Chapter 907 Iscandar vs. Avargan: The Immense Power of the Golden Pride
"Every single time you speak of fate, of your destiny, of what you believe in, Avargan."
"It makes me sick, makes me want to vomit in sheer annoyance that I feel."
"Such words are the words of a weakling, a person that was not fit to rule, was not talented enough to take the throne, a man so deep into his own delusions that he cannot comprehend that he was simply not good enough," Iscandar said as he calmly stared at Avargan whose body trembled out of anger.
"Let me show you, what it means for a man to be strong, confident, to believe in himself and his own capabilities that nothing else truly matters to him."
"Use everything you have, I will not even get to strike once to defeat you."
Iscandar took a step forward, getting closer to Avargan.
Iscandar's steady advance seemed to unnerve Avargan, who, despite his previous boastful words, now found himself confronted by an overwhelming force. Facing Iscandar was a challenge by itself, and even the mightiest of fighters would be unnerved by it.
The illusions crumbled under the weight of Iscandar's aura, and Avargan's children, caught between the unstoppable force and the illusions dissipating around them, dared not attack Iscandar who was doing nothing but ignoring them.
Reign, Aragos, Nayle, and Adrian, witnessing Iscandar's unmatched power, glanced at each other before nodding their minds and charging forward.
The mysterious figure's voice echoed in their minds, "Iscandar is disrupting the formation, use this opportunity to target Avargan directly, he must not be allowed to complete the ritual."
The search party, seