“It’s Pride!” Dreygo screamed. The death winds had become the death bed of all trespassers in Pride’s continent. A lethal surge of wind that nobody could stop not until Pride was still breathing. It made them win the territorial battles easily. Even against Wrath, the Demon Lord of Explosions had difficulty in extinguishing such massive power of pure coldness and death, as if millions of needles borne by the death winds. That’s why Pride was hailed to be the strongest among the Demon Lords. “The tornado?” Viriel asked confusingly. “Yes. One touch of that wind can burn your skin to your bones. And he can control it whenever and wherever he can as where his eyes can land.” “How do we stop it?” Nethaniel asked. “If you have a wind bender magician here, then you can alter the tornado’s location or even stop it.” Dreygo responded. “Only Lord Arkeus can bend winds. He knew Pride’s power already.” “He better be here. Or else, only the Dea
A sudden explosion pushed Dreygo forward, shuddering until his face smashed the ground. Seemingly it was one of the Heaven’s aerial carrier. A Kraken wrapped around its humongous body with its gargantuan and thorny tentacles. With his vulnerability, the demons saw an opportunity to attack him, now it was different. Dreygo’s hearing, almost cracking his skull, was distorted much because of the explosion and eventually disoriented his vision. In the skies, the golden armor glittered against the orange clouds. Angels flew overhead in a majestic manner. As if victory was at hand. They seemed to eradicate the first sent battalions of demons. They were delivering deaths to the remaining cowering and escaping demon warriors. With a slight glimpse, in between the demon horde, he saw Pride receding from his steps. Viriel came to his aid, cutting demons with quick sword successions. He let Dreygo up and together they were unstoppable, fighting back to back against a stampeding h
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