Terran’s trembling eyes locked on the Orcs attack group that was erging from the portal.
But his montary distraction proved costly as the Minotaur he was locked in battle with didn’t waste anyti , in slamming his massive hamr down on Terran, sending him hurtling to the ground.
The Minotaur’s gaze lingered on Terran, his eyes revealing a battle of choices within.
Part of him yearned to descend and finish Terran off, but the gravity of his original purpose in the Earth realm weighed heavily on his face, turning it grim.
Despite his internal struggle, the Minotaur made the resolute decision to dash straight towards the city.
Witnessing the Minotaur’s determination, the battling Mages grew pale-faced, unwilling to allow such a catastrophe to occur.
While uncertain as to why the Minotaur craved entry into the city with such eagerness, the Mages refused to permit a Tier 8 lifeform entry so easily.
They knew their city couldn’t afford to fall into its clutches.
"Arrggghhh!"
A piercing shriek resonated from within the city the Minotaur sought to breach.
Upon hearing the sound, he attempted to force his way in, but an enigmatic green barrier inexplicably materialized, shrouding the entire city, and the Minotaur slamd his body into the barrier and was rebounded back.
Unable to break through the formidable barrier, the Minotaur’s impact left the human mages equally relieved and fearful, as they remained clueless about the unfolding situation.
"No, I couldn’t even halt the birth of the Malignant fate in the King’s birth " the Minotaur muttered under his breath, fixating on the malevolent green flas growing inside the city.
"There is nothing you can do to impede the ritual awakening the Malignant heir, part of His fate is steeped in bloodlust, and his path cannot be obstructed as he propels towards awakening," a familiar voice spoke, arousing recollections of Keith within the battling mages.
Keith, despite mysteriously disappearing despite his status as a mage of the city, resurfaced, now ard with more knowledge regarding the dire circumstances.
The mages, who had seed to lose hope in the face of adversity, found themselves secretly wishing for a glimr of possibility with Keith’s appearance.
They really hoped that He would find a redy for the dire situation they found themselves in.
"Who are you?, Your aura and mana are incredibly powerful, yet I never noticed you before?, Wait, sothing is amiss."
"This green barrier carries a residual aura that matches yours," the perplexed Minotaur bombarded Keith with questions, gradually raising his guard.
He realized that this person standing before him might prove to be the most dangerous adversary he had ever faced.
His grip on his war hamr tightened, his muscular body emanating an unprecedented amount of force.
Panting heavily, he released sparks of fla with each exhale, resembling a minuscule fla thrower.
"I suppose you could say I’m responsible for the impending phenonon, As for who I am, you can call Cardinal Damien of the Evil Sect," Keith declared, wearing a wide and evil grin.
His words triggered an explosion of thoughts in the minds of the battling mages, montarily unsettling the Minotaur.
"I’ve heard of your group, the ones who advocate chaos and believe that the world should embrace the second dinsion, rging both dinsions by sacrificing countless human lives."
"While I don’t necessarily disagree with your ideas of chaos, it’s evident that your cult or sect has crossed a line by incubating the Prince ," the Minotaur pointed to the levitating green fla, shielded by the barrier.
"You have no inkling of my plans, and don’t attempt to comprehend my intentions. Your intellect is too feeble to grasp my true purpose."
"There’s no way you can stop this; it’s already in full swing," Keith, who now self-proclaid himself as a Cardinal of the Evil Sect, uttered as he extended his hand.
The mages below expressed their fury and hurled insults at Damien, yet their words seed to fall upon uninterested ears.
Even the Tier 7 mages engaged in the battle against the Orcs started to weaken, and in a blink of an eye, two fell easily to their demise.
The chilling scene left onlookers’ hearts pounding, uncertain of how to handle the influx of additional Tier 7 Orcs.
Just as the commander Orcs, consud by battle rage, was about to strike, a swift motion from a brown-colored great sword cut through the air.
Ruthlessly taking the lives of over ten Tier 7 mages in an instant.
