Chapter 277: Realm War - Prologue Continued (1/2)
Appearing in a mist of darkness bearing down from the skies of Midgard to the city known by man as the hope of humanity, I turned towards the reaper. Watching with awe as the flames of war from below glimmered off her ashen hair.
”Arsene... Are you sure of this?” She asked with a shadow of excitement hidden behind her indifference.
”No, but who is ever ready for chaos? Who is ever ready for war?” I whispered towards the air as the city sounded on all sides. Hearing the screams of war, feel the icy winds of death, I grinned. ”But we have a dinner to get to tomorrow, so let's make this quick.”
Taking a deep breath, I clenched the air as ashen flames began to spread from my body. Slowly beginning to twist around my body. Pulling out all of the Saintly Qi from my body, a large Ashen Sun was birth within the skies of Midgard. Adding my very life force into the mix, the Ashen flames began to grow even stronger.
”Ty, shall we?” I whisper aloud as I fell like an angel banished from the heavens. Picking up speed, my body tore through the sound barrier creating echoes throughout Midgard. When all of a sudden, my ashen flames began to warp, twisting as large wings the size of mountains expanded out, darkening the skies with its majesty. A Dragonic head with a sinister black horn soon appeared thereafter, bellowing with Dragonic might. In a matter of seconds, a radiant light filled the dragon's eyes. A gleam of inelegance pulsing out as a roar that dimmed the stars echoed.
Tearing through the air, the Flames of Hellfire and Typhoeus enforced my body, shattering the seven pillars of diving protection that appeared protecting this city. Unable to even stop me for a millisecond, a crazed gleam flickered through the air as I fell upon the land.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
As if nuclear warheads had been set off, the flames of hellfire consumed all of reality, burning both the city and space, creating tectonic shifts all throughout Midgard. Spreading further from the center to the outside onwards to the armies surrounding the capital. Unable to mask my dark smile at the screams from the humans, Elves, and various other creatures. I waved my hand as the flames suddenly began to twist, spinning, creating an inferno of enteral hell upon the land.
”IT'S THE ASHEN KING!
”HE IS UPON US!!!”
”READY THE GARRISON!”
”KILL HIM!!!!
Hearing the screams echoing from god knows where I chuckled, gazing upon the lava that was once a city. I did knot know who all survived, but they had to be within the Realm of World or at least the peak of Dao Serving. For my understanding of the Flames of hellfire had changed. No more was I a newborn with these flames but a flaming demon of elemental manipulation.
Raising my hand's height, the flaming domain suddenly began to change once again. The massive domain that had encompassed thousands of kilometers suddenly began to condense, growing hotter and hotter within my palms until my very hands began to burn. But with only pleasure burning through me, the domains of flames took the form of a demonic-looking ashen spear.
Turning towards large lights of the endless masses outside the ring of lava. I smiled, stepping like a god upon the water. My gaze slowly coming to a stop upon the King and all of the others who had invaded this Realm.
”We knew you were coming, Arsene!” Amund, King of Midgard, stated with an icy glare turning towards his city that was being consumed by the flames of hellfire. The only thing still standing being, a root of the world tree. A dark, twisted expression was clear as he struggled to even look at me.
Not stating a word, I merely smiled without care, turning to the large armies, ”I wonder whose idea it was?” I asked with a carefree expression.
Scrunching his brow, five entities appeared by his side. All of them pulsing with the Power of the World. Yet, such things did not phase me. No, how could it? My enemy was a being from the Nines.