995 Diamond Cut Diamond Part 1 (2/2)
Van Gogh felt dizzy before realizing the connection between him and the angel had been severed. It felt like something wiped the holy prose at the core of the heavenly angel, robbing him of control.
He began to feel tense all of a sudden. The two snakes in the lava were probably creatures of grade-10 or above. The heavenly angel, even when killed, would not evoke something so peculiar otherwise.
”The demon that had jumped into the lake was probably devoured by those two snakes, and I don't see any point of carry on fighting anymore.”
Van Gogh felt a tinge of desire to retreat. He could come back at a later date if he wanted to capture the great snakes. The enemy was still out there. If he ended up losing too much of his equipment, he would not be able to fight the mage toe-to-toe. The giant tower weighed on his mind in an indescribable manner. He had to report his findings to the head inquisitor and head warden when he returned to black dungeon.
One such mage would have posed a great obstacle to the Holy See's ambition to unite the mainland. Van Gogh had yet to hear about a mage capable of bringing their tower on their person, and the tower was even one that was capable of moving underwater. It would have been possible that one such tower could have even been capable of flight.
As he was about to leave, Saleen emerged from the cave behind him.
Seeing what happened before him, Saleen was dumbfounded for a second or two, before shouting in rage, ”You killed Nailisi!”
Saleen summoned the Stone Statue Soldiers from his devil suit as soon as he finished the line. Six nine yard tall Stone Statue Soldiers rushed at Van Gogh. Saleen followed up with summoning a fire elemental creature, which appeared in a random form; the one summoned that time was a fire fox.
Regardless of the types, anything the devil suit summoned was no lower than grade-9. The six Stone Statue Soldiers and the fire fox charged in Van Gogh's direction. His expression was a puzzled one when he saw the crazed look on Saleen's face.
”I didn't kill that demon!”
Saleen's acting was good. He saw the two giant fire snakes behind Van Gogh and knew the place to be a dead end, which meant that Van Gogh did not necessarily fight the snakes; the man might have wanted to just leave. Psychology came into very important play at such moments.
Saleen knew Nailisi was still alive. If Nailisi had died, the soul bond with him would have disappeared.
Putting oneself into another's shoes, Van Gogh felt that he would have reacted the same way if one of his demon servants was killed. As such, Saleen's expression managed to fool him, and caused him to hesitate for a moment.
An angry mage would bring about angry devastation. It was something many holy masters reminded him about. The mage was unable to do anything to him with him being protected by the Lance of Order. He intended to kill the mage when the summoned creatures were all dead.
Van Gogh changed his mind about leaving. Seeing how careless Saleen had gotten, he planned on killing him right there and then instead. ”Without his tower, that mage is no match for me!”
The six Stone Statue Soldiers and the fire fox stopped at a spot about nine yards from Van Gogh in a very abrupt manner. Van Gogh was able to tell that the grade-9 elemental creatures did not ram into his lance. They split and went sticking close to the sides of the cave's wall. A flash of blue lightning lit up and a thunderous boom was heard. Van Gogh stood there dumbfounded, unable to move.
The cave was too narrow. The reason why Saleen summoned the Stone Statue Soldiers was so that he was able to block Van Gogh's view, allowing him to unleash his badge at someone so powerful.
Saleen had complete faith in the badge that had killed a grade-10 thunder dragon and a grade-12 angel of fear. Van Gogh was but a grade-9 professional. He would have been reduced to dust under the fury of the lightning blast.
The Lance of Order formed many triangles, with each having a holy prose in the middle, forming a shield that provided denser protection that any mage could have conjured. With the thick bolt of lightning hitting its target at such close range, Saleen and Nicholas shut their eyes tight, as even dark element spells would not be able to completely block the light emanating from the bolt.
The light from the bolt of lightning was too intense that time. All three-hundred and sixty holy prose conjured on the Lance of Order were blasted clean. When the light subsided, both Saleen and Van Gogh stood, staring blankly at each other.
Van Gogh emerged totally unscathed, and Saleen was almost able to feel his heart jumping out of his mouth.
Van Gogh ended up more terrified than Saleen. He completely lost his connection with his lance. The godly item he wielded was bestowed to him personally by his god, and the Lance of Order came to be like a part of his being, instead of just something controlled by his soul. The feeling of losing the Lance of Order felt like someone just cut off one of his arms: incredibly painful, and incredibly terrifying.