Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Darkness King's Authority!

Physique of Leviathan! (AN: Partial transformation)

Aengus activated his abilities, and in an instant, his aura shifted dramatically. Darkness poured out from him, spreading across the battlefield, and focused heavily on Marquis Reynard.

The oppressive weight of the dark energy slowed Reynard's movements, pressing down on him as if invisible chains were binding his body. His weapon, still gripped tightly, hung useless at his side as he struggled against the force.

Rise!!

Sensing the growing danger, Reynard summoned hundreds of skeletons, their hollow eyes glowing as they surrounded him. Armed with bone swords, the undead legion marched toward Aengus, their synchronized thudding footsteps echoing like a cavalry charge, filling the atmosphere with an eerie tension.

Boom!

Aengus jumped and dove down into their midst, the impact shaking the ground beneath them. His partial Leviathan transformation had drastically boosted his physical strength, and with his claws, he tore through the undead like they were nothing. Rotten flesh and brittle bones crumbled under the force of his strikes, scattering debris across the hard field.

The spectators watching from the grand hall were left speechless, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. They couldn't comprehend the ease with which Aengus was decimating the undead horde. To him, it seemed like a trivial task.

Standing among the remains of hundreds of torn and destroyed bodies, Aengus remained calm, like an ancient well.

"Growl!"

Just as the silence settled over the platform, the growls of the undead broke through once again.

Marquis Reynard smirked as the shattered skeletons began to reform. The scattered bones and flesh pulled together, restoring the once-defeated undead army.

Aengus, however, showed no concern. He stretched his muscles casually, his body now engulfed in Hellfire. The flames flickered menacingly, and Marquis Reynard's smirk faltered- Hellfire was the bane of the undead after all.

"Control of Hellfire? Interesting..." Belial's voice echoed with growing intrigue as his gaze sharpened, keenly observing the battle unfold. His interest in Aengus had now been thoroughly piqued.

Belial watched closely, unaware that Aengus still held even greater power in reserve.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Aengus moved like a bolt of lightning, his Hellfire-infused strikes hitting the undead with such intensity that each one erupted into flames, burning them into nothing but ash. His movements were a blur, too fast for most to follow.

"Die!"

At that exact moment, Marquis Reynard broke free from the binds of Aengus's Darkness chains.

With a roar, he lunged forward, his heavy skeletal greatsword aimed directly at Aengus, intending to impale him. Reynard's speed was tremendous, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

Clang!

Aengus met the strike head-on, his bare hand colliding with the massive bone sword. The force of the impact vibrated through his entire body, a powerful shockwave rippling outward from the point of contact.

The ground beneath them cracked, and the air itself seemed to tremble as their thunderous clash echoed through the expanded arena.

Aengus's eyes narrowed as he steadied himself, feeling the immense power behind Reynard's blow. But instead of backing down, he smirked. The darkness around him pulsed as Hellfire flared even brighter along his arms, making the clash between them even more intense.

The Hellfire swarmed around Reynard, making painful for him to hold onto. But he managed to resist with his armour and Nether energy.

Both fighters locked in a deadlock, neither willing to back off as the audience watched in stunned silence. The arena was filled with the sounds of cracking stone and the burning hiss of Hellfire, while Belial leaned forward, his interest deepening.

"Show me what you've got, half-breed demon," Reynard sneered, his skeletal face twisted with fury.

Aengus's voice remained calm, but there was a fire behind his eyes. "You haven't seen anything yet."

Aengus produced a pair of wings of Hellfire and Darkness.

Buzz!

His wings unfurled fully, buzzing as they propelled him into the air with astonishing speed. The entire arena was bathed in the eerie glow of his combined power, the audience now completely captivated by the spectacle.

Marquis Reynard, caught off-guard by Aengus's aerial maneuver, remained silent for a moment before a scowl crossed his face.

He activated his Deathly Aura, a field that drained life from anything within its range. But as the aura surrounded Aengus, it had no effect on him.

Aengus smirked, unaffected. His own affinity with Death made Reynard's power seem pitiful in comparison, his aura far superior in strength.

Frustration built up in Reynard. But, His undead will refused to give up.

With immense force, he gripped his Skeletal Greatsword with both hands and hurled it like a spear, its tip aimed at Aengus with deadly intension.

Whoosh!

The air whistled as the weapon's destructive tip hurtled toward him, but Aengus remained unfazed. With a calm, focused gaze, he extended his hand and activated one of his more devastating abilities.

"Gluttony of Darkness!"

In an instant, a swirling black hole formed in Aengus's palm, sucking the greatsword into it like a voracious void, completely nullifying Reynard's attack.

The crowd gasped in astonishment as the weapon vanished without a trace, their disbelief echoing throughout the hall.

Suddenly, a series of notifications flashed across Aengus's vision:

[Strength +50]

[Agility +50]

[Defense +55]

Aengus glanced at the notifications but quickly dismissed them. His mind was now entirely focused on finishing the fight.

In seconds, He reached at top the ceiling of hall.

Swish!

Then, with a swift motion, he folded his wings behind him and dove down toward Reynard, leaving a black fiery trail on his path.

Hellfire burned brighter around his Deathly Claw as he prepared to unleash a devastating clash.

The air trembled behind him as the intense dark power surged through his body.

Reynard's hollow eyes flickered brightly, barely having time to react before Aengus descended upon him like a falling star.

BOOOM!

Aengus's deathly claws connected with Reynard's armor, piercing through it upon impact.

The explosive force shattered Marquis Reynard's skeletal body into pieces.

Aengus, propelled by the extra force, collided with the hard ground, causing an earth-shattering impact.

The floor beneath him collapsed within a 50-meter radius.

A fiery storm and debris scattered everywhere, reaching near the spectators who stood at a safe distance.

They felt the deathly heat, and shivered, realizing that if they had been any closer, they most likely might not have survived .

As the dust began to settle, everyone looked toward the center with curious faces...

"Is Marquis Reynard dead already?" they all wondered.