The Realm Guardian imdiately powered up its Universal Law, and released it as a beautiful beam of light, that smashed the cosmic bubble of flas on the wall.
Boom!!
The Cosmic bubble of flas was pinned against the wall, and forcefully pressured by the Universal Law contained within the breathe, cutting off every path of escape.
'This... won't end well. Dammit, I got way too cocky of myself.' Flint thought as he tried to deduce out a way to get out of his current predicant.
For one, he could not escape since the mont he does, he would face the full force of this dragon breathe. And his base foundation was still that of a Lesser God.
He would clearly die, or at most, sustain devastating injuries, and losing for the second ti in a row. Which would be embarrassing.
'That's definitely not an option. But... But what can I do though?' He thought, checking out his Template, Abilities and even his soroundings.
'...Too many unclear options to choose from. Argh... you know what, I'll just brute force myself out of this.' He took a deep breathe, and tried to calm down his nerves.
He then gathered Divine Fire on his right hand, and Elental Fire on his left hand. Repeating the sa process as before, he brought both hands together, and unleashed a beam of golden-red flas forward.
The beam struck the cosmic bubble of flas, exactly where the dragon breathe struck. And if it wasn't for the cosmic bubble, the two beams would have clashed.
Which they now will... as Flint decisively deactivated and let the two beams clash once more, when the cosmic barrier of flas popped.
But as the dragon breathe had more range, his golden-red beam of flas was slightly oppressed, and pushed back. 'Fuck fuck fuck!! It has greater montum than mine!!'
He thought, adding more firepower into both flas, going as far as to fuel his flas with with rage. "I'm, not, going... down like this. Fuuuu-aaaaahhhhhh!!!"
Bang~
The flas making out his body imdiately erupted out into a explosive eruption.
BOOOM!!!
And they completely took a pure red shade, one darker than blood itself. "HAAAAAA!!!" And so did the golden-red beam of flas, as his rage continously climbed up the roof.
It transford into a blood red beam of flas, that fluently cut through the dragon breathe like a knife cutting through lted butter.
...!!!
The Realm Guardian's senses rang deep warnings, and it fortunately avoided the blood red beam of flas. It threw itself aside, and avoided yet another certain death.
"..."
Flint did not speak. His eyes were dull, and his expression beastly. He imdiately pushed himself off the ground using his flas, and burst forward at terrifying speed.
And like a blood red light, he crossed the Realm Guardian's shocked figure, leaving a brutal wound on its chest.
...!!!
The Realm Guardian frantically flapped its wings in shock and fear, trying to calm itself down. But it's heart was shaken, and fear still ca gushing down like a flood.
Flint fluently landed on the ground, red flas solidified into bloody claws on his fingers. Yet he was not done, for just as his toss touched the ground, flas erupted once more like a rocket, pushing him back up.
And again, he flashed past the Realm Guardian, leaving yet another deadly wound on its back. But he did not stop there, and flashed past it, back and forth.
Bouncing back and forth on the walls, floor and ceiling like ping pong balls within a lottery machine. The Realm Guardian being the center of the machine.
"ROOOAAARRR!!!" The Realm Guardian roared out in pain and agony, trying to submit in defeat. But Flint... was not himself. He ignored it.
He appeared on the ceiling, and more flas pushed him back down. The wounded Realm Guardian failed to dodge mid air, and was struck on its back.
Flint then raised his hand above himself, and released an explosion of flas, that pushed them down at terrifying speed.
"ROAR!! ROAR!!" The Realm Guardian pleaded for rcy, yet no reply t its desparate plea.
Flint just kept pushing both of them down, and when they were about to reach rock bottom, he stopped his actions. He then placed both hands on its back, and repeated the process.
...Now with both hands!!
BOOOM!!
The fla eruption pushed him up, and forcefully pushed the Realm Guardian down, smashing it heavily onto the ground and forming a massive crater.
"..."
Yet the brutality does not end there. Mid air, suspended by his flas, Flint began throwing blood red fireballs towards the fallen Realm Guardian, like a gatling gun.
Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!
Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!
The Realm began shaking in great earthquakes, but Flint did not stop. From ti to ti, he even fluently released blood red beams of light from each hand.
BOOOM!!!
BOOOM!!!
The battle... was no more just a god on god battle. But a ruthless devil asserting its dominance, and spreading nothing but fear.
A devil not even out for blood, but pure destruction. And nothing more. Just destruction.
anwhile, still within the sa Realm, Damien had gone deeper into the Realm's interior, while being invisible to both Flint and the Realm Guardian's senses.
He for one, ignored everything that he ca across. He would share it with Flint after the conquest... equally at that.
What he was now looking for, was sothing out of place. At least, sothing unique to this Realm as a Realm. Not sothing just above average.
Back then, when this place was found, it was just an ordinary location of a world. But now, it was a Realm, and not just any Realm, but a Stage 2 Realm.
And as far as he knew, 'Realms have sothing unique to them, let alone higher ranked Realms, which have even more specialties to them.' He thought.
For one, he could claim that the first specialty of this Realm was to create endless resources. And in abundance at that. But what about the second specialty then?
'What could it be?' He continued his thoughts, standing in the middle of countless treasures. Gold, silver, bronze, rare tals, and even Cryz Stones. He ignored them all.
"Are you looking for this?" But just then, a voice he knew he would not forget anyti soon, rang out from right above him.
The invisible Damien followed the source of the voice, and saw a cloud of black mist floating above him. "Pardon my rudeness, but I believed that would be the best way to catch your attention, strange one."
The cloud of black mist said, decreasing it's height of altitude all the way until it sat above a small hill of gold, three ters above ground.
The mist then converged to form the visage of a handso young man in his mid twenties, looking apathetically down at Damien. His red eyes resembling blood pools glowing faintly.
Virgil, the unlucky vampire prince.
Right after losing the duo back then, over a week ago, he fought with the Realm Guardian, and feigned his death.
It was a battle he could not win, hence he played dead. And the newly born Realm Guardian, easily let the matter go even though unsatisfied.
After that, he hid within the shadows, and surveyed around. He knew that the duo would return, even if it was after a year or two. He did not mind waiting.
After all... this place was a haven. Even he was tempted to take it, but regrettably, he was not fond of making more enemies for himself. He just desired peace, and solitude.
As for the thing that Damien was looking for? He just so happened to find it out of boredom, and thought that it was mainly the reason the duo was here to begin with.
"..."
Damien also looked back up at him in apathy, and did not say anything. Instead, his eyes moved on to his hand, which held onto them, a multicolored ball of light.
Damien was not sure what it was, and thus kept quiet. But he absolutely knew that, that thing within Virgil's hands, was the second specialty of this Realm.
"...What if I am?" He finally responded, looking straight at Virgil. "I would give it to you." Virgil said, but seed to have no intention of giving it to him at the mont.
"Is that so? Would." Damien inquired rhetorically, then added, "Alright. State your demand, prince. What is it you want in exchange?" Laying down more shock to Virgil.
"..."
Virgil was silent for the nth ti. Another hidden identity of his was revealed. One that not even most of his fellow brethren knew off, yet this man here knew of it.
His eyes squinted, and his Divine power was about to be riled up. Yet he tried his best to hide it. 'This man... knows more than a lot about ...'
"I'd warn you to calm down. My little friend there isn't fond of people attacking his loved ones." Damien added, when he saw the hidden emotions within Virgil.
"..."
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