"And why should I? I don't think I've done anything wrong," Aengus shrugged. "Anyway, I'm curious—how did you discover ? And why exactly now?" he asked, voicing his doubt.
Artes smirked. "You shouldn't have revealed the Divine Stone, mortal. You should know better than to flaunt sothing that attracts greedy eyes. But what could we expect from a child?" he scoffed, enjoying Aengus' misfortune.
Aengus nodded silently, but his Omni-Devour was still active over the dried-up sea, stealing the residual energy.
"Huh?"
Artes' eyes darkened as he finally noticed the audacious mortal's actions.
The mortal was siphoning his energy to increase his strength. It was the most infuriating insult Artes had ever experienced.
"You dare play tricks behind my back?"
"DIE!"
"RUMMMMMBBBLLLLEEE!"
Aengus' hair stood on end as every cell in his body scread danger. He barely had enough ti to raise his arms in defense.
"BOOOOOOM!"
In the blink of an eye, Artes' shin slamd down on Aengus' raised arms. The force of the attack was imnse, causing his bones to crack under the initial wave.
The impact of a god striking a mortal was no trivial matter.
The aftermath of the impact was nothing short of apocalyptic. The entire continent trembled violently as Aengus was hurled downward, breaking through layers of the earth as if they were paper.
The sheer force of Artes' attack created a shockwave that rippled through the air, sending massive waves rolling across what remained of the sea and toppling nearby structures into ruin.
Aengus plumted deeper and deeper, the fiery heat of the earth's core licking at his battered body. Rocks and debris rained down, burying him in an ever-expanding crater. The overwhelming pain coursing through his arms and torso reminded him of the vast gap in power between him and an SSS Rank.
Above the chaos, Artes hovered with a cold, disdainful gaze. His divine radiance burned brighter, making him appear as a celestial avenger descending upon the mortal world.
"Arrogant child," Artes spat, his voice booming across the devastated landscape. "You dared to mock the divine? To siphon my power for your pitiful gains? Now you'll understand the price of your insolence."
But even as Artes spoke, deep within the smoking crater, Aengus stirred. Blood trickled from his lips, his vision blurred, but his mind remained razor-sharp. Despite the Moon god's overwhelming attack, his resolve did not falter.
Aengus could feel it—the threshold was closer than ever. His body, though battered, resonated with the Divine Stone in his Spatial Pocket.
The Omni-Devour on the surface, relentless even in the face of destruction, continued to siphon energy from every corner of the battlefield.
Aengus' wrist bones vibrated as his cracked skin slowly healed, bringing his body back to peak condition instanly.
This surprised the Moon God slightly, but his attention quickly shifted to the black hole still active on the surface.
"Stop it!" Artes commanded with divine authority, his voice echoing like a decree.
"Not so soon," Aengus said, rising from his prone position and casually wiping the blood from his mouth.
"What did you say?" Artes' eyes narrowed, his tone darkening. "Don't think for a second that your Regeneration Skill will save you from death."
Aengus grinned ferociously, his gaze locking onto Artes with unyielding defiance.
Aengus needed to buy more ti, and so he decided to transform into his Dragon Form to resist as much as possible.
Abyssal Blazing Dragon.
"ROOAAR!"
With a heaven-shaking roar of a prival beast, Aengus instantly tamorphosed into his dragon form, soaring out of the massive crater.
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His size began to increase at an incredible rate, making Artes narrow his eyes at the extraordinary transformation.
His expression shifted slightly when the dragon's form reached an astonishing height, towering over 10,000 ters.
Artes was intrigued but not worried by the spectacle.
"A combination of Human, Demon, and Dragon races? Interesting, I must admit, mortal. It seems I've stumbled upon a treasure trove. I must thoroughly interrogate you before I present you to Her Excellency," Artes said, his grin turning wicked as he unsheathed his weapon.
The weapon was a radiant sword, its aura no weaker than Aegis, the scepter tightly gripped in Aengus' massive dragon paws, now scaled to match his gargantuan size.
"And that weapon… I want it," Artes said, his eyes gleaming with greed as he realized the weapon's extraordinary ability to grow in size and power.
"Co, take it, Artes!" Aengus growled like a cornered beast, his voice reverberating with primal fury. His presence and aura were no less intimidating than the Moon God's.
Artes grinned, taking up the challenge.
"Nine Heavenly Moon Sword (SSS)!"
As he raised his sword, nine ethereal moons materialized behind him, their images shimring with godly power summoned from dinsions apart.
The nine moons spiraled behind Artes, channeling a colossal surge of energy into his blade.
The Divine Sword glowed with a radiant white sheen, its destructive power so imnse that the world itself quaked as if recoiling from the concentrated energy.
"Taste my sword, mortal!"
"Slash! Slashhh! Slashhhhh!"
With a confident expression, Artes swung his sword consecutively, each horizontal, vertical slashes cutting through space effortlessly, as if slicing butter. The sharp energy waves radiated outward, their sheer force threatening to rend reality itself.
Aengus, in his Abyssal Blazing Dragon form, braced himself as he opened Omni-Devour before him, forming a barrier of insatiable darkness.
"Gulp!"
The Omni-Devour consud each of the sword slashes effortlessly, the devastating attacks vanishing into the spiraling black void.
"Argh!"
Aengus groaned faintly, his voice strained as he felt the searing pain ripple through his soul. The godly force of the slashes didn't rely dissipate—it was absorbed into the abyss, but the impact left a scar deep within his spiritual core.
He clenched his claws tightly, his draconic eyes burning with resolve. Aengus knew all too well: had he attempted to block the attacks with his body, even his powerful dragon form would have been obliterated in an instant.
But thanks to his strong soul healed
by countless sessions, he was able to endure the residual force within. The price was steep, yet he stood tall, refusing to bow under the might of Artes.
"Just a little more..." Aengus muttered inwardly.
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