An imnse pentagram covered the sky, pulsing with an intense scarlet light.
It was a high-level spell, capable of summoning a gigantic teorite.
The shadow of the imnse ball of rock covered much of the forest with its shadow, while reddish cracks betrayed its imnse temperature.
Gerald smiled satisfied as he watched that masterpiece.
That spell wasn’t very powerful, but also very difficult to perform.
Two perfectly coordinated shamans were needed, dancing and chanting in unison while summoning the teorite.
The casting ti was quite long, so he needed to buy ti so they could perform the spell.
However, now the conditions had been t and he had been able to execute his attack.
It was checkmate by all accounts.
However, for Aku, that didn’t represent such a great danger.
While it was a gigantic attack, sothing that put him in a tight spot because he was specialized in complex strategies and techniques but his level of destructive power faltered due to his lack of energy.
But it didn’t worry him so much, since with the teorite’s speed, Slaignir could carry him out of danger before it fell.
However, Aku didn’t want to flee.
He was soone cold, lacking many emotions, and full of rationality, however sothing was anchoring him to not take the most obvious option.
Aku couldn’t discern what it was.
Was it his ego?
The idea of fleeing from an attack by the enemy he had underestimated was humiliating?
No, it wasn’t that.
Perhaps out of respect?
Perhaps Aku didn’t want to insult his enemy’s effort?
Perhaps, but there was sothing more.
It was a tingle.
The sa one he felt fighting Alexander, but much weaker.
However, it was still there, telling him to face the enemy head-on, not to waste that opportunity.
Aku smiled, still mounted on Slaignir.
With a burst of purple sparks, his bow returned to his subspace as he raised the vessel of shadows.
"Ha! You think I’m going to let you defend yourself? How delusional!" the boy roared as he pointed at Aku with his staff.
The orcs acted quickly, and with a war cry, they launched themselves at the demon king.
Aku smiled as he began whispering nas at imnse speed.
They were nas of weapons within his vault. Aku had gotten a very interesting idea seeing how Gerald used goblins as projectiles.
Why not do the sa?
Purple sparks filled the air, materializing weapons of all kinds of shapes.
These weapons shot toward the orcs at dizzying speed.
So greenskin warriors managed to deflect the weapons, however others were hit directly.
So weapons exploded, others poisoned, others set their target ablaze.
Each ti they hit their target or on the contrary missed, they returned to the spatial vault to serve as projectiles again.
Cursed weapons, magical artifacts, ancient treasures, all of them shot at dizzying speeds against the orcs, ending their lives.
But it didn’t stop there. The weapons also shot toward his enemy, Gerald.
"Tch, shit," the young man acted quickly, summoning a mutant troll.
It had four arms and walked hunched over like an animal on all fours.
With speed it took the shamans and Gerald, while it began running at great speed through the forest.
The weapons pursued them, accelerating with increasing speed.
The shamans had to perform spells to summon magical shields or attacks capable of deflecting or destroying those weapons.
However, in that instant, so chains appeared, trapping the troll among them.
It was [Galeimir], infernal black chains that cover their targets with a purple poison that lts skin and organs like acid.
One of the shamans tried to break the chains, but a spinning axe decapitated him imdiately.
His head rolled on the ground while the other shaman conjured magical shields trying to stop the unstoppable barrage of weapons.
Gerald anwhile summoned another quite large troll to serve as a human shield.
While that was happening, the teorite was already accelerating toward the ground.
However, Aku had no fear. He was calmly raising the vessel while fusing hundreds of specters of darkness.
Then the vessel broke, exploding into a thousand pieces overflowing with ominous darkness.
"I engender you [Nyargoohl]," the demon king vociferated as a large mass of tentacles, ever larger, erged from the vessel.
From the sacrifice of hundreds of specters of darkness, sothing greater had erged, sothing more powerful.
The imnse shapeless mass of tentacles spread through the air until colliding with the teorite.
At first, the imnse rock managed to pierce through the tentacles, burning them and pushing them.
However, little by little the teorite was slowed down until it beca static in the air, still among the tentacles that held it firmly.
Each one wrapped around the stone and began squeezing it, exercising incalculable pressure on the stone.
The teorite then exploded into thousands of pieces, tearing the darkness of the tentacles and burning that darkness with its fire.
A rain of fire stones began to fall as Aku retracted those tentacles to make them denser around him.
These deflected each projectile with precision, leaving Aku out of danger.
"It seems I succeeded," the demon king then affird calmly.
However, he couldn’t deny it. Those last monts of tension had been exciting.
But unfortunately, the combat had ended.
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