Chapter 439: Rise Of A New God (2/2)
Such power was unprecedented, and it didn't stop there as a new surge of energy kept on pulsing into the finger, one wave stronger than the last.
Mr. Wannabe reluctantly let go of his gaze on the space city and looked at his opponent. The attack had interrupted his train of thoughts, and awakened him from his intoxicating but painful dream.
The chill in Einherjar Wannabe's eyes made even the other Einherjar's hair stand on their ends. What he had done was outright impossible.
However powerful was the Thunder Blade, it could not push further than Mr. Wannabe's finger. The pulsing energy inside the finger was no any less powerful than all the natural forces combined.
”It's my turn now.” Mr. Wannabe said quietly, almost like a murmur. But, the soft words stretched his opponent's nerves, threatening to tear it apart like ripping a wing off an insect.
As Mr. Wannabe pulled his finger back, the built-up energy at the tip of the Thunder Blade gushed forth like a deluge. It was a suicidal move! Such a move would never happen in any other fight, since Mr. Wannabe had to face the danger of being attacked by the sudden release of condensed energy. Even if Lee Moshan wanted to halt the attack, he would have no means to do so. As Lee Moshan was still trying to wrap his mind around the development, Mr. Wannabe had punched at him with a fist. Tightly clenched inside the fist was the power of a small universe. It was not Lee Moshan who Mr. Wannabe was attacking, it was his own destiny.
”KOMM!”
Mr. Wannabe's fist jabbed into the light that surrounded his opponent like a needle into a jar of butter. Nothing could withstand his attack.
There were rumblings, explosions, and then silence. An Einherjar had fallen as a new god had risen.
Mr. Wannabe heaved a sigh as he could feel his power diminishing over time. He knew that his time was about to come.
He felt grateful for having met Wang Tong, for he had given him something he had never had: a family.
It was all worth it!
While thinking, Einherjar Wannabe's body faded into the dark background.
Looking at the thunder blade that had been shattered into pieces, Lee Moshan felt defeated inside out. His beloved blade was gone, along with his pride.
The blow had gravely injured Lee Moshan despite his Einherjar METAL suit. But without it, Lee Moshan would have already been dead.
Perhaps Einherjar Wannabe had purposely allowed him to live, to wear the scar everyday like a dressed up clown in a parade.
Einherjar Wannabe!
Einherjar Wannabe!
Einherjar Wannabe!
The one and ONLY Einherjar Wannabe!
No, he was not a Wannabe. He WAS the Einherjar!
The Ivantians had failed once again, but admittedly, it was the constant failure and rise again that had forged the unbending will of the Ivantian warriors.