Chapter 657 For Honor
Finally, Oga used his 2nd most useful and powerful move that he had under his holster. The first was obviously the Gravity Domain. And the 2nd being none other than Gravity Imprisonnt skill.
This was a skill that allowed the Hrodvitnir subordinate to focus and concentrate the entirety of his Gravity Domain on a single spot and completely freeze that target, unable to even move an inch of their body or even bat an eye.
This skill could be used on any target within 15 kiloters based on the dual sword samurai subordinate's current power levels. But there was a reason why Oga hadn't used it throughout the battle.
Because this skill had one big flaw. And that flaw would be the undoing of this skill and would jeopardize Oga's life if failed.
The biggest flaw of this skill was that if the opponent had so type of burst of energy type of skills that could explode and throw off the exerted gravitational force on their body… not only the skill will get nulled but Oga's entire Gravity Domain, which was the main driving force behind this skill would instantly crumble.
And as a result, Oga would receive a severe backslash that could incapacitate him as a consequence. Thus, he carefully used his other skills and used the Gravity Domain's suppression on Azerog till the fireborne depleted all of his strength and could no longer use any last mont life saving skill.
And finally… it was ti, to seal the deal.
The very next mont, a white armor suddenly appeared out of nowhere and Oga was completely covered under it as if this armor was part of his body.
His black arm remained the sa and his right leg part of the army also turned black but this ti, there was blue fire coming out of the corners. Along with these two noticeable changes, so parts of the armor also turned black.
Around his right shoulder was the head of a white wolf while the left shoulder was covered in fur. Even Oga's eyes turned bright blue in this transformation. His eyes turned bright blue and as for the head, it was covered in a white mask that completely hid his face.
This was the Moonlight Armor form Oga inherited from Skoll. This was the battle form where Oga was 4 tis faster and his accuracy and maneuverability increased by twice.
Azerog's entire being shuddered with fear and disbelief.
Oga quickly took an attacking stance as his back slightly hunched along with his legs while he placed his right hand on Kojin which was sheathed at the mont.
QUICKDRAW!!
In the next second, Oga appeared 2 kiloters behind the frozen and restrained figure of Azerog, the 4th stage saint.
Shatter!!
With this… Oga's Gravity Domain instantly shattered and the restrictions on his body were removed.
Azerog turned his head around and looked at Oga, wondering what just happened. But then he noticed that Oga no longer had Kojin in his right hand while Raijin was still sheathed in the scabbard.
Shock!!
An instant wave of shock hit his body and mind as Azerog finally noticed what happened in that microsecond.
The fireborne saint turned his head back and looked down as he finally noticed where the missing Kojin was…
Splurt!!
Azerog had a fear-stricken and bewildered expression. Not Oga was equally matched in strength but could use Gravity Law. And under his domain, when he was stunned for just one second and due to his agility was restricted by 90%... He couldn't even escape the killing strike that ca his way. Because at this mont…
Kojin was stabbed right inside his chest.
"I will give you one last chance.
Would you die as a coward or…" spoke Oga in a domineering voice and continued in a tyrannical voice.
"Die with honor."
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Azerog's body slowly descended to the ground as the wound started spewing blood from the place of the wound. Yet the saint didn't try to take it out or used any potions to protect his life.
Because he heard Oga's words… the enemy was giving him a last chance to die with honor instead of a rciless execution.
If the latter tried to make a move… Kojin would activate and he'd die an agonizing death because of the dragonfire. And he no longer had any ans to protect himself or retaliate in the slightest at this point.
Azerog could feel the life force leaving his body and soon, he'd die. But instead of having an indignant expression in his final monts… he had a tranquil expression and tears dropped from his eyes.
With each passing mont, the 4th stage saint started recounting his journey in the past 5 years ever since he joined the Hero's Party.
And how he turned from a person with morals and ethics of a prideful warrior into a scum who kidnapped won and brought them to Axel under the order of his clan and the Church of Hetrax.
Those deeds were sothing he was ashad of till this mont but throughout all this ti… he told himself that it was for the sake of the empire. To help the church reign and then bring a unified peace after they threw away the imperial rule.
"Maybe this is the punishnt for my cris. I have failed my clan… my empire. And I have discarded my honor as a warrior.
A heinous criminal like doesn't even deserve this type of kind death." he spoke to himself as he revealed an expression of agony and regret on his countenance.
Not everyone was inherently bad.
Sotis, they were forced to do things that didn't go along with their character because of their lineage and background.
Not every rich heir of a noble clan like Azerog was a vile and cruel individual and not all weak and poor people were righteous or good.
Unlike the stories of heroism, bravery, chivalry and justice…
The world wasn't Black or White… rather it had always been Grey.
Azerog was an example of such people. A good man standing on the side of Evil.
He was a talented prodigy and an honorable warrior. Comparable to a valorous and loyal knight of a king. But his very background and identity forced him to serve a master who was no different than a living monster.
As his consciousness was getting affected because of the blood loss… He looked at Axel who didn't even bother trying to rescue him or any of the fallen party mbers until now.
"May you rot in the eternal hell, you bastard!
For every cri you made commit and every woman and their family's lives you destroyed… I hope the gods above give divine punishnt.
I will pay for my cris if there's an afterlife. But as for you…
I hope your death is much worse than anyone can ever imagine." spoke Azerog as he ca to terms with his death.
All those thoughts took only 10 seconds in real-ti.
Azerog then sat down on his knees. Oga appeared behind him on his left, raising Raijin high.
"Do it!" shouted the fireborne saint with determined eyes.
SLASH!!
A cleanly cut head dropped on the ground that had a look of containnt and acceptance; as if thanking this killer for granting him a swift and painless death.
Oga killed Azerog in a traditional samurai execution style called Seppuku.
With this, he ended the life of a person bound by duty and lineage. A person who was forced to do things while going against their values.
Was this person deserving of swift and painless death? Nobody knew. But at least Oga could infer from the expression on Azerog's face that he died…
With the honor of a warrior.
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