I am an Eldritch Entity

Eryndor hurriedly took cover, containing the happiness in his heart as he perfectly hid himself.

Just like the previous time, he entered his Mind Palace with just a bit of focus and ran towards the first room.

There.

In all its glory.

The Sovereign's Cloak floated above the altar.

It was shimmering slightly.

The golden runes carved into its fabric were glowing bright.

They were also moving around, like fish swimming in the sea.

Their golden glow brightened to the point that Eryndor had to close his eyes…again.

God damnit, I really need to do something about this.

I can't keep closing my eyes time and time again.

A few moments later, he opened his eyes, his eyesight taking in the resetted Sovereign's Cloak.

Just like always, there was only a change in the words below, with nothing happening to the ability itself.

[Sovereign's Cloak - Active]

Did killing those disciples have a greater effect on the progress bar than I anticipated?

Eryndor's eyes narrowed in thought.

He had entered the Mind Palace not too long ago to check up on his Telekinesis. Back then, he had checked up on every other thing before leaving.

He could only conclude that the effect of killing humans was much better than killing beasts.

With joy in his heart, he left the Mind Palace, and returned to his physical body.

Uh oh.

It was his habit to deploy Spatial Sight as soon as he returned to the physical world to grasp hold of his surroundings, and check if anything had changed.

Well, this time it had.

His cover had been blown.

He could see a disciple heading his way through his Spatial Sight, as if she could see through the layers he had hidden himself in.

If that was all, he wouldn't have assumed it to be troublesome.

The problem was that he could sense her aura since she was using movement cultivation art. It was at stage one of Foundation Building realm!

Holy fuck, how did I offend her?

Eryndor hadn't wasted even a single moment in activating both his movement cultivation arts and running in the opposite direction.

Did she somehow sense that I have killed seven disciples?

Is she from the law enforcement group?

Eryndor ran as fast as he could, reluctant to use his eldritch form to run away just yet.

He opened his mouth and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Why are you after me?!"

With his enhanced physique, it was easy for his loud voice to reach huge distances.

A reply soon arrived even as he didn't stop running.

"You're unlucky, nothing else. Give up resisting."

Eryndor had already regained his calm by now, as he immediately used Cognitive Scrying.

There's no mental defense treasure, great.

Without wasting any time, he immediately began scrying the recent memories as to why she was targeting him.

Hmmm…so she made a deal in the black market to provide the materials and they would make the weapon.

However, this has a certain time limit, or they would cancel the deal. This was one of the best smiths in the area who would forge her weapon, so she didn't want the deal to get cancelled.

However, she couldn't gather enough materials in time, therefore she wants to compensate for a material with human bones.

Eryndor mentally shook his head.

This is twisted.

He was aware that what he was doing wasn't any different, but that didn't stop him from condemning other people.

The distance kept shortening as the young woman in stage one of Foundation Building realm was obviously faster.

As the gap between them shortened, Eryndor thought of the newly upgraded Sovereign's Cloak.

Shall I give it a go?

His confidence came from the fact that his Sovereign's Cloak was a top tier defensive innate ability.

Once it upgraded a realm, it was the strongest among that realm when it came to defensive matters.

Since it was now at Active realm, which was the third realm, it would be quite effective to block blows of the stage one Foundation Building realm disciple, right?

His speed slowed down, before he eventually stopped and turned around.

"You accepted your fate?"

The young woman questioned, as she soon caught up, standing opposite to Eryndor.

In response, he only activated the Iron Mountain guard above his Sovereign's Cloak.

Anya moved with the swiftness of a gale as soon as she finished speaking.

She initiated the attack with the Tempestuous Lash. It was her weapon based offensive cultivation art which worked in tandem with her weapon, a whip. She had named it Whisperwind Whip.

The Whisperwind Whip snaked through the air with blinding speed, its segments whistling like miniature cyclones as it employed Tempestuous Lash.

Eryndor, knowing his Sovereign's Cloak, intended to get hit directly to determine the level of damage.

True, his Sovereign's Cloak would instantly have the strongest defense in its realm after breaking through, he couldn't blindly believe it.

It would do well if he knew from before what level of damage he would incur so that he wouldn't miscalculate later in the battle. Or he could also run away if his Sovereign's Cloak proved incapable.

The first lash struck his arm. It went straight through his Iron Mountain guard as if it were paper, but the Sovereign's Cloak beneath it halted its progress. The force of the whip seemingly dispersed across the field.

Eryndor felt a pressure, a pushing sensation, but no sharp pain. The cloak shimmered, he could feel the golden runes he had hidden within it momentarily intensifying.

Anya's eyes lit up. The stage two Qi Condensation realm disciple had blocked her attack directly while being unharmed!

A hint of greed crept up in her eyes as she promised.

"Give me that defensive treasure, and I'll let you go."

Naturally, Eryndor didn't think of himself as an idiot to agree to it, so he could only assume that the female disciple was one based on her words.

No use talking to this idiot, I'll have to continue fighting.