The 4th phase seekers sucked in a sharp breath of fear upon witnessing that mindless killing spree of the Dreadful Demon; that sight was haunting enough to terrify them. Their righteous shouts died before escaping their throat; a dozen of them were about to co and fight against Osiris, influenced by the frenzied state of the battlefield.
But after seeing the effects of his Gray flas, no one dared to, in fear. No matter how many people Osiris killed.
Of course, there were still stronger existences from the Unified Armies’ side, who had yet to descend. No late or peak-4th-phase seekers have joined the battlefield yet. They were the last forces to join, but it was obvious they could not do so.
This clash, which the Unified Army had initially been on the verge of winning, was flipped entirely on its head by the appearance of a single Demon. If the Unified Army was forced to deploy the late and peak-4th-phase seekers. The ghost army that was watching the show from a distance would also join in.
Ultimately, there would be an 80% chance that the Ghost race will win this final clash, given the current state of developnt.
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The very first mont when Osiris had appeared in all his demonic glory, and when Lucien t the gaze of Osiris, he was terrified. It was as if he had t his fated adversary, whom he needed to kill no matter the cost. The sheer density of the demon bloodline coursing through Osiris’s veins was too strong.
Lucien felt his blood boil in rage and fury, but he had to forcefully quell those sensations, which were trying to take hold of him.
As he could not simply give in to the instincts of his Dragon bloodline, no matter how powerful it may be, because that secret must not co to light. If that happened, he would be finished.
Spreading the last ounce of his golden aura, he protected himself and the peak third-phase seeker beside him, and roared in desperation, "Hurry up and take away."
Under the might of Osiris’s demonic energy that encased the entire battlefield, they could not use any artifacts in their arsenal to teleport away in a single jump, only being able to use their speed.
Lucien gritted his teeth and looked backward, in fear that the demon might chase after him, so when he saw that the demon was not paying him any heed, he heaved a sigh of relief.
But that small relief soon turned to dread. He saw the ground tremble, and with his Draconic senses, he could clearly see the cause of the violent quakes.
The sight of which shocked him to the core: a Titanic worm, filled with the purest Darkness and Death energy, awoke from its slumber as it crawled upwards, and cracks spread across the entire battlefield.
When the ominous creature finally erged and let out a piercing howl, Lucien and the one protecting him managed to escape from the confines of the battlefield by a hair’s breadth.
Lucien coughed up blood, his eyes turning hazy, but right before he lost consciousness, he gave an order filled with hatred towards that vicious demon, who flipped the entire war against them, "Send the Valkyrie, she must kill the Skull masked demon no matter what....Now!!!!"
***
Just when it seed like the fleeing third phase army of soldiers from the great kingdoms’ side would all be killed by the hands of the Demon of Despair, with his ruthless slaughter and the harrowing gray flas that caused endless pain.
At this mont of despair, a terrifying presence erupted forth from the camp of the Unified Army. Osiris imdiately recognized that power as his pupils constricted and his expression turned grim beneath the mask, even though he expected it. He was still surprised.
He did not continue killing; his demonic gaze traveled far into the distance as his eyes witnessed a divine figure oozing with overflowing Darkness, shooting high towards the heavens like a black pillar of smoke.
She shot towards the skies, leaving a trail of dark smoke in her path.
As her majestic figure, wearing a pitch-black battle dress that covered up to her neck, was shown in the skies as a dark star, the red light of the dusk fell upon her, and her black hair danced in the wind. She looked like a dark fairy who descended from the land of evil.
Yet, her arrival was the spark of hope for the dood armada of great kingdoms. Even the powerhouses from Blackvale and Samartan had an unspoken reliance on that legendary figure in their hearts.
After all, she was the Champion of Humanity.
The divine valkyries, throughout the ages, have always remained the ultimate protectors of the human race against the seven high and mighty ruling races.
The despair that previously arose in the hearts of the thousands of third-phase seekers now wilted like smoke, turning into ashes. For them...
She was the blade of cruelty who protected the weak.
She was of the lineage that made even the most vicious, the most arrogant, bend their knee under her absolute might.
She was the Darkness that symbolized Light.
She was the Darkness who represented Hope.
In the hearts of the innurable Seekers now graced by her divine presence, no one could stand against her. Not even Osiris, because for those allowed to participate within the confines of this battlefield.
She was... The Strongest.
As the gazes of The Divine Valkyrie and The Demon of Despair t, everything else in their sight disappeared; a ntal shockwave of invisible power spread in all directions. A silent clash of will had already started.
A portion of the Valkyrie’s unfathomable killing intent ca crashing down on Osiris.
The sheer bloodlust she accumulated throughout her life of 100,000 years of the trial, as well as the killing of Earth’s 7 billion population, was not sothing that Axel could hope to compare in the guise of Osiris.
Even though she had lost the mories of what she went through in the trial, the combat experience, and the bloodlust she earned were engraved in her very soul; those things would not beco invalid simply because she lost her mories.
Axel could not retaliate against the might of her killing intent with equal asure; he could only defend himself.
The valkyrie rushed towards him with a cold and ruthless expression, flying through the red sky of the battlefield like a dark cot, intending to destroy Osiris with her superior might.
To her, it didn’t matter whether her enemy was a human, a ghost, or a demon. For anyone she needed to kill or destroy, they were all the sa anyway.
For anyone who found themselves on the other end of her blade, they were all prey, and she was the Apex Predator.
Even for a pureblood demon as strong as Osiris, it remained the undeniable, nigh irrefutable... truth.
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