"You shouldn’t have survived that," he said coldly.
Klaus twirled his axe and smirked. "You’ll have to shoot harder than that."
"Just who are you?" the archer asked, his expression curious.
Klaus smiled and slamd the axe to the ground. He stepped on it and then rested his right arm on his knee.
"What can I say? I am soone who can’t be killed easily." Klaus looked around and saw so of them getting ready. So were secretly casting spells.
"I really pity you people. You could have had the chance to surrender; however, you chose to beco puppets controlled by the heavens.
Now, I have no choice but to kill you all... such a pity."
"What makes you think we can’t kill you?" the archer asked again.
Klaus laughed. "First of all, I have already devised ten ways to kill you alone... how much did you co up with to kill ?"
Without warning, two Death Stage warriors charged from both sides, their blades coated in crimson qi. Klaus imdiately knew they were Aether users, making them very dangerous.
He pivoted, deflecting the first strike with his bare hands while kicking the handle of his axe, slamming it into the second. The clang echoed like thunder. Sparks flew, and the ground beneath them shattered from the collision.
But then, just when Klaus was aiming to retaliate, he saw a flash of light.
A mage among the attackers raised both hands, chanting a spell that summoned a glowing sigil beneath Klaus’s feet.
"Spatial Lock!"
The ground pulsed with light, binding his movents.
Klaus imdiately felt his body had been seized by an invisible force. He glanced down, his eyes gleaming.
"You think this will hold ?"
His axe pulsed with lightning; however, within that lightning, a trace of Space Law lingered.
He slamd it downward. The force shattered the sigil, ripples of lightning tearing through the formation and knocking the mage back several ters.
"Rule number three," Klaus said as he leapt forward, "Never give your opponent ti to cast their spells."
He used Void Step to close in on the mage, who he knew was disoriented from the soul attack contained inside the lightning.
The axe transford again into a longsword just as Klaus jumped high into the air and raised it.
His sword cut through the mage’s barrier like paper, cleaving him in half before the rest could react.
Blood splattered across the broken earth, and Klaus spun, blocking another incoming strike from the archer’s arrow, this ti infused with killing intent.
But the attack wasn’t ant to kill him—it was a distraction.
From above, a Death Stage warrior descended, cloaked in flas. His entire body was covered in molten armor, and in his hands, he carried a greatsword burning like the heart of a volcano.
"A Fla Lord."
Klaus narrowed his gaze, a mory filling his mind. It was a mory of how he t Daniel, one of the greatest Fla Lords to have ever lived.
Everyone moved back for Klaus and the new arrival to have a brawl. The four masked figures created this match-up.
Klaus turned his sword into a hamr and pointed it at the Fla Lord.
"You recognized , huh?" the Fla Lord asked, and Klaus nodded.
"Such a pity then. It is not always that people recognize a Fla Lord when they see one." The Fla Lord, whose real na is Tahl, a Stone Fla Demon, pointed his greatsword at Klaus, too.
"I wouldn’t give myself too much credit if I were you," Klaus grinned. "After all, a true Fla Lord is no lackey of anybody, especially not to the heavens."
"Domain Shatter." Klaus slamd his hamr into the ground, shattering it completely. This attack shook the entire do and spread out, causing many to turn and look toward it.
However, the next attack ca right after the first.
"Domain of Lava!"
From the shattered ground, lava pools exploded out. "You are no Fla Lord demon. I t a Fla Lord before, and today, before I send you to the afterlife, I will show you how a true Fla Lord fights."
"Devastation Fla Art!" The hamr in Klaus’s hand was engulfed in flas as he charged at Tahl. He struck hard, and Tahl blocked with his greatsword.
A powerful flaming shockwave erupted when the weapons t.
"His na was Lukan, a barbarian warlord." Klaus attacked again, the fla around his axe only increasing. Tahl blocked, but he was pushed back.
"I t him on a battlefield, within thousands of fallen warriors of his kind—armor battered, body bruised and cut, strength completely drained..." He stomped on the ground, and lava burst forth, forming into a hamr.
"However, he stood straight, his hamr resting on his shoulder, flas of war burning as he gazed at his opponents, who numbered in the thousands."
Tahl took a wide swing, sending a blazing arc at Klaus. However, Klaus jumped high into the air and slamd his hamr on the ground, causing the lava to form into a wall.
The arc slamd into it and dissipated.
"He was supposed to surrender, let his enemies kill him, or worse, take his own life. However, he stood tall, his expression focused, and even the enemy, who numbered many tis over, were afraid to approach."
"They were too intimidated by the aura around him. His aura was deserving of a Fla Lord, soone who refuses to bow even in the face of death..."
Tahl roared and swung his greatsword in a blazing arc, molten flas trailing behind every strike.
Each blow crashed like a volcanic eruption, sending waves of heat that lted the nearby ground. Klaus parried, sparks flying with every collision.
"You speak of this Lukan as if he were a god," Tahl spat, pushing forward with another strike that sent a wave of molten rock toward Klaus.
Klaus sidestepped, hamr spinning in his grasp. "Not a god," he replied, his tone calm amid the chaos. "Just a man who refused to bow."
He slamd his hamr onto the lava wall, shattering it into dozens of molten shards that hovered in the air before shooting toward Tahl like fiery bullets.
He raised his arm to form a flaming barrier, but the impact forced him back a few steps, heat rippling from his body.
"I still rember the way he fought," Klaus continued, charging through the haze. "Every swing of his hamr carried purpose. Every fla he conjured burned with pride."
Their weapons t again with a deafening crash.
The air quaked.
Lava splashed around them like rain.
Klaus pushed forward, his fierceness only rising.
Tahl snarled and unleashed his domain again. "Then join your warlord in death," he shouted, slamming his sword into the ground.
Rivers of lava burst outward, forming massive serpents that slithered and lunged at Klaus.
Klaus looked up at the molten beasts and smirked. "Oh, he is not dead," the smirk on his face widened, "He is fighting in that direction."
As if he had tid it, just when he pointed toward the direction Daniel was fighting, a colossal hamr bathed in flas rose into the air and ca crashing with so much force.
Klaus also raised his hamr high, and flas of a different hue ignited—brighter, deeper, and far more powerful.
"Fla of the Eternal Forge," he roared. The aura that followed wasn’t just heat; it was a belief, so deep and rooted that when his hamr t the serpent, Tahl was sent flying back.
"Now Die...Punk"
Klaus jumped forward, his hamr raised; however, at the very mont he was about to attack, three deadly arrows arrived before him.
"Lava Spear"
Klaus exploded the axe, which ford into a lava shield. anwhile, on the ground, tallic spears made of the fire elent stab through Tahl’s head...
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