"Hehe, the idiot must have noticed the death of his followers by now and must have understood that his target is being assisted by a powerful entity." Rylex chuckled to herself. Her face was vibrant and she was brimming with energy and excitement. "…" Syx turned her head to face Rylex, staring at the side of the goddess's face. Her glowing eyes flashed as she collapsed into the sea of thought, and in a flash, her expression went blank. "It won't be long until he starts to feed me more of his stronger followers, each of them as a probe to guage my strength." Rylex rolled her eyes with a sneer, her aura was shrouded with arrogance and pride, "Unless some elder god were to make their move, even the god of death himself would he unable to stop me." She was a bit pumped, and it showed with her not even trying to hide it. After a few seconds, she was finally able to calm herself and pick up her speech. "If not for my inability to leave Jack here and just—" Rylex paused, her
Chicken Wings flew at shocking speeds, flying out of the devastated wastelands in a few minutes. Liu Feng who was tightly hugged by Chicken Wings was delighted after seeing a cluster of buildings in the distance. Being pressed against Chicken Wing's cold and soft chest, his face was beet red throughout the short journey. "Ahem! We're very close to the outskirts of Ultra Star Republic, you should drop us now." Liu Feng said with an embarrassed smile as soon as they reached a considerable distance away from the cluster of buildings. Chicken Wings nodded in understanding as she slowed down her flying speed. After a while, she began to drop down to the ground slowly. Her eyes narrowing as she gazed into the distance. In a few seconds, she finally landed gracefully on the ground. Dropping Liu Feng and letting Liu Mei climb off her back. As soon as she was free, she furrowed her brows in apprehension. "That's weird. Why aren't there any guards at the gates?" Chicken Wings mutte
The world as we knew it was attacked by unknown forces from unknown origins. These strange monstrosities stemmed from eerie and dark dungeons on the surface called Hells. Humanity was at a loss facing this sudden onslaught caused by the sudden appearance of Hell Dungeons and monsters that only existed in fantasy and dreams appearing in reality. So, they gathered together to create a force that'll combat this new threat… Adventurers. The hell dungeons spawned monsters that slaughtered the common populace. The monsters spread forth like a plague. As a result of the sharp rise in the population of the demons and continuous skirmishes between adventures and demons, mankind chose to build new and powerful settlements and cities as a stronghold and haven from the plague. After various battles and losses, they came to find that the only way to close these Hells was to kill the leading demons that settled within. The leading demons were the bosses of the dungeons that spawned minions
Silence. The winds were agitated, and so were the steeds risen by the Imperial Flame Army. The vast plains was shrouded in an icy mist, and one could spot a few decapitated bodies scattered throughout the battlefield with a few limbs torn off. Holding the reins of his humble steed, Yin Huo who wore an emotionless mask, cast his gaze over the vast horizons. After a few seconds, he finally stabilised his armoured stallion was. "Esteemed Southern Commander, Yin Hou! We have already received estimates of the enemy's total forces." A short and stout bearded man who rode a dark stallion inched over and whispered in Yin Hou's ears, "The army seem to be marching over in this direction…" Yin Huo paused. His emotionless eyes suddenly began to flicker with a righteous light, and from those short flickers were birthed wild flames. "Heh." Yin Hou opened his mouth to speak in a deep and cold voice, his gaze held over the vast horizons, the plains devoid of human life or activity.
Mylos had gotten himself accustomed to the relentless attacks from demons. He believed that they were drawn to his hidden ability somewhat, and must want it for their worthless selves. He could do nothing about it. "I have been promised ten thousand gold Yreo for your wretched head, youngling. It's a shame I was too late in reaching you, or you would have made me easy gold to last more than a few years." Mylos smirked coldly as he held his sword, not making a move as he scrutinized his opponent. Alas, his little head carried a heavy bounty which numerous hunters gunned for despite his status and reputation. For that only, he'd been constantly attacked by troupes of hunters in unison with the demons after his ability. He had never been allowed to rest with their targets behind him, and had been killing attackers left and right. Although he never thought that the demons would also gain a reward for hunting him. He believed that only the hunters from other dumb races were after his
“Clang!” Dancing under the moonlight, the sparks of their blades clashing lit up the scattered shadows. Blood was sprayed all over the auditorium walls, and charred markings were blasted all over the exquisite ornate doors. Dead bodies lay on the ground — most mutilated, while some were burnt to a crisp. Their swords were shattered and their armour rent with claw marks over the metallic surface of the metal. “Clang!” In this blood soaked scenery. The duo clashed without a second of relent, their attacks and counterattacks looked perfectly synched — fluid and graceful, without a second of hesitation or stagger, nor a shred of relent. After seconds of clashing fiercely, they pulled away and gave some space for breathing. Finally, the faces of both swordsmen were revealed as the gleam of the moonlight shone on them. "Haha! Sword Eminences are truly annoying creatures, I don't even have the chance to breath." Standing in the moonlight with his head slightly bowed, he grinned
"Sit." Mylos blinked, then sat down on the chair facing that of his father. He stared into the man's eyes, his brows were furrowed and shoulders tense. He seemed anxious, but did not give himself away with any strange action. "Father, I—" The Chaos Eminence waved his hand, causing Mylos to shut his mouth and look away. After he had given his son the signal to shut his mouth, the Chaos Eminence drops his hand and laid it upon the table between them. "Don't bother yourself…" The Chaos Eminence sighed as he closed his eyes and laid back in his seat, "A large number of them had attacked the building you told me you would hide in. I guess, that was a very smart move." "No father. This has gotten to something beyond what I am able to handle." Mylos cut in after listening to all his father had to say, his brows still furrowed as he was still in deep thoughts, "I believe you know what I saw there." The Chaos Eminence smiled warmly as he picked up a glass cup filled with water and
A young boy ran briskly through a forest with a frown on his extremely handsome face. He was wearing a plain black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head to cover his hair. Strapped to the side of waist was a sword still in it's sheath. Everytime the boy's feet landed on the ground, he would appear metres away in the distance like a phantom without even leaving an afterimage. It was as if he was using a strange version of teleportation. Chasing after him was a blue haired girl on a bike were a crop top and a short shirt. A large claymore was strapped to her back, but it wasn't sheathed, boldly displaying it's blade. The dark grey blade of the claymore which was riddled with glowing green runes gave off an intimidating and dangerous vibe to whoever set their eyes on it. From the size alone, one could only imagine how powerful the wielder must be to have the ability to use it in a battle. The forest today was exceptionally quiet except for some tweets from the scarce birds f