So I took a deep breath and began releasing the wire from the bat completely, and the moment it released, a massive surge of power started to overwhelm Antak, and massive energy waves started to arise from him, and his same menacing laughter started to echo in the entire surrounding, and the drunkard again came in front of us while still holding onto his bottle.
Now seeing how this nasty fucker was still standing straight, I got pretty much the clue that my ass could be broken in many pieces if I messed with him, but heh-heh, who even cared about it?
I jumped at him before even Antak, while holding my bat and gesturing towards Antak to start the chaos, while now this bastard was looking way too creepy and terrifying; even looking at him for a few moments was causing a deep tremor inside of my heart, and I was way too glad that this bastard was acting from my side.
And in less than a moment, he punched the drunkard in his face, and this bastard's face was looking crushed by impact and was again sent flying. While I was forced to stare at this jerk, who was looking more fierce and handsome than before.
Now I wasn't even sure if this bastard would even listen to me now, like I released many of his seals, and now he could use nearly his full strength, and before he was only able to use less than 20% of his power, but now this bastard was looking more like a devil than a spirit.
Soon this creep again started laughing insanely and creepily, but soon laughter turned into disbelief, and even his own throat was cut, and his blood-like liquid was rushing out like a waterfall, and he looked at the incoming drunkard in disbelief, like, how could the gap be this massive?
Even after releasing the seal from Antak, he didn't even manage to land a decisive blow on him, so he took a deep breath while gesturing at me to get ready.
But the drunkard wasn't looking that great like before; his face was bent inwards, and a wound on his head from my bat was visible, but something strange happened that neither of us had any hopes about: that jerk took out his bottle and began to drink it with his broken face.
Well, seeing such a disturbing scene made us extremely cautious, like it was clearly a sign that this bastard was more powerful than we thought, because normal people react differently when they receive real damage, but this bastard was using his bottle to soak his broken face.
So it was really bad news while I gestured towards Antak to release the collection from the basement and bring them above, but he spoke while keeping his guard up, "Brat, it isn't time to fight with numbers; he is overwhelmingly stronger than me, and in spirits like us, if you are an above-class spirit, then no matter the quantity of lower-class spirits, they can't win, but I have way too many methods to slaughter this bastard, HAHAAHAAA!"
As he was still speaking, we saw that alcohol started to heal his face, and it became perfect in just a few minutes. Seeing this was more shocking to us, like this bastard had more power and even had the power of healing.
So it was really nerve-wracking, but Antak spoke again with a serious and creepy tone while gesturing to me, "Brat, follow my lead. I will attack its main body, and you will attack his alcohol bottles, but make sure not to touch any of those bottles barehanded; they aren't average bottles; they are souls, as I can clearly feel the presence from his drinks. Those souls should be the ones that got trapped in his curse."
While this creep was explaining to me, I was feeling a strange, creepy feeling around me, as if this jerk wasn't alone, and this feeling was pretty terrifying, so I tried to distract myself while hearing his words: "Jerk, this bastard didn't even start to use his curses, and we are still defeated, so I would have to start using my curse."
So when you follow my lead, remember not to fall behind or come in front of me, because my curse has its weakness, and if you dared to mess up the timing, then you will also be dragged into that curse and will be reduced to nothing but mere pebbles. "
Fuck, already. The atmosphere was this tense, and this asshole, instead of acting normal, was trying to scare my ass, but I didn't have a choice but to keep hearing him because that jerk was also not looking that lively like before.
So he continued speaking: "In my curse, you won't be able to move and will have to keep lying in a single place; people will not be able to see you or even feel you, and you will be forced to remain trapped in that state until I release you personally, and I won't be able to."
Hearing his words sent a chill down my spine, because this jerk was telling me that he wouldn't even try to release me from his curse, and this game was getting way too lethal, and I hated these fucked-up things only.
Such curses were way too messy and way too terrifying that even the lowest-ranking spirits could cast such curses that a normal person wouldn't even be able to escape or think of escaping.
I truly didn't like these curses, but every bastard that I caught had cast their curses on me, but sometimes with luck, madness, and my other spirits, I got away from it.
So I was pretty curious, as I had never heard his curse's name, so I guessed that in this dying moment I would be able to at least satisfy my curiosity, so I asked him, "Asshole, at least tell me the name of your curse so that I won't feel bad about dying from an unknown curse!"
Hearing my question, he started laughing about the name of his curse. Seeing the laugh and feeling the terror in my heart, he started smiling creepily and spoke while laughing insanely, "'The Servant of Demon's Child.' Just like the name suggests, it is a very lethal curse, so don't blame me if I leave you behind."
Hearing his words gave that warm feeling in my heart, and I took a puff from my cigar and a deep breath, while this drunkard's expression wasn't looking that good.
So Antak gestured for me to follow him, and as he dashed forward, I followed him behind while holding my bat firmly.
Soon they both clashed. Antak took out strange weapons out of nowhere and started attacking him, and every slice of his weapon surely pierced every organ of that drunkard.
And he began to take out the bottles from his bag, so seeing it, I also rushed forward and used my bat to smash his bottles, making him unable to recover, while Antak's continuous attacks were crazily damaging him.
And I felt that both of their energies were insanely increasing and saw that the darkness from Antak started to take positions on the ground while making a pattern like a moon.
While I started to recall the name in my heart, of his curse: 'The Servant of the Demon's child!'