Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

"Crush them without mercy!" encouraged Edgar from the side.

Luke didn't hesitate. The tree sped toward the two hooded men, who could do nothing to avoid it.

A deafening roar was heard as the tree crashed into the hooded men. The ground shook under the impact, and the earth rose in a cloud of dust and fallen leaves.

Both were sent flying through the air like kites. The werewolf grunted in pain as his muscles tensed to resist the impact, but it was all to no avail. He went rolling across the ground at high speed, leaving a trail of dirt in his wake.

The faceless one twisted in midair before crashing into a nearby tree with a thud.

'He lifted that tree in a matter of seconds. The information we had from his power is wrong,' thought the faceless, feeling pain all over his body. His condition was not good at all.

The werewolf was in better condition, as his physique was superior to that of the average outcast. However, he could barely stand up. A blow from a 300 kg or more tree at a fast speed is no small joke. A normie would have died with that attack.

"They're still alive," Luke muttered in surprise. He didn't think they could survive such an attack. He wouldn't have. His body is only slightly better than Normie's.

"The werewolf has stronger bones and muscle tissues than another kind of outcast. The faceless one managed to create a kind of shield that protected him from part of the blow," said Edgar, who had seen everything.

Luke went back to controlling the tree he threw earlier. It was easier since he didn't have to exert as much force when pulling it out of its roots. He had to deliver the coup de grace. He didn't know where Sabrina's fucker was.

Just as Luke was about to deliver the coup de grace to one of the hooded men, a person appeared.

"Luke! What's going on here?" asked Andrew. His appearance wasn't very good. It looked like his fight with Tommy had been intense.

Luke, in his battle against the two hooded men, had moved away from Crackstone's crypt and the others.

"They are enemies that attacked us out of nowhere," Luke replied without taking his eye off the werewolf and him faceless, who was trying to get up so as not to be crushed again.

As he was about to deliver the coup de grace, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye as Andrew lunged towards him, throwing a blow with his sharp and deadly claws.

The speed was slower than that of the hooded werewolf, but as Luke let his guard down, thinking he was with one of his allies and watching for his prey not to escape, he barely managed to dodge the blow.

Andrew's claws slashed Luke's chest. His medieval knight costume rips in strips at that part, revealing skin scarred by the claw marks.

Luke, with an expression of surprise and pain, stepped back quickly, blood gushing from the wound. Thanks to his observation, Haki managed to move a few centimeters. Otherwise, the claws would have sunk deep into his chest, and it would have been a mortal wound.

'What the fuck?' Luke thought as his girlfriend's brother lunged with murderous intent towards him again.

He quickly threw the tree at his new enemy. He didn't know if it was Andrew or if he was being controlled, but he didn't want to die.

Andrew or whoever it was jumped the tree, but Luke instantly moved it to follow his movement and hit him. The werewolf used his muscular, hairy, X-shaped arms to cover himself. He was sent flying into a tree.

'Damn, it hurts... Luckily, I have more than one aura,' Luke thought, looking at the bloody wound on his chest.

Before he knew about auras and more of the outcast world, he thought that with his telekinesis, he would be invincible. He wasn't. Although his telekinesis was powerful, there would be death by now if not for his observation haki. A white aura ability.

Telekinesis had great offensive power, but the defensive had a way to counter it, such as immobilization or sending a person flying with telekinetic waves.

Luke wanted to learn about a telekinetic shield, but Edgar, for some reason, didn't want to teach him such a technique.

"Your power is amazing!" said Andrew, getting up. His arms were in shreds, with blood and bones popping out. He had a maniacal grin on his face and looked like he was amused to be in that state.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Luke with a frown. He knew they weren't manipulating or controlling Andrew. Since his personality couldn't change that much.

"My name is Amaranth. A pleasure," Andrew said as his face began to change. His stature dropped, and his bone structure became smaller.

In front of Luke stood a girl about his age, or a little older. Her skin was pale, her hair was snow white, and her eyes were blood red. Her delicate, previously injured arms healed at an incredible speed. Until they were in perfect condition.

Luke was dumbfounded for several reasons. First, the change of form. Second, the fast healing reminded him of the first witch he faced, although it wasn't as fast. Third because of the girl's appearance. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had never seen a girl with such a peculiar beauty.

First of all, it is almost impossible to find a person with white hair and blood-colored eyes. Amaranth's face was perfect. Her facial features had no imperfections.

"Whoa, I didn't expect to find a half-breed," Edgar commented, observing Amaranth. He didn't care about her beauty. He was a ghost hundreds of years old.

[Half-breed? What do you mean?] asked Luke.

"She's a shapeshifter and a vampire," replied Edgar.

[What? How do you know she's a vampire?] asked Luke. He agreed with the shapeshifter thing since he saw how she transformed into Andrew and had seen Natasha transform into other people before.

[Her pale skin, white hair, and red eyes. However, that's the least of it. Normal shapeshifters can only take on the appearance of others but cannot match the strength and powers of their targets, Edgar began explaining.

[On the other hand, a shapeshifter and vampire can, at the same time, match the power of the target they were transformed into. This is achieved by taking their blood. Although it will not achieve 100% of the strength and the effect does not last forever] Edgar finished saying.

Edgar couldn't explain further as Luke was in the middle of a death match and didn't have time for a class.

"Let's see how your blood tastes," said Amaranth, sucking her index finger where it had Luke's blood on it, since with that hand she had attacked him before.

[Will she be able to copy my appearance and abilities with just that blood?"] asked Luke.

"Don't worry. She needs to drink a lot more to copy your abilities. She should bite your neck with her fangs," replied Edgar.

"Mm... delicious. I've never tasted such delicious blood," Amaranth said with a mad grin.

Amaranth began to lick her hand full of Luke's blood with great speed and an expression of pleasure.

"Delicious... delicious... delicious... delicious..." muttered Amaranth, licking all of Luke's blood from her hand. Her body seemed to be writhing as she tasted the blood.

'She's crazy...' thought Luke, backing up a few steps.

Finally, Amaranth had no more blood to lick and looked at Luke with eyes of desire, "Can I have some of your blood? It won't hurt," Amaranth asked longingly.

Any man seeing Amaranth's longing expression would tell her yes instantly, but Luke was grimacing. He did not respond. The tree he used earlier began to float again.

"Oh, you're a difficult boy... That makes me want you more," Amaranth said with a longing look at Luke.

"Amaranth, we must finish him as quickly as possible," said the faceless one, arriving at his companion's side. Thanks to Luke being distracted, he managed to get to his feet, though he was still badly wounded and would be a liability in battle.

"Yeah, half-breed bitch, stop playing around and get serious," said the werewolf with fury in his tone. His condition wasn't very good either.

"Shut up, you shit. I do what I want," said Amaranth, making a 180-degree attitude change. Her tone was cold, and she looked with disgust and disdain at her companions.

Luke was about to take advantage of the enemy's discussion, and he had grouped up. He could take out all three in a single tree strike, but just at that moment, another person arrived.

"Stop if you don't want your companion to die."

Luke turned his head and stopped midway through the floating tree. This was the person of short stature and a small build who ordered the hags to attack Veronica and Daphne.

Next to him was Enid, imprisoned.

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