The remaining Tier 7 mages breathed a collective sigh of relief at the sudden intervention.
Questions filled their minds as they wondered which unparalleled expert had co to their rescue in their darkest mont. Enjoy more content from .Côm
However, their hopes wavered when they saw the sword return to the large crater where Terran lay, and a muscled arm erged, gripping the sword coated in earth essence.
The entire battlefield fell silent, both humans and Orcs stunned by this developnt.
The Orcs, in particular, recognized the sword well.
Even those who had recently joined the main Orc armies and were unfamiliar with Terran ca to learn his na and reputation
an ordinary Tier 7 mage who fearlessly ventured into Tier 8 battlefields, refusing to retreat until he drew blood.
Fear gripped the Orcs as Terran rose slowly, and even the Minotaur furrowed his brows.
His previous strike had depleted much of his inner force energy, leaving him unable to reach his peak power for a considerable amount ti.
And The fact that Terran had survived his attack was inconceivable to the Minotaur.
"That hurt like a b!tch," Terran remarked, his neck cracking back into alignnt as he regained his footing.
Erging from the crater, his wolf mount followed suit, and with deftness, Terran landed on its back.
His gaze turned toward Damien and the Minotaur.
"I never suspected any shadiness from you, even when I was doing my best to suspect everyone involved in the city Lords case," he stated.
"Well, I suppose pretending to take a fall has its advantages at tis," Terran added with a smirk on his face.
However, his amusent quickly faded when he noticed Damien transforming into a blur.
As Damien vanished, Terran desperately extended his senses, hoping to locate where his adversary had reappeared.
However, his efforts proved futile as Damien materialized right in front of him, swiftly plunging a small dagger toward the head of his mount.
The wolf let out a pained yelp, unable to react in ti to the sudden attack.
"Now that your mount is dead, let’s see how you handle this," Damien taunted, launching another slash toward Terran.
Reacting swiftly, Terran raised his great sword, attempting to defend against the ominous, greenish-black slash hurtling toward him.
However, despite his efforts, he was still forcefully propelled backward.
This ti, though, Terran managed to maintain his balance, flipping through the air and landing gracefully on both feet.
The unexpected maneuver took Damien by surprise, who had anticipated Terran to crumble under the force of the attack, since he no longer had the support of the wolf mount.
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Terran drove his sword deep into the ground,before forcefully slamming his both hand together to form a seal.
Instantly, the earth erupted beneath Damien, forming massive, sharp fangs that clamped onto him.
One of the fangs scratched Damien’s face, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Ah!" Damien shouted as the earth fangs crumbled, surrounded by an eerie green fla. Surprisingly, his scratched face didn’t bleed but emitted a radiant golden light.
"Well, well, even your identity is a sham, This just keeps getting more interesting!" Terran exclaid, retrieving his sword and adopting a battle-ready stance.
anwhile, the Minotaur descended from the skies, crashing forcefully into the ground.
Realizing that he needed to prevent Damien from Awakening the malignant fate within the green fla, the Minotaur understood that he had to deal with Damien directly.
Terran, on the other hand, aid to stop them both.
Their desires held little value for humanity, and he had no hesitation in obliterating them.
"It seems we have a three-way standoff, I suppose it’s ti to begin round two," Terran declared. H
is ordinarily plain armor gradually lit up as ancient runes glowed, transforming it into a dazzling and majestic suit.
Even his sword started emanating a glow, absorbing the essence of the earth through the intricate runes inscribed on its blade.
"Don’t be mistaken, Mr. Damien whatever Cardinal, If you thought killing my mount would render useless in a Tier 8 battle, you are sorely mistaken, As it would be a stain on my reputation as a Tier 8 hunter,"
Terran asserted, a wild grin spreading across his face.
Finally, he released a dangerously potent aura, catching the attention of both the Minotaur and Cardinal, who comprehended that Terran posed a significant threat
a threat that made them realise they could no longer hide their full power from.
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