Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 447: BATTLING HIGHER RACES

Aaron moved toward the nearest target, his steps deliberate and unhurried, the domain’s uneven terrain crunching softly under his boots.

Just like with the orc, this participant was caught completely off guard, his back turned as he scavenged through a cluster of jagged rocks for hidden supplies.

The participant spun around, his face twisting in sudden confusion, brows furrowing deeply as he tried to process the unexpected intrusion amid the distant echoes of the shrinking battlefield.

But the only thing he could make out was a fleeting black silhouette streaking toward him, a shadowy blur that moved with predatory grace, cutting through the air like a whisper of death.

He couldn’t even begin to comprehend what he was seeing before darkness engulfed him entirely, his vision fading into an abyss as panic gripped his chest in those final, frozen moments.

Aaron severed the head of the soldier with a swift, clean stroke, the blade whistling through the air and parting flesh and bone in a spray of crimson that painted the ground below.

As usual, he devoured the surging fear that emanated from the participant in his dying throes, drawing it in like a intoxicating elixir that fueled his night essence, stopping just short of draining the soul beyond repair.

Aaron went on a killing spree afterward, his movements a relentless storm as he ended the lives of several more participants with brutal efficiency, their screams echoing briefly before silence claimed them.

Each elimination was quick and methodical, his mystic eyes guiding him unerringly to weak points, blades flashing in arcs of light and shadow that left trails of blood and fallen bodies in his wake.

Aaron walked slowly through the domain’s shifting landscapes, his dark robe billowing slightly in the artificial winds, until he came across a participant who truly piqued his interest, standing out amid the chaos like a beacon.

"Don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself with the way you’re moving?" the angel asked, its voice resonant and ethereal, wings unfurled in a display of divine poise.

"Getting ahead of myself?" Aaron echoed with a smirk, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "That’s exactly my thing. Always has been."

"Very well then," the angel replied calmly, flapping its pristine feathers with a soft rustle that stirred the air around them, sending faint glimmers of light scattering like stardust.

Stretching its hand outward, a weapon materialized in a burst of radiant energy, coalescing from pure luminescence into solid form.

The weapon, a sword forged entirely of blinding light, pulsed with an inner glow that illuminated the surrounding shadows, its edge humming with holy power that promised purification or destruction.

"Haven’t fought an angel before," Aaron muttered under his breath, a spark of thrill and excitement lighting up his features, his fangs subtly bared in anticipation.

"Hopefully this turns out to be fun," he added, his body tensing like a coiled spring ready to unleash.

Aaron made the first move, dashing forward toward the angel with explosive speed, the ground cracking slightly under the force of his launch.

The angel, fully prepared for the assault, flew toward Aaron in kind, its sword held firmly in a two-handed grip, wings propelling it with graceful, powerful beats.

The angel went for a sweeping swing, releasing a brilliant arc of pure light that sliced through the air like a divine judgment, aiming to cleave Aaron in two.

With his mystic eyes piercing through the veil of time and motion, Aaron had already foreseen the attack’s trajectory before it fully materialized, every detail unfolding in his enhanced vision.

Kicking off from the ground with tremendous force, he launched himself into the air, soaring upward in a controlled arc that carried him over the incoming light wave.

While still suspended in mid-air, his body twisting with acrobatic precision, Aaron unleashed his own barrage of retaliation.

He swung Dragon Forge in a wide, forceful arc, releasing a devastating ray of destruction element that tore through the space toward the angel, the energy crackling with raw, annihilating power.

The angel responded by flapping its wings vigorously, shedding a cascade of feathers that shone like fragments of captured sunlight, hurtling them toward the oncoming attack.

The radiant feathers collided with the ray of destruction element mid-air, the impact erupting in a dazzling explosion of clashing forces that canceled each other out in a shower of dissipating sparks.

Aaron, still maintaining the offensive advantage in their aerial dance, transformed the black sphere back into Mjölnir with a mere thought, the hammer materializing in his grasp with a thunderous hum.

With focused intent, he hurled the legendary hammer toward the angel, adding relentless pressure to the already intense ordeal, the weapon spinning end over end like a bolt from the gods.

The angel, clutching its sword tightly with both hands, swung with all its celestial might, narrowly deflecting the hammer’s path, the clash ringing out like a peal of divine bells.

But the forceful redirection left the angel unbalanced and unsteady, its wings faltering slightly as it struggled to regain equilibrium in the turbulent air.

Aaron, of course, wasn’t about to let such a golden opportunity slip through his fingers, his predatory instincts sharpening like a blade honed for the kill.

He pounced like a hungry lion stalking its prey, pivoting his body mid-descent to accelerate his fall, gravity aiding his predatory plunge.

Excalibur was raised high overhead, its holy blade gleaming with an inner light as Aaron prepared to swing downward with every ounce of his vampiric strength.

But in that split second, his senses screamed a warning, and he abruptly changed his trajectory, shifting from an attacking stance to one of pure defense as he knocked aside an ambush attack from the shadows.

The impact vibrated through his arms, a clash of unseen forces that sent sparks flying in the dim light.

Aaron landed gracefully on the ground below, his boots absorbing the shock with barely a sound, his posture balanced and ready for the next threat.

His crimson eyes focused intently on the source of the surprise assault, narrowing with calculated assessment.

"Impressive," a demon muttered, stepping out from the concealment of a nearby boulder, flexing its sinewy muscles with arrogant flair, horns curling menacingly from its forehead.

"The plan was to just eliminate you altogether and deal with the annoying angel myself," the demon added, its voice a gravelly sneer that echoed with overconfident pride.

He was a demon hailing from the pride clan, his blatant arrogance serving as an unmistakable giveaway, his red skin glistening under the domain’s artificial sun.

The black sphere returned to Aaron’s hand, seamlessly transforming back into Dragon Forge with a faint shimmer of dark energy.

Aaron ignored the demon’s taunts entirely, standing quietly with his weapons at the ready, his expression one of patient, predatory calm as he waited for the inevitable escalation.