The Death winds gave a heavy toll to the heaven army. It was almost inescapable. Dreygo pushed himself to his limits, gave everything on his attack just to lay a clean blow to Pride. But it was futile, nothing was landing clean. The wolves jumped at him, he bit back to three of them and they died instantly after an agonizing writhing.After witnessing his wolves died in front of him, a jolt of rage came at Pride and drove with hastened attack. His sword longer than usual but thinner than Dreygo’s blade, almost unseeing and found a clean cut to the latter’s shoulder through armor. The Enchantium blade pierced his skin, burning waves of pain loomed right after, his adrenalin did little to mask or delay the pain.“You wretched Demon!” Pride’s eyes brightened in terror. Then his face turned mild right after. “I almost forgot you bore the fluid of death. Your venom.”“Just one bite, Pride, and it will mean your death.” Dreygo taunted.“Well, that opportunity is a little dim, don’t you thin
The dust settled, as well as the horrifying and death-defying quake of the Megadishu. Dreygo’s ears continued to ring annoyingly and he felt the thickness of contaminated air fill the atmosphere invading his nostrils. “A megadishu blew. We are lucky that it was miles away from here. Probably from the very end of the Demon Army.” Viriel pondered, panting hard. His armor scarred from the blast. “Who could have detonated it, Viriel?” Dreygo asked as he inspected the area. It was bathed with blood and bodies of the dead. Ethers came forth from the demons wailing in terrifying unison. Angels seemed to be safe from where they stood. But only their numbers had diminished to almost a defeat because of Pride’s Death winds. “Where is your Lord Arkeus now, Viriel?” Dreygo asked, he spat blood into the marshy ground. The air filled with charred flesh and bones. He could almost taste it. “He has his ways, Dreygo. It’s always beyond the comprehension of normal beings
Rage shook the ground as Pride stomped forward for Dreygo. The beast moved as fast when he was in human form. The paw caught Dreygo on his midriff and he came flying back two hundred meters away, hitting boulders and dead bodies. Dreygo felt a strong discomfort on the affected area as he inspected his armor was decimated by the blow. Blood profusely came rushing out from his mouth, coughing hard. Every inch of movement had loomed waves of pain and had restricted him to move. He felt the ground tremored again, the stomps of Pride were fearsomely noticeable. But it stopped as large vines caught Pride’s legs. The beast bellowed in anger. The roar was disproportionate and intimidating with the body that he had. It echoed against Mierka and Stoic mountains, reverberating as if announcing the death of every being that stood against him. It was Viriel standing between a long chasm from Pride and Dreygo. A widespread of flowers grew from the ground in an instant, creating colo
Chapter:Dreygo felt his knees and his sole soring as he gave everything on his speed. He jumped on numerous obstacles, then ran again as he blazed further deep inside the Capital. Then it hit him, the screams of agony and pain. He knew the horrors of those moans, familiar to him. He knew he was nearing.On a large clearing, from far up ahead beyond the green gardens and the beautiful orchard of the Templar’s hall, laid the battlefield of humans and ghosts. He found Nethaniel was dropped to his knees, almost non-moving.Then he found Lust fighting against the ghosts. The humans had no match. Their weapons do not work against them. Bullets passed through them, and bombs just slowed the ghosts down, they kept on going like they were gnawing the pests on their way. The Bahukatsu armored warriors had a fighting chance with their swords that were bathed with Enchantium element had managed to kill some ghosts.Dreygo entered the battlefield, it was almost ending. It was clear that the huma
“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