Arthur, with his super reflexes and honed agility, swiftly dodged the strikes of the Gorgon clone as it slashed at him. His body flowed like water, evading the deadly claws and fangs of the Gorgon. As the snakes lunged at him, Arthur anticipated their movements and sidestepped their bites. With a swift swing of his Vortrax axe, he struck the snakes, severing their heads one by one. The room echoed with the sickening sound of decapitated serpent heads hitting the ground.But to his surprise, the severed heads of the snakes began to grow back, not with single heads but with double the number. "I see," Arthur muttered, his voice was wary. "If their heads get decapitated, they regenerate with more heads."He sighed in exasperation. "We're running out of time. The more time we spend here, the more quickly that demon gets her hands on the Sunburst arrows."Just as Arthur was about to step forward to face the Gorgon clone, Lance and Irina suddenly positioned themselves before him, confr
Suspended in mid-air, was a swirling portal. It was emanating Lady Azaria's overwhelming aura. Arthur fixed his eyes on the portal and for a long while, he studied the situation. He need no prophet to tell him that Lady Azaria must be somewhere within that otherworldly dimension."I mustn't waste time," Arthur took a deep breath and leaped into the portal.He landed within a stone maze of the dimension. Arthur's surroundings caught his attention, like a snare. The walls of the maze were thick and impenetrable, towering high above him. It was three taller than the walls of Valoria city. Looking up, Arthur squinted against the blazing hot skies. The sun bore down upon him, casting an intense heat that made him sweat. "Too hot," he shielded his eyes. "I must've entered a realm vastly different from the other world."It was a harsh and unforgiving place. The ground was dry and cracked and there wasn't a sign of life. Arthur pushed aside his questions and focused on his mission to
Lady Azaria's eyes glared at Arthur, filled with anger. It was the first time a mere man cut off her head.Never before in her entire existence as a demon had she experienced such humiliation.Arthur turned his attention to Lily. He stared at her as she continued to separate the Sunburst arrows from the crystal. One look at her movements told him she was under Lady Azaria's control. Anger he had never felt before surge through him. He turned sharply at Lady Azaria's head. "You demon! How dare you put Lily under your evil influence?" He raised his voice. Lady Azaria's decapitated head remained still for a moment then a wicked grin formed on her lips. "How interesting," she hissed eerily, smacking her lips. Suddenly, her head started sprouting limbs and rapidly developing a body, reconstituting itself before Arthur's eyes. "No mortal has ever decapitated my head before. Allow me to introduce myself, Arthur. I am Lady Azaria, a demon lord and one of the Devil King's six generals
The Bounty Hunters. The Bounty hunters were men and women with god-tier combat skills, renowned for their deadly abilities. They were majorly hardened criminals, assassins or outlaws. They don't abide by the laws of the land neither do they side with anyone. Their insatiable thirst for money drives them to do anything. The Bounty hunters were under the umbrella of the Dark guild. The dark guild was a unique and secretive faction which gave resources to the bounty Hunters to enhance their pursuits. The Bounty hunters loyalty lay solely with their own interests. No task was too dangerous or morally ambiguous if the payout was good.This was why Lord Zephyr choose to use the Bounty hunters for his purpose. Lady Azaria's unexpected death hit him like a hammer. It disorganized his thoughts. With the other demon lords still out there and hunting for the remaining artifacts, it won't be long before Arthur, posed a significant threat to his plans. In an effort to slow down Arthur's p
Irina and Arthur stood side by side on the deck of the ship, the wind rustling through their hair as they set sail from Aerora city. The people gathered on the harbor and waved them farewell. Their voices were filled with gratitude and admiration. The ship, guided by the magnificent flying turtle, gracefully glided away from the harbor, embarking on the Valiant Vanguard's new journey.As the ship sailed steadily, Irina turned to Arthur, her eyes filled with solemnity. "Arthur," she began, her voice low, "let me tell you more about the Watch man's eye and the temple we seek."Arthur listened intently as she spoke. "The Temple of Eternal Visions was built to serve the goddess Amara, the goddess of Time." She continued after a short pause. "For generations, my ancestors were devoted worshippers of Amara. It was our duties to construct and protect the temple."Curiosity burned inside Arthur which prompted him to ask a question that lingered in his mind. "Why was the Watch man's eye h
Arthur stood amidst the battlefield, facing the ruthless men prepared for bloodshed. He clenched his jaw, sizing their forces up. The captain of the pirate ships stepped forward. One look at him gave him a commanding an imposing presence. He was a giant figure, towering above the rest, with a rugged build that reminded Arthur of a pro wrestler. The captain's eye patch covered one eye while his brown beard was thick and unkempt, framing a weathered face hardened by life. Most notably, his left hand had been replaced by a menacing hook.Arthur wondered why every pirate he had read about in books and watched in movies always wears a hook. With a gravelly voice that carried over the din, the captain called out to the Valiant Vanguard. His voice was like metals clanging in a canyon valley. "Which one of you is Arthur?"Arthur stepped forward, and met the captain's gaze. "I am he," he declared. He was surprised how steady his voice was. The captain stared at Arthur for a long momen
Arthur's eyes was heavy when he slowly opened them. To his shock, he found himself floating in space. He saw stars, planets, and the solar system drifting past him, and he wondered how he had ended up here. Was this all a dream? He glanced around himself but was surprised that he couldn't feel his legs nor could he feel his body. Arthur wondered if this was all just a figment of his imagination. "I'm I dead?" He asked himself. " Could that explain why I'm an orb of light floating aimlessly in space?"He became anxious as the thought of death crept into his mind. "Damn it. Of course I'm dead. I was killed by that dark elf."Arthur couldn't tell what had happened but he remembered the Draven moving in on him like a ghost. His heart was petrified into stone and his arms and limps went numb as if he was struck by a magic that made him immoveable. Draven must've taken advantage and used the chance to decapitated his head. Arthur felt bad. He was defeated too soon. Draven had used
Arthur was quiet. He didn't say anything. "Let me get this straight," he finally spoke. "I'll be given a second chance at life but this time, I'll be a villain."Celestia cleared her throat. "Um...more or less. However you must level up to become the most powerful villain in this new world."Arthur never thought he would have to become a villain inorder to become a hero. Much to Celestia surprise, he said. "I guess I have no choice. Let's get this over with.""In a while," she said. "Before that, what type of villain would you like to be in your next world?"Without thinking about it, Max answered, "A god."Celestia laughed as if mocking him, "That's impossible, you fool. You can't be a god in two worlds."Offended by her words, Arthur asked, "Are you mocking me?""You can be anything, a dragon, a demon Lord, a giant, an elf, a wizard, a vampire or a werewolf," she offered, laying out the options before him. "At your level, you can never be amongst the gods."Arthur considered his o