Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 22 - :Temptation [3]

Looking down, I spotted the berserker's massive figure standing in the middle of the crater with his battle axe slung over his shoulder.

However...he looked different once again.

His light-blue veins were visible and bulging, and he had somehow grown over three feet since the last time I had seen him.

The massive battleaxe that was nearly my height seemed like a toy in his hands.

Then, leaping into the air, Kratos jumped nearly seven feet as he landed on the outside of the massive crater he had created and a couple feet away from me.

When he landed, the ground even rumbled for a moment, almost knocking my battered body off balance.

His leap was elegant like a ballerina's as he soared through the air in a perfect arc. His newfound strength didn't seem to have any inverse effects on his speed or agility stats.

There was only one way to beat people like this.

Use their strength against them.

A second later, the five of my clones that had survived the magical axe slash silently landed on the ground, making no noise as they touched the forest floor.

Lined up in a perfect row with my clones, I made the first move, sprinting forward with the tip of my blood-red blade facing the ground.

Standing still, the berserker simply swung his battle axe at my feet in a perfect horizontal line.

At that moment, a sudden hologram appeared in front of me, causing me to slow down in confusion.

With two long blood-red horns and a smile, the figure looked exactly like me.

The figure's cloak was painted a beautiful blood-red...and his figure somehow overlapped with the beseker.

Raising his leg, the holographic figure of me kicked his leg out and swept it out horizontally, his attack overlapping with the axe strike.

Where had I seen this before?

It was the exact move that my body had used while possessed by the devil to kill countless human soldiers.

Instead of jumping up into the air, I instantly rushed my perfectly vertical sword, which was pointing at the ground, forward.

As the beserker's axe swept horizontally through the air, it met my blood-red blade before me, coming to a halt.

Although my sword was definitely made of a stronger material, the berserker's raw strength allowed him to overpower my sword with just a simple iron axe.

However, the axe halted for a moment and lost its momentum, slowing a considerable amount.

Not skipping a beat, I immediately dropped my sword, allowing it to hit the ground, and rushed forward at the unguarded berserker.

Unable to move his battle axe to defend himself in time, Kratos lifted his left, free hand in preparation, but he was simply too tall.

His left fist was above me, so he would have to punch downward to even hit me.

As I sprinted forward, a holographic figure that resembled me but with two grown horns appeared to my right.

Moving at the exact same speed and being in the exact same position as me, the figure threw his fist forward at Kratos's chest.

My body had remembered the movements that the devil had used to defeat the hero and his army while possessing my body.

It was like muscle memory.

Following the holographic fist, my fist also surged forward at Kratos's waist area.

However, just before the two made contact, I halted my fist mere centimeters away from Kratos's body.

Behind me, one of my remaining clones, on my orders, simply stood still and stared at the blood-red blade on the ground.

Staring at my completely frozen figure below him, the beseker seemed to blink before immediately redirecting his attention to my clones who were rushing at him with their holographic blood-red swords.

Was I a clone?

Raising his axe to the sky, Kratos surged it down vertically at my clone who was standing near the blood-red blade.

Not moving, the clone simply allowed the iron axe to tear through him, his figure flickering before instantly disappearing.

Unable to stop the momentum of his axe, Kratos's swing sliced right through my clone and continued until it hit the ground.

However, instead of hitting the dirt of the forest floor, the tip of his axe hit the hilt of my sword, which was lying right below my clone.

*CLICK*

As the button on my sword's hilt was pressed, it immediately transformed, shrinking tenfold until there was just a pen lying on the ground.

At that moment, the holographic figure of the devil, who had his fist mere centimeters from Kratos's body like me, finally moved.

Without any hesitation, I mimicked his movement, sweeping my right leg horizontally at the berserker's feet.

As my foot and the berserker's left leg made contact, Kratos, caught off guard, lost his balance and leaned forward.

To counteract this, Kratos immediately moved his battle axe toward him, tipping him backward.

Yet, as his battleaxe moved backward, it immediately made contact with my blood-red pen, which was lying right below it.

Instead of clashing, my blood-red pen immediately flew back from the pressure of Kratos's axe.

In unison, the holographic figure of my devil and I moved, extending our hands and opening our palms.

Like clockwork, the pen landed in our palms, and immediately, both of us pressed down on its hilt, transforming it back into a sword.

As a sword appeared in both of our hands, the berserker finally seemed to realize that I was faking being a clone and the real one.

Shifting his gaze away from all my charging replicas, Kratos looked down at me, and he immediately spotted my blood-red blade swinging at him.

But...it was too late.

His body was too big a target.

No matter where he moved, my sword will still be able to reach his gigantic figure.

Slicing my sword in a horizontal line across the air, I did not stumble or hesitate as the side of my blood-red blade met the left side of Kratos's chest.

Slowing but not halting, the blade pierced through Kratos's chest and cut at his lower lung.

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Not getting greedy, the devil and I instantly tore our swords from the berserker's body, not attempting to cut any further.

However, at that moment, the berserker's axe, which was moving backward, rapidly neared me, preventing any escape.