“We have all our gifts from Kragus, Lust. This one is yours and it is fitting with your character. But you cannot take all of the Ghosts of Leechway by yourself, can you?” Dreygo said.“Do not be too cocky, Harbinger! You’ll show your true form once you will know that all of you are no match for me.” Lust’s voice cracked like it was gargling its saliva or her venom while it was talking.The black scales of the snake shone against the bright sky of Heaven. It almost changed its color as it moves, like black diamonds. It flickered at times, adjusting to its movements. The ghosts attacked the snake as commanded by the King. This was to weigh the strength of their opponent. Never had been in their many years had encountered such beast, only the lost souls in Limbo had they encountered.They could feel the weight of the Lust’s power, it reverberates against the ground and to their skin, like a soft whisper of death being filling the atmosphere. And everyone felt it. Everyone gave chills to
The Templar’s Hall was made of rooms as Nethaniel had said and it was built to defend itself from Demons. He was a demon and not an ordinary one, he was a Demon Lord now in the form of a beast, a monster. He pressed forward cautiously with utmost care with every step mattered and eyes training for traps or enemies that would end his life.The hall was silent. Only cries from the other rooms had loomed so softly that it was almost inaudible. His mind raised of thoughts weighing everything that he had sacrificed for this objective. A few meters from where he stood was the goal almost at hand. But he doubted not only a second but the moment he took those steps up the stairs of the Templar’s Hall.Nethaniel was badly injured, possibly on the brink of death. The Earth’s Lieutenants died also in battle. Viriel was nowhere to be found, his son, and his close friend. Dreygo was hoping that Viriel could have escaped away from harms way. His family, Maria and Lyka under a keep, was not safe unt
‘One more roadblock.’ Dreygo thought. He should be viciously careful about Zudkiel as the latter could set up traps with swords and could surprise him for a kill. There was silence momentarily and the only sounds were the gruesome thuds from the other room had loomed. There were screams and they were many and Dreygo could visual the ensued fight behind the doors.‘Kragus must had difficulty in penetrating the Templar’s hall.’ Dreygo thought. He could hear the clanging of weapons, steel against steel, enchantium against Oshengard’s finest metals.As Dreygo started to muster strength for an attack, a portal opened from Zudkiel’s back. It was Sarakiel who emerged. Bloodied and bruised, the angel dropped down from portal just above Zudkiel’s head. In instant, without further preparation, Zudkiel was caught by the second strongest Angel warrior.Sarakiel wrapped his muscular arms around Zudkiel’s neck for a rear naked choke. The latter gagged and struggled to free himself, but Sarakiel was
Just right before Dreygo had to jump for an attack, Kragus faced him and said, “Remember, Dreygo. Remember, who you serve and remember the stakes for killing me. I know you have prepared on the knowledge of conjuring the Forbidden spell.” The Hell God smiled. It gave Dreygo a jolt of memory of the powers the coursed through his veins were just borrowed from the Hell God.Sarakiel sauntered to the dead angel bodies and took one sword lying on the ground. Without hesitation Sarakiel moved almost unnoticed by Dreygo as the former grasped the sword. Sarakiel poured everything on his sword attacks, even shouting at every strike. Dreygo could feel the heavy reverberations of steel hitting against steel in an incredible showcase of skill. It was intense and fast. But Kragus just defended them all with his sword, wide and light, almost effortless and without even delivering a single counter attack himself. As if Kragus was just observing or relaxing as their skirmish lengthened. It was seemin
The Templar’s Hall cracked open as two Gods clashed each other with their unfathomable might. Kragus summoned a flame that engulfed his arms and Arkeus with his wind and lighting on both palms and with tremendous speed and energy, everything was devastated as both clashed together.And as the dust settled, the two gods were both gone, only the rays of the sky light shone through the devastated ceiling. Sarakiel had difficulty in standing up as his skin was burnt. But he was healing. Dreygo followed as he jumped through the ceiling and landed on the garden outside the hall. He found them just over the outskirts of the city boundaries as the clash continued, just at the foot of the mountain Stoic.He could feel the small quakes of the ground trembled below his feet. Lightning came and a gush of a deadly wind all in one place where the fight transpired. Flames and Ice also towered as assumed Kragus with his attacks. Dreygo ran towards to where the fight took place. It would take him ten
It was too late. The Kraken was only a diversion and Arkeus had fixated his attention on killing it. Even Dreygo and Sarakiel had bought the same distraction. It gave ample time for Kragus to rally strength to conjure his ultimate weapon. His Solar Flare and Hell Freeze combined. Flame as bright and hot as the sun and frozen wind gust freezing everything it touches, both phenomena in one plane on opposite sides and Kragus was at the center. It created a dome around the two Gods, it was faint at first, but it became more visible as time passed.A dome made of flame and cold chilling air combined, it seemed that Kragus’ ultimate power was a God killer, Dreygo thought. The look on Arkeus’ face was stunned and surprised. Dreygo and Sarakiel was outside of the dome, but they could see passed through it. Dreygo could not explain but the dome was horrific to look at. Never in all his waking life had seen such powers of opposite character were merging into one. Even science could not fathom a
“I know you’re out there, Dreygo!” Kragus called out. His voice was fierce but calm, but somewhat tired like a man drank too much but could still hold his composure. The Hell God sauntered closer towards where Dreygo was hidden, his sword dragged against the ash ground. Dreygo went out from the shadow of the boulder and made himself visible to his enemy. His beast transformation was still intact, it was a good thing he thought. Now, the only question that flooded his thoughts, can he defeat the weakened Hell God? or was it another Hell God’s misdirection. He had to secure victory for this fight and should give his all, no second chances, otherwise it would mean the end of the three realms. “Well done, Kragus. You have proven yourself the most powerful of all three realms. Then, what’s next? Sit yourself on the throne and turn the realms like hell?” Dreygo responded. “We will cross the bridge when we get there, Dreygo. The offer still stands. Stand by me and you will become a God. I
As the Nocturnals and Kragus’ fight pressed on without any form of stoppage, the ground shook hard, an earthquake, so strong and abrupt. It was not because of their fight but something more dubious happening underneath them. The ground cracked and depressed as if they were pulled down to a hollow space underground. Dreygo ran himself to safety to where the cracks stopped. The birds flew everywhere as if the whole mountain was shaken. The fight between the Hell god and the Nocturnals had stopped momentarily. Something burst out from beneath the center of the crater and suddenly, vines sprouted. They grew so fast as if their growth were accelerated a billion times more than normal. The vines became larger as they emerged and crawled towards the air vertically. They intertwined so grotesquely but beautifully; one could not understand the combination of the natural design with less feeble-minded beings lesser than the gods. As it grew almost a kilometer high, the branches sprouted outwar