Damon didn’t flinch. Even as the wyrm’s molten gaze burned into him like a branding iron, even as its roar shook the heavens and its murderous intent swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave of fla and hatred, he stood his ground.
Breathing heavily, mana core still vibrating like a furnace on the edge of collapse, he stood atop the cracked earth, shoulders trembling from weakness and from the sheer exertion of channeling more power than his body had ever handled.
Blood dripped from his nose, his fingertips were scorched, and his vision blurred at the edges... but he was smiling. Blood essence was freely flowing into his body. Not just any ordinary blood essence! A wyrm’s blood essence!
This was the strongest, or rather the most pure bloodline he had ever absorbed, and his veins burned, his organs scread, and his soul threatened to collapse under the weight of it all.
Yet he remained standing, teeth bared in a crimson smile. He knew his body could take it. He knew his bloodline could take it. He wasn’t just enduring it. He was devouring it, claiming it as his own. This was his right, not through destiny or prophecy, but through battle. There was no need to doubt himself now.
The wyrm only beca angrier as it realized what was happening. A re insect was sucking its blood like a mosquito. Despicable! The insect had even managed to wound it. It could no longer stomach such a humiliation!
A lesson was in order!
In fact, all these insects on the battlefield needed to learn their damn position in the world order!
The wyrm reared back, its wings casting a long, apocalyptic shadow over the ruins of Niera City. Its mouth opened wide, and a vortex of fla spiraled into existence, forming a blazing orb of pure infernal essence that pulsed with apocalyptic hunger.
Damon’s smile didn’t fade. His body was still trembling, his mana core screaming for release. He tried to use Shadow Step and blink, but it was no use. The entire area around him lit up in a flar circle that prevented him from getting out of it. Was it a domain skill of the wyrm?
Damon’s eyes locked onto another figure standing not too far away from him and the wyrm. It was definitely a player, and he was observing Damon’s every little action. Was this the guy who had tad the wyrm?
In his previous life, except for the few top players, he actually did not rember the Northern Sentries showing off a beast like a wyrm. This was either a new developnt, or maybe there were more things that he was not aware of in his previous life.
But now was not the ti to worry about this. A sure-shot instant kill threat lood over his neck. He had shown his strongest move, and now the wyrm was going to show its.
Damon grinned. He didn’t really expect to win in a dick asuring contest with a fucking wyrm but that was where he was at right now. "Fuck you!" He flipped his middle finger as he ran and positioned himself in the midst of brilliant golden divine armor and items.
If he was going down, then he was going to take down as many as he could along with him, and there was no way in hell he was going to go down without a fight. Damon hurriedly churned his mana core, and this ti, a brilliant golden shield popped up around him.
A golden shield with the attributes of fire and lightning, but undeniably, the main attribute was divinity. Perhaps because of his repeated clashes with the holy and divine factions, right now, Damon’s highest affinity was ironically these two elents.
And those affinities, once his greatest weakness, now shimred like banners of rebellion around him.
The golden divine shield flared into existence just as the wyrm’s apocalyptic orb of fire surged downward like a collapsing sun. The battlefield went still for a single heartbeat. Then, everything detonated.
A shockwave of annihilation swept across Niera City.
Buildings turned to ash. Stone cracked and boiled. Screams vanished beneath the roar of incineration as dozens of NPCs were instantly deleted from existence, not even leaving behind gear. The divine knights Damon had dragged into the blast zone barely had ti to react before they were engulfed in white-hot fla, their ornate golden armor lting like wax.
But Damon... stood within the eye of the storm. His shield finally shattering after putting up one hell of a fight. Several skills worked in tandem, and he did not even know which passives he had triggered when. He had collected a lot of skills from priests and paladins, and now all of it was paying off in spades.
It was too bad that he did not have the chance to actually tinker with them and gain more experience. If he could have done that, then maybe he could have blocked the attack more efficiently.
But despite everything, he was still standing. Damon collapsed to one knee, laughing through the blood. The wyrm obviously was not a fan of this outco. Unimaginable rage and fury erupted in his eyes as it decided not to give this insect anymore chances. The beast decided it was ti to deal with things personally.
The wyrm directly descended.
Its colossal form crashed down with terrifying speed, the ground quaking beneath its weight. Stone splintered, ruins buckled, and the very air scread in protest. The wyrm’s molten eyes locked onto Damon, no longer filled with scorn or arrogance, but with focused, ancient wrath. This was no longer a display of dominance. This was execution.
Damon raised his head slowly, still grinning through the blood caking his face. "You’re finally getting serious, huh?" he rasped, his voice hoarse but steady. His legs trembled, but he forced himself to stand. He couldn’t feel most of his body. His mana core was dangerously unstable. But none of that mattered.
Because right now, the wyrm was within range.
And it was his one and only chance of taking his last and best shot at the damn thing.
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