"You fought well, but it's over!" The burly man rushed toward John with a yell, his hand crackling with the embedded power of Ruah.
"Tch!" John pushed Victor away and crossed his arms. At that mont, a massive burst of water erged, creating a barrier between them and shielding John from the oncoming fist.
It was the Behemoth general, Pierre, if mory serves right.
Pierre scowled as his fist collided with the watery wall. Hands of water grabbed his arm, applying pressure.
With a smirk, Pierre glanced to his left, where Alia stood with her hands stretched out. Taking a powerful step back, he freed his hand, then stomped the ground, heading straight for Alia.
But before he could reach her, Cylien drew a circle, conjuring a powerful gust of wind. Pierre resisted, destroying the wind with a series of punches that generated a shockwave strong enough to knock back Cylien.
"You aren't going anywhere," Elizabeth's chilling voice echoed. Floating above a red mana circle, she pointed her rapier at Pierre. Yet, she soon shifted her sword to her left, parrying a sudden attack.
-BOOOOM!
My eyes widened at the sight of Elizabeth being thrown away.
We were talking about Elizabeth here.
"Not bad for a kid of Duncan," a hearty laugh, filled with mockery, echoed through the air. A middle-aged man with flowing black hair and crimson eyes stood there.
Seriously?
"It's over!" Pierre closed in on Alia, his fist radiating power.
Alia swiftly drew a larger circle above Pierre. "Anuket Art!"
Pressurized water fell like teorites on Pierre.
He raised his damaged arm as a shield and swung his other fist at the defenseless Alia.
-Bam!
At that mont, a burning fist struck Pierre's cheek, causing his head to tilt back.
"Where were you going, bastard?" John spat, wiping blood from his mouth. His body burned in a deep red fire as he glared at Pierre.
"J-John…are you…stupid?! You are half-dead already?!" Alia's voice turned frantic.
"Shut up and stay behind," John grunted.
"W-What?!"
-BOOOOM!
Erging from the rubble, Elizabeth's figure appeared. Bleeding from the head, she was shaken but still standing. She stared silently at the man who bore a striking resemblance to her.
The man was from Behemoth, an Executive nad Nikolas Tepes.
This is bad. I am not strong enough to handle all of this.
"Manuel Hylkren," Nikolas spoke. "You have two minutes before lfina Zestella and others arrive. If you don't want to die, take the girl right now. I'm not here to fight. Ante-Eden has surely fallen since Brandon's death."
Manuel didn't reply. His casual deanor shifted to a cold one. He took a step forward and vanished.
"Celeste-!"
Victor reacted swiftly, appearing in front of Celeste. But Manuel's kick, cloaked in blades, followed.
Victor's eyes widened in alarm. He was on the verge of losing his arms if he didn't act fast. "Elaryon Storm!" Cylien intervened just in ti, knocking Victor out of Manuel's lethal kick, which effortlessly sliced through the swirling wind.
"GAH!" Victor coughed up blood as he crashed through the wall.
"Victor!" Celeste rushed toward him, but Manuel was already closing in.
"Leave her!!"
-BOOOOM!
Once again, Cylien positioned herself in front of Celeste and swung her sword. Her green eyes glowed with pure intensity, and mana trembled around her. "I call upon you, Blade of Zephyr. Cut through!"
The ground split apart, slicing deeply into Manuel's arm. Blood spattered, but Manuel's arm swiftly healed as the mark of Nes on his hand glowed.
He glared coldly at Cylien and raised his hand. A dark blue glow escaped, swirling around his blades.
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