Capítulo 259: Ben True Powers
The mont Belial’s eyes landed on the pickaxe, his expression changed drastically from confidence to genuine shock.
Ben grinned fiercely, feeling a surge of satisfaction. “Not so confident now, are you? So what if I don’t understand your authority, I’ll just cut through it with brute force!”
Fueled by his mastery of dark aether, Ben channeled the imnse power into the pickaxe’s blade. Energy crackled violently around it, dark lightning arcing along the edge. The pickaxe itself seed to tremble with excitent, resonating eagerly with Ben’s raw power.
Belial quickly summoned another maze of illusions, duplicates exploding into existence around him. But Ben was unfazed. Swinging his pickaxe downward with a mighty roar, he unleashed a crescent-shaped wave of dark aether that tore through every illusion simultaneously.
BOOM!
Belial was forced backward, desperately blocking with crossed arms, grimacing as the force slamd him violently into the wall, shattering it into rubble.
Blood dripped from his lips. For the first ti, Belial looked genuinely troubled.
“You… that pickaxe…!” Belial growled bitterly, staggering upright and glaring at Ben. “You think a re tool can overco my authority!?”
But Ben gave him no chance to regain composure, surging forward relentlessly. He swung the Empyrean Pickaxe repeatedly, each strike carving devastating fissures in space itself. Every illusion Belial summoned shattered upon creation, leaving him exposed.
“You’re the one who said strength alone wasn’t enough,” Ben mocked, eyes blazing with determination. “But now it seems your authority can’t stand against true power!”
Belial snarled, unleashing waves of illusory blades and chains to stop Ben’s relentless advance. Yet none held, each shattered instantly under the Empyrean Pickaxe’s overwhelming strength.
Desperation flickered in Belial’s eyes as Ben finally reached him. With a ferocious cry, Ben swung downward with all his might, a blow so fierce it tore apart the air itself.
Belial let out a savage, inhuman roar. Dark aether erupted from his body, surging uncontrollably as his illusion barrier shattered like glass beneath Ben’s relentless attack.
Ben was knocked backward by the sheer force released, skidding to a halt and raising his arm defensively against the blinding torrent of energy.
Belial’s elegant, human-like form twisted grotesquely, limbs elongating and distorting. His skin ripped apart, revealing chitinous armor beneath.
His back arched violently, and enormous insectoid wings erupted, buzzing furiously with deafening intensity. Belial’s handso face contorted into sothing monstrous, mandibles erging from his jaws, eyes multiplying into hundreds of gleaming, crimson facets.
The mansion exploded, collapsing into swirling darkness that rapidly reshaped itself. The surroundings warped chaotically, bending into an eerie dinsion filled with shifting mirrors and labyrinthine corridors.
“This is my true power!” Belial’s voice resonated with a distorted echo, his monstrous wings vibrating furiously, tearing apart the air. “Behold the absolute authority: Endless Labyrinth of Reflections!”
Ben stood his ground, his grip tightening on the Empyrean Pickaxe, determination blazing in his eyes. He glanced around cautiously, realizing he was trapped in Belial’s twisted dinsion.
Illusions and reality fused seamlessly, mirrors multiplying endlessly around him, each reflecting Belial’s insectoid form from countless angles.
Belial’s monstrous body blurred, darting through the maze-like dinsion at incredible speed. A dozen copies of him erged, circling Ben, each terrifyingly real.
Ben swung the pickaxe furiously, shattering illusions one after another, but each destroyed illusion reford imdiately. Suddenly, razor-sharp claws sliced across his back.
Ben spun around instinctively, slamming the pickaxe into empty space. Blood stread down his skin, pain flaring through him.
Belial laughed, a hideous, buzzing sound echoing from all directions. “In my realm, you are powerless! Can you distinguish truth from illusion now?”
Ben steadied his breathing, channeling dark aether even more fiercely. Ignoring the pain, he closed his eyes, concentrating solely on the fluctuations of energy around him. Illusions might fool his eyes, but using Darke Aether he believe he can locate him.
Right now Ben still don’t understand how he could avoid his sense, but with empyrean pickaxe concentrating the dark aether, he could tell his location. Afterall belial authority is not as strong as Apophis.
Then, without warning, Ben turned sharply, slicing the pickaxe through empty space.
CRACK!!! BAM!!!
A spray of green blood splattered the air, and Belial shrieked in genuine agony, recoiling instantly. “You… how?” Belial hissed, his monstrous face twisted with rage.
“I told you,” Ben growled, eyes opening sharply, glowing with determination, “I don’t care about your illusions. I’ll cut through everything you have, no matter how deep your labyrinth goes!”
Furious, Belial summoned a storm of mirror-like shards, each brimming with deadly dark energy. Thousands of shards erupted forward, converging on Ben from all sides.
With a roar, Ben spun the Empyrean Pickaxe around him, a cyclone of dark aether swirling furiously. The fragnts shattered harmlessly upon impact, reflecting back toward Belial. Yet even as they struck him, Belial lted away again, his true body hidden within the countless reflections.
Suddenly, the mirrors around Ben shifted, stretching infinitely, trapping him within an endless corridor of his own reflections. He stared in shock, each reflection showing twisted, nightmarish versions of himself, taunting him silently.
“Lost, confused, trapped…” Belial’s distorted voice mocked from the shadows. “You cannot escape my domain!”
Ben’s eyes hardened. ‘What a waste of ti!’ He raised the Empyrean Pickaxe high above his head, channeling all the dark aether he could muster.
“Let’s end here!” Ben bellowed, plunging the pickaxe downward with unstoppable force. “Shatter!!!”
The impact exploded outward in a cataclysmic wave of energy, obliterating countless mirrors and tearing through Belial’s twisted space. Reality itself fractured, revealing the Belial original body desperately retreating, exposed, bleeding, his monstrous form wounded and vulnerable.
Belial’s monstrous eyes widened in genuine fear as Ben advanced, his weapon glowing brilliantly, overflowing with raw power. “Nowhere left to hide, Belial!” Ben roared, raising the Empyrean Pickaxe once again. “Now choose, die or submit!”
“NO!!! I will never be imprisoned again! Ever!!!” Desperate, Belial’s energy began rising rapidly. His body bulged like a balloon.
‘The hell, he’s going to suicide here!?’
This was a huge problem, they were still in the middle of the city. Yes, their fight so far had taken place in another domain, allowing only minimal damage, but if Belial really exploded, half the city would be taken out with him.
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