Chapter 1093: Trading Pawns
In response, clown, Konak, and Yriel poured out their divine power, chanting frantic prayers in a ritual of supplication.
Just as the terrifying sword-light was about to hit them, the four god statues that stood guard at the corners of The Dais of Judgnt teleported in front of the Pontiffs, forming a living shield.
CRACK!
The two statues at the forefront took the full force of the blow. Deep fissures spiderwebbed across their divine forms before they crumbled into piles of rubble.
"Gods, that power!"
"We blocked it... We actually blocked it."
Konak and Yriel were still reeling. If their joint summoning of the Aegis of the Four had failed, that single strike would have annihilated their demigod phantoms. Even if they had survived, they would have been critically wounded.
Amidst their relief, clown remained silent.
But inside, his mind was a raging storm.
Why? Why are they so strong?
He had to admit it: when that black sword-light had appeared, a sliver of the terror he kept sealed deep within his heart had leaked out. He knew this feeling, this sense of absolute crisis. It was the sa feeling he’d had when their commander was hunting them down, facing that sa terrifying flash of the blade.
No... impossible... I should be the one leading the way!
A furious roar echoed in his soul, and the brush with death ignited his fighting spirit into a blazing inferno.
"KILL THEM!"
Before Konak and Yriel could even react, clown attacked. A beam of divine light condensed before him, fueled by his own crown as it dissolved into pure power. The beam shot towards Arthas.
A hazy gray barrier shimred into existence, intercepting the attack. The instant the two forces collided, they erupted in a blinding flash. If Arthas and Alexander were the offense, the Deputy Commander was the defense. Clown’s attack wasn’t getting through.
Just then, two more beams of divine light slamd into the barrier. Konak and Yriel, quick to recover, had imdiately backed their leader’s play.
The battle of the demigods was once again locked in a brutal stalemate.
High above the main battlefield, the dance of scythe and sword continued, a relentless cycle of engagent and disengagent. After one particularly violent clash, Orion’s Deathly Soul-Reaper suddenly vanished. The abrupt move gave Witch pause; she halted her advance, her eyes scanning the chaos below.
Far across the battlefield, the Deathly Soul-Reaper reappeared directly behind the Cult of Four’s Balor. With a single, unexpected swing of its scythe, Orion decapitated him.
Outside of Orion and Witch, the Balor had been the most powerful arch lord on the field. Under his command, the enemy knight, the shade, the moon giants, the Tailed Demon, the Firelord, and the Abyssal Devourer had Sever and the Bone siblings—White, Red, Green, and Blue—completely pinned down.
Back on The Dais of Judgnt, Orion had killed the Balor easily, but that was only because he’d activated Blood Sacrifice. In the current situation, a surprise attack was the only way to take him out and relieve the pressure on his allies.
Besides, his duel with Witch was an even match; they could fight for an hour and get nowhere. anwhile, his people were getting steamrolled. If he didn’t intervene, the Balor’s crew would pick them off one by one, and then the Deathly Soul-Reaper would be the one getting jumped.
So, using the montum of being knocked back by Witch, Orion had made his move, taking out their most dangerous opponent.
"Damn you... you AGAIN!" the Balor roared, his voice raspy with fury. It was his second death. It had been a very, very long ti since he had been defeated so decisively, twice in a row.
"Not happy about it?" the Soul-Reaper’s voice echoed. "Then bring out your body of faith and let’s go again."
To make sure the Balor didn’t have so cheap revival skill, the Deathly Soul-Reaper swung its scythe again, utterly annihilating his physical form.
"ARGH!"
Just as the Balor died, a pained cry ca from nearby. Bone White.
Witch’s Fallen Angel form was behind him, twin swords plunged through his skull and his core. She twisted the blades, intent on grinding him into dust.
Orion’s eyes narrowed. He hadn’t expected that. He thought she would pursue him, but instead, she’d seized the opening he created, using his own tactic against him to eliminate one of his arch lords.
"Fine," Orion hissed. He teleported again. If neither of them could kill the other, then trading pawns was the only move left.
The Deathly Soul-Reaper vanished, reappearing behind the Firelord.
The Balor’s death, while sudden, had put the other enemy arch lords on high alert.
"Don’t even think about it!"
The Firelord, whose upper body was that of a plated general and lower body was ethereal fla, suddenly erupted into a cloud of fiery embers just as the Soul-Reaper’s scythe swept through him.
"Hahaha... you think we didn’t know?" The Firelord’s crazed, triumphant laughter echoed from the scattered embers. "The Deathly Soul-Reaper’s biggest weakness is the special fla Balor and I command! Heheheh, now DIE!"
He wasn’t wrong.
The Deathly Soul-Reaper could ignore physical attacks, but it was vulnerable to special damage types that targeted the soul, mind, or the very rules of existence. Flas with special properties fell squarely into that category. It was one of the main reasons Orion had prioritized killing the Balor and Firelord.
At the sa ti Witch went for Bone White, the knight, the shade, the moon giants, and the Tailed Demon all went into overdrive, using their ultimate skills to lock down Sever and the other Bone siblings. Their coordinated move left the Abyssal Devourer completely free.
"FILTHY MONGREL! I’LL HAVE MY REVENGE!" the Abyssal Devourer bellowed, swinging its massive chain flail as it charged the Soul-Reaper like a living mountain.
You think you have
cornered?
Forced to act, Orion played another trump card. The power of the Soul-Reaper’s other eye flared to life: Ti Dilation.
In that instant, from the Firelord’s perspective, ti slamd to a halt.
Orion completely ignored the Abyssal Devourer’s attack, which now crept toward him at a snail’s pace. He calmly swung his scythe again and again, thodically extinguishing the embers that swirled around him, each one a piece of the Firelord’s essence.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
It was the sound of sparks winking out of existence. Trapped in slowed ti, the Firelord had no chance to scream in pain or rage as Orion erased him from the battlefield.
"And then there’s you," the Soul-Reaper said, turning its attention to the frozen form of the Abyssal Devourer, its flail inches from its target.
The scythe swung one last ti. A massive head tumbled to the ground. Just in case, Orion slashed at the empty air around the corpse, tearing open several spatial rifts and banishing the dismbered pieces into different dinsions.
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