Chapter 421 Against the World III (1/2)
CHAPTER 421
AGAINST THE WORLD (III)
The cyan dome collapsed suddenly unto itself; but for a breath, the fortress stood defenseless, though no one managed to capitalize on it as nobody quite expected it. Just as they realized it, nearly four thousand silver-cast vanguard shields appeared out of nowhere, spread around the fortress evenly, connected by thin threads, forming a similar dome of protection.
Shadows suddenly slipped past the thin openings, warping through the empty space like invisible darts, quickly reaching the ever-diminishing army. Lucky led the charge fearlessly, a pair of daggers bloodily glistening within her hands. She had an empty expression, eyes void of emotion, entirely doused in thick smoke.
Like the billowing carpet, she dashed around through the small formation of Devils, stabbing away at their vital points at speeds they could not process. Following right after her were the other members of Shadows, a small segment of the fortress that largely remained unknown to the world.
Thousands of bodies began raining into the sea down below per second, blood accompanying them in a macabre shower of crimson gore.
Lucky dug her fangs into unarmed necks repeatedly, her body flickering about frequently, never staying put for longer than a breath. Bending her body unnaturally, nearly touching her heel with the top of her head, she evaded a blade light before vaulting sideways, extending her left leg and wrapping it around the Devil she had just killed, using the corpse as a propeller to shuffle herself over to the next group where the attack came from.
She suddenly stuffed the daggers into her belt as the shadows surrounding her expanded, temporarily reaching nearly a whole mile across. Right after, countless needle-sized blades shot out of the smoked curtain of darkness, causing one agonizing cry after another to adjoin each other in the symphony of pain.
Pillars of rainbow-colored lights shot up from each of the fortress' towers, slithering like pieces of cloth under wind before bending into a spiral and joining together above Ella. A sphere the size of a small mansion turned pure white, blasting off heated rays omnidirectionally for a moment before cracking open like an eggshell. From within, an ear-shattering roar suffocated all other sounds momentarily before a shapeless beast emerged, as dark as the obsidian.
The fortress abruptly shook as Ella cried out, quickly channeling Qi to the eastbound side where Hannah currently sat floating midair, ensconced inside her Avatar form. Opposite of her was a swarm of Void and Fiend Titulars, the frontline composed entirely of Aeonians.
Her breaths were rapid and shallow, her complexion daftly pale; the shimmer of her green eyes dulled slightly as blood trickled down the corners of her lips. Crying out lowly, she clasped her hands together in front of her chest, the majestic mirage of her above quickly following suit.
Elements beyond measure splintered at their cores, causing thousands of explosions to encase her surroundings, shaking the world at its heart. The sky split open as a pillar of golden light descended upon her, a bejeweled Crown suddenly appearing both above hers and mirage's heads. It shone starkly golden, emitting heart-wrenching Will of Command. What it touched bowed, shaking on their knees. Light wrestled away from her, combing into a barrage of a thousand blades that spread into a halo-like formation behind her. Her emerald eyes lost their green luster, replaced by brilliant silver, her dress transforming into a silver-cast armor.
”DON'T LET HER COMPLETE THE TRANSFORMATION!!!!” a voice suddenly broke out beyond the realm of reality as Two managed to break out thousands of people from mind paralysis.
”CHARGE!!!!!”
Though she watched thousands of souls charge right at her, with thousands more firing off one art after another from behind them, Hannah appeared calm and tranquil. She swiftly took out an unassuming object reminiscent of a handle of a broken sword, extending her right arm forward. The space around it rippled, giving way to the overbearing nature.
She shuffled her Will directly into it, elongating the small, ordinary object into a six-miles wide cannon-like article that rested above her. Silver-cast and breathtaking, it shuddered and shook as light lit up like the sun at the far front, causing the reality around it to bend due to the sheer quantity of Qi.
”Banishment.” though a whisper, her voice echoed out through the vestiges of space, reaching every soul currently facing her.
Suddenly, the cannon of light shook, a faint hum blasting off into the world before a beam of light surged from within, consuming everything in front of it in a singular sweep. There was nothing left in front of her, not the arts, not the people charging, nor those well behind them. There was only a gaping hole, slowly coming together at the seams.
She staggered midair, a hand reaching behind her suddenly and holding her back from falling as the mirage above collapsed, the crown shattered, the silver-cast armor vanishing in lieu of a dress she originally wore. Amadeel held her gently, sucking in a cold breath as he glanced at the destruction in front of him.
”… almost…” he mumbled, spotting a small density of energy in the distance that vanished just as quickly as it appeared.
The shapeless beast roared once more, moving northward where Alison was currently facing an army of God-devils. Alex, Myveen, and Ivon stood in front of her, all donning somber expressions.