The Bloody King, Stars Mage, White Fairy, and the Lightning Knight stood inside the four white pillars that surrounded Alio. After he was placed inside this field, the Fallen God looked around with interest.
"Is this your doing, little woman?" asked Alio with interest as he looked at the tall pillars enclosing the battlefield. "Four pillars… and there are also four of you. Is that how your ability works?"
"There is no reason to answer a dying man," said Devan as his body kept growing, fueled by the blood of his ancestors. His hair also grew longer, floating beside him. It was a scene from hell, and Devan was its gatekeeper. "Lend your strength, Ilia Perli."
"As you wish," nodded Ilia as he closed his eyes. Then, a mont later, lightning appeared on Devan's gigantic body. The red skin turned yellowish instantly, and lightning surrounded the Bloody King.
"Still too proud to ask for my aid?" asked Azkavan with a smile. "It matters not. As long as you kill this man, I will play along with your childish antics. Stars of Persistence, aid this fool."
"You are the fool!" roared the giant who no longer resembled Devan, but a blinding light still descended from the sky to cover him.
"Don't be so bitter, as you need him so that your body does not explode," said Major Ilia as he limped toward the three. "Go, Devan. Show this man what the combined strength of the Yalveran Union can do."
"Are you done with the performance?" Alio tilted his head with confusion. "It's obvious that this woman's ability is to form a link that allows each of you to use all abilities. However, even if you give a man four weapons, he is still a man."
"Unless he has four arms," replied Devan while towering over Alio. The Fallen God raised his head to look at the Bloody King, wondering if he was kidding. "In that case, you will receive four wounds instead of one."
Both Alio and the rest were too speechless to react, and Devan did not wait for them to give one either. Instead, the giant mana retracted his swollen arm, which was covered with myriads of lights.
"It would not make a difference," said Alio with an apathetic expression. "You can attack all at once too, and it would not make a difference!"
"You misunderstand sothing, Fallen One," said Fey as she strolled toward him. "I never confird that my ability was only that. Anything is possible for those who have the link between them, and all are exchangeable. Even… life and death."
"…such an absurd ability is impossible to exist. Not even the creator has awakened such a rune before!" said Alio with a frown. "If by so miracle, exists such an ability, then it would have a hefty price."
"A price I have already paid years ago," smiled Fey. "And now, you will pay half of it too. Give up your life for the ancient blood!"
"I see," grinned Alio. "You are also one of the ancients who had ruled over the world before the guardians existed. I wondered if your hair was a sign too, but you sll a bit different."
"The ancient blood within warns of you too," said Fey as she waved her sword, and it danced in the air. "However, not all warnings an danger. Sir Devan, you now have all of our strengths."
"…the power is flowing within ," muttered Devan as he turned his head toward the sky. "Everything for this, or all for nothing. A mont of battle can change the history that follows. But, I will not disgrace… those before ."
After reciting his mantra, Devan stomped on the ground and rushed forward. ئ was fragnted as the pavent was flattened, and nurous cracks ran through it. As for the Bloody King, he teleported to where Alio was.
The Fallen God did not seem concerned with the attack. Instead, he raised his hand to block it without changing his stance. Fey frowned as she raised her other hand and clenched it into a fist. The pillars began to shine before sending their light to the guild master.
"Stat Augntation: Strength!" shouted Fey in a low voice, and Devan struck with his giant fist. Alio raised his brows in surprise as the fist collided with his hand and sent him flying.
The Fallen God flew through the air before falling and hitting the ground multiple tis before he started to roll across the battlefield. The soldiers and Skywalkers stopped fighting and turned to look at him.
"An absurd ability indeed," muttered Ilia Perli as his breathing grew faint. "This support ability is the greatest blessing that the Yalveran has received. It is not a linear increase in battle strength, but exponential."
"Your sin is arrogance, Fallen God Alio," said Fey as she stared at the man who crashed into a building. "We, humans, also have so tricks that can kill the gods. If not careful, you will… die here."
The dust cloud disappeared as Alio rushed from within it. He was unhard except for so bruising on his hand. In an instant, he appeared atop Devan while swinging his fist toward his skull.
"Do not get cocky, brat!" grinned Alio. "I will have the last laugh in this battle, regardless of your tricks."
Fey clicked her tongue before returning her sword to her sheath and crossing her arms. Then, with a sweaty face, she controlled the pillars again while flinging her hands away from each other.
"Exchange!" shouted Fey, and Devan disappeared. In his place was Ilia Perli himself, wielding his lightning spear to strike at Alio. But, because of the difference in size between Devan and Ilia, Alio struck empty air.
The swung fist created a mighty wind that tore through the battlefield but failed to do any harm. Alio gritted his teeth as Ilia Perli struck with his spear toward the man's falling back.
"That did not work before and won't work now!"
"You forgot once again that we are not the sa anymore," said Fey with a pale face. "Stat Augntation: Mana! Unleash everything, Sir Ilia!"
"I never imagined I would be ordered around by a brat," grinned Ilia Perli as his lightning crackled. "However, for this old man to feel such strength flowing into , I have no complaints. Lightning Spear, Eternal Storm!"
Ilia Perli struck with his lightning spear, which beca brighter than earlier. Alio could not dodge because he was falling but made sure to turn around and block the attack. The re act of wanting to stop it with his hands ant Alio knew this attack was more powerful than before.
However, it did not matter. The spear tore through his hands at lightning speed and pierced his chest. Alio howled before pushing against the spear with his mangled hands to fly away and remove the scorching spear from his chest.
The Fallen God rolled on the ground again, but he was riddled with wounds this ti. After his body stopped digging through the battlefield, Alio stared at his mangled hands and chest. The skin was charcoaled and burned, and there was a deep hole in his left chest.
"He used his hands to divert the attack from his heart," said Ilia Perli with disappointnt. "I thought this would end this tragedy, but it continues."
"Do not be such disappointnt, lightning boy," said Devan with a grin. "The end of this battle ans the end of our fun. We don't get to experience this exhilarating feeling every day. If I had Fey on my guild, it would have beco the strongest guild in the world."
"Stop daydreaming, Devan," said Azkavan as he raised his staff. "If you let your guard down, this monster of a man will take your head. As long as there is breath within him, then we have failed."
"That is right," grinned Alio as he rose from the ground, the holes in his chest and hands not seeming to bother him. "If you didn't kill in a single strike, it would have been for nothing. After all, I can regenerate anything."
After he declared such, Alio raised his hands. The holes that had been dug into them, and the one on his chest, disappeared after being replaced with flesh. The four frowned just the sa as their earlier attack seed never to happen.
"So, we need to start over?" asked Azkavan before smiling. "I guess I finally get to show the world what I can do, huh?" he said while glancing at the drones. "Miss Fey, please lend a hand."
"As you wish, Sir Azkavan," said Fey while raising her arms and crossing them together. "Stat Augntation: Perception!"
"The infinite stars are all we need to survive," said Azkavan while raising his black and bony staff. "As long as we can find the star, it will guide us to victory. Aid in this battle, Star of Destruction."
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