mist obscured my vision, making it difficult to see anything beyond a few feet in front of me. I could hear the Crimson Circle members moving within the mist, their footsteps silent but their presence unmistakable.

"Let's see how you fare when you can't even see your enemies," the leader taunted, his voice echoing ominously through the room.

The blood mist wasn't just a visual obstruction—it was also a conduit for their blood magic. I could feel the air growing heavier, the pressure building as the mist sapped my strength, trying to drain my vitality. I couldn't stay in this fog for long, or it would bleed me dry.

I needed to act fast.

It seems I have to use it, I haven't cast the spell even a single time. It was a spell I obtained in the inheritance of the Legendary Merlin.

This spell should be one of the most powerful spells Merlin ever created. Of course, this is not the most powerful destructive type but it does its job most effectively.

"Hehehehe~ You know I wanted to just kill you all and be done with it, But it seems. I'll have to step it up." I said as my chuckles echoed in this tense situation like a devil's laughter.

The leader's grin faltered for a moment as he sensed the shift in my demeanor. The Crimson Circle members paused, uncertainty flickering in their eyes as they heard my words.

"What's he planning?" one of them muttered, his voice betraying a hint of unease.

Ignoring their whispers, I focused on the spell I was about to unleash. It was a creation of Merlin, one of the most powerful and revered mages in history. The spell was ancient, complex, and required immense concentration and power to cast. But in this dire situation, it was exactly what I needed.

I positioned my arms wide, spreading them as if to embrace the entire room, and began to chant in a loud and clear voice, "The ground will burn..."

A thin layer of space tore through separating the dimension between our reality and another, as I continued, "The skies will fall..."

The air around me crackled with arcane energy, the mist quivering as the powerful incantation resonated through the room. The Crimson Circle members exchanged anxious glances, realizing too late that they had underestimated me.

"Your soul will scream..." The scenery changed into an endless barren land with few trees, but everything was red. No matter where you looked it was as if the entire world was soaked in blood. The Crimson Circle members seemed to falter, their once-unshakable confidence replaced by a growing sense of dread.

"But who will care..." My voice grew darker, carrying the weight of the spell's power. The energy I was channeling was unlike anything I had ever wielded before—ancient, forbidden, and overwhelming. I could feel the raw force of it tearing at the very fabric of reality as it began to manifest.

The leader's eyes widened in fear as he finally realized the gravity of the situation. "Stop him!" he bellowed, but his voice was tinged with desperation. The Crimson Circle members surged forward, trying to interrupt my casting, but it was too late.

"Within this realm of endless gory... Domain Expansion: Crimson Purgatory!!!"

As the words left my lips, the entire room was engulfed in a violent, crimson light. The very air seemed to ignite as reality twisted and tore, pulling everyone within it into a new and nightmarish dimension.

The once-confined laboratory was now replaced by a vast expanse of a blood-soaked wasteland, where the ground was charred and cracked, and the sky was an ominous shade of red, as if stained by the essence of countless battles fought and lost.

This was the Crimson Purgatory—an ancient domain where the laws of nature were subverted, and the very environment was a weapon in itself. The spell was one of Merlin's most devastating creations, designed not just to defeat enemies but to break them entirely, body, mind, and soul.

The Crimson Circle members, once confident and poised, now found themselves in a state of disarray. The ground beneath them burned with searing heat, causing them to stumble and scream in agony as their flesh began to sear. The blood-red sky above bore down on them, pressing with an overwhelming, oppressive force that made it difficult to even stand, let alone fight.

"Welcome to your end," I whispered, my voice carrying across the barren expanse like the whisper of death itself.

The leader of the Crimson Circle staggered, his once defiant expression now twisted with fear and disbelief. He tried to summon his blood magic, to reform his body and resist the assault, but the domain's very nature suppressed his powers, turning his own blood against him.

He coughed, a thick, dark liquid spilling from his mouth as his internal organs began to fail, crushed under the relentless pressure of the Crimson Purgatory.

The other members fared no better. They were scattered, their screams echoing through the vast expanse as they were torn apart by the unforgiving environment. Some tried to flee, but there was no escape—this was a prison, a hellscape designed to trap and punish, and there was no mercy to be found within its boundaries.

"But this is just the beginning..."

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[To Be Continued]

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