Spending Noble with a system-Chapter 11: Clone

"He's creating a clone. He wants to bypass the seal." The woman said anxiously. The man was even more worried, "We don't know what state the world is in now."

Then, his gaze locked onto Lucien. His eyes widened. "I feel my teacher's origin flowing through you. Are you part of the argent dynasty?

"No." Lucien shook his head. "I've never heard of such a power. The major human power right now is the Fleme Empire. The rest are its subordinate kingdoms, none of which bear such a name."

The blonde man sighed forlornly, "Could teacher have not survived?"

But the sorrow didn't last long. His focus sharpened as he turned back to Lucien. "That guy is a herald of the Mnemonic Dreadlord, once the clone is finished he will possess it. Even though you possess my teacher's origin, you won't be able to stop him."

He stopped to look at the clone, It had almost completely materialized. The blonde man continued,

"My name is Henry, youngest disciple of the Argent Swordlord. You possess a sliver of my teacher's origin. I can't move but I can possess you temporarily, helping you stop him."

Lucien felt a wave of apprehension and revulsion rise up inside him. He didn't fancy the idea of letting anyone possess him, let alone someone he had just met. What if they refused to leave after possessing him, he wasn't keen on such a proposition.

Henry saw the doubt on Lucien's face and smiled wryly. He would be just as suspicious if he were in Lucien's shoes, but the situation really was urgent.

A resounding shattering sound echoed through the chamber as Lucien felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He turned towards the origin of the sound, his heart palpitating.

The clone had completely materialized. It looked just like the red robed priest, down to the last detail.

The priest closed his eyes just as the clones eyes snapped open. An overbearing aura blew through the cave, pressing down on Lucien's chest like a vice.

Lucien immediately used appraise.

[Use 50 gold coins for Appraise?]. The system prompted.

Lucien didn't have time to feel the heart ache. He could earn more money later, he had only one life.

[Name: Orric Thorne (clone)]

[Level: Saint(Severely weakened)]

[Race: Human]

[Strength: 106]

[Speed: 103]

[Stamina: 104]

[Vitality: 60]

[Intelligence: 300]

[Skills]

[magic mastery: lv7][firestorm: lv 5][magic penetration: lv7][magic maximization: lv 7][....]

Lucien almost just directly gave up. The champion had almost killed him, and its skills and attributes had been lower than this clones'.

The clone fixed Lucien with a hostile glare, "You boy, do you wish to serve the mighty Dreadlord, conqueror of realms, bringer of despair."

If this were back on earth and someone asked him such a pompous question, Lucien would have laughed in their face.

But as it were, Lucien felt a cold sweat drip down his brow. Along with it was a sense of stubborn fury and will, that he would serve no one.

It originated from his bones, his bloodline and his combined soul.

Lucien had suffered the toils of working for others, and died overworked and underpaid. Lucien's predecessor was a born ruler, never having to serve under anyone since birth. Their combined will and soul ensured that he had no desire to serve anyone, let alone someone dubbed 'bringer of despair'.

Seeing the stubborn refusal to cooperate in Lucien's eyes, the priest didn't insist or hesitate. He stretched out his hand and swung.

Lucien watched him confused only to hear Henry shout anxiously, "Duck."

Lucien moved instinctively, he activated all his buffs and leapt out of the way, not daring to wait and see. He felt something brush along his arm but leaving no cut.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain impact his mind. The pain was the worst thing he had ever felt in his life, even the torture hadn't come close. He knelt on the ground, clutching his head in overwhelming agony.

Out of nowhere, he heard Henry's voice in his head. "He is using soul attacks. You can't defend against this type of attacks unless you can see them. He will kill you. Let us in. My companion can heal your companion." freёweɓnovel.com

Lucien could vaguely see the clone making another move. He relented and relaxed his defenses. Lucien felt an overbearing but gentle presence manifest in his body. The overwhelming pain was like a tap that was cut off from the source, it dulled immediately.

He then felt a similar sensation to when his predecessor was in control; He could feel everything yet he couldn't control or move anything. He panicked.

Henry's voice resounded in his mind, now clearer than before. "Don't panic. If you resist me too strongly we could both be hurt, you significantly." Lucien tried to still his panic.

"That's better." Henry's voice resounded again. "your soul is really strange, No matter, Let me activate the dormant origin energy in your body."

Lucien felt a strong surge of energy rise through his body. The energy was not a lot, but it carried a dense heavy essence. It felt like each was heavier than a mountain and sharper than a thousand swords.

The clone waved his hand again, this time though, the result wasn't as he expected, Henry was now in control.

A dense aura rose from Lucien's body and covered his hand, which he used snatch at the air. In Henry's eyes the soul blade the herald used was plain as day.

The soul blade was caught in his hand and crushed. The clone's eyes narrowed at Lucien before he exclaimed, "Henry. I can feel the stench of your presence on this boy. Possession."

The herald smirked, "This clone was made by the last of my lord's essence. You alone cant stop, it will just take me a little more time to eradicate the pest."

As he said this, he unleashed spell after spell of epic strength against Lucien. Henry gave as good as he got, he unsheathed the sword Lucien carried and covered it in bright golden metallic aura.