Blood Elf Monarch

Two elders elves died with the blood synthetic sword. While at it more memories on how to use his body to fight and use his skill had started to emerge.

This time, with the blood sword still residing inside of the elf's body, he quickly tried to use one of those tricks. This time with his first innate ability.

[Blood Extraction]

With the sword as the medium, Tristan instantly felt the Blood Essence flowing through him at a much faster rate than if he were to draw it from the mist.

[A mix of 650 high-quality blood cells were found]

[Now extracting and filtering the blood cells...]

[2750 Blood Essence points gained]

This Stage 4 Katra elder had the highest number of Blood Essence points that he could extract from to date. It merely took Tristan a few seconds to suck out such a large amount of Blood Essence from the lifeless body. 

With a grin on his face, Tristan drops the body and casually walks to the other corpse, stabbing the headless body violently with his Blood Sword as well.

[Blood Extraction]

[A mix of 590 high-quality blood cells were found]

[Now extracting and filtering the blood cells...]

[2450 Blood Essence points gained]

Met with the sight of Tristan so casually murdering the two elders, especially in such a gruesome and violent way, made all the elves in the audience break into a frenzy. Their screams echoed throughout the city square, and in their attempts to flee, they caused a brutal and unrelenting stampede. 

The prince's previously amused expression instantly turned sour, he didn't realize such an outcome would be able to happen so quickly, especially when considering the brutal state Tristan's body had been in only minutes prior. With two fewer elders in his flock, it would be much harder to complete his plan to control the southern regions of Arcadia.

"Huh!" The prince scoffed in an attempt to mask his apprehension. "You are going to pay for their lives!"

Tristan slowly pulled the Blood Sword out of the corpse, and as he pulled it, a string of blood still connected the tip of the sword to the victim's body. Crimson droplets spattered on the ground. 

Tristan stared at Prince Janus with rage glinting in his eyes. "I am sorry, I think you better hold on the tap, there are still more coming!"

Hearing this, once more, the fearless Dulos jumped in his direction. His prideful attitude refused to accept defeat from Tristan twice, especially during a fight where it had been three against one. In contrast, Tristan stayed calm and quickly dodged while checking his Blood Essence status yet again. 

[Blood Essence - 10495]

Half of that number came from the two elders he just killed, and another half came from the one drop of Hig God essence from Virtaz. Calculating the possibilities of what could happen next, as well as the fact that he would be facing an elf magus after this, he decided to use his essence to gain another boost.

[Upgrade blood synthesis to Stage 2 - 10000 Blood Essence]

"Yes."

[Blood synthesis upgraded to Stage 2]

[Increasing Synthesis quality]

[Unlock Blood Synthetic Secondary Power - Organic Synthesis]

There were no surprises for him this time as the memory that had resurfaced told him exactly what this following upgrade would entail.

When Dulos was only a mere two steps away from him, Tristan synthesized a new sword, decompressing it in order to make the material harder and sharper. 

The huge elf did not see it coming when the sword was swinging at him.

Splaaattt!!!

The huge elf was left in disbelief as the simple sword swing was able to cut through his thick armor, cutting his stomach open and spilling out all his insides. He dropped to the ground with a thud, kneeling in front of Tristan with his eyes still open.

[Blood Extraction]

[2550 Blood Essence points gained]

With more blood essence received, Tristan was quickly prepared for another fight. 

Tristan stood up, facing the raging prince while he cast another [Blood Synthesis]. 

This time the blood gathered into the stump of his cut off arm, and slowly, a new arm emerged, flesh, bone, blood, and nerves all twisting together to materialize one out of thin air. And there it was; all new just like before. 

This was the new, secondary power he had received from his blood synthesis. Not only was it able to create an inanimate object, but it was also able to create organic matter.

With this, all three elders died, with himself leaving the scene completely unscathed. 

These fights proved that the blood elf had only improved after his death, and this realization suddenly cast a looming shadow of doubt in the prince's mind.

"What will it be, prince?" Tristan roared. "Come at me!"

The crazy prince was so irritated that he instantly turned to his men, glowering at them as though they were to blame for this massacre. 

"My dear Forlorn elves, did your heart cry to see our beloved elders dying at the hands of this man?" He shouted indignantly. "How can we, the Forlorn, be able to live with that shame?!"

It was clear that Janus was attempting to anger the masses for one singular purpose. Upon hearing this, Serene and Elroth, both quickly yelled at them to stop such madness.

But these proud elves didn't listen. Hundreds of elven warriors and dozens of nobles charged with all their might towards Tristan. 

Seeing the incoming horde of elves approaching, Tristan was surprisingly calm. He raised his two arms high, trying to concentrate and cast this new spell that he had not been able to use before, but now with his fourth stage Katra advancement, he believed that he could.

Welcoming the charge of the hundreds of elves, Tristan's two arms started to glow with flames, setting ablaze as he quickly cast the fire element 4th Rank spell, [Firewall].

Shockingly enough, Tristan had created humongous flames that were soaring in lines like multiple pillars of flame.

Instantly dozens of Forlorn elves were incinerated, burnt to a crisp, while dozens more suffered burn wounds from the flames. 

The fire spells were effective to kill the incoming elves, but the spell cost him a thousand blood essence to use. Fortunately for him, the spell's main purpose was actually to divide his attackers. 

Two dozen elves were in front of the firewalls. Hence now these two dozens are the first wave that Tristan had to face. The elven warriors jump in and fight with Tristan himself, while the prince, the elders, and the hundreds of others were blocked until the wall of fire subsided.

There were screams and shouts behind those firewalls, a few elders thought about charging in to fight, but reminded of how the three elders died horribly, he decided to wait.

It took only a few seconds until the firewall spells were dissipates

When it did, the scene they saw in front of them once again made them shocked.

The stage where they used to execute their captives had turned into a complete bloodbath, with Tristan standing by himself among the piles and piles of elven corpses.

Some of the elves were terrified, but most were enraged. 

Elders and noble elves all started casting their spells, took out their artifacts readily charged on this one white hair elf. 

"Run! Run you fool!" shout Seren once more from his side.

From the look in their eyes, it was clear that they would definitely not let Tristan walk away from this.

Looking at the view Tristan wasn't scared, instead, he felt his urge to kill just stir wildly, 

When the second wave came this time, Tristan did not opt to use fire magic. He had something else in mind, something more appropriate. 

[Blood Legacy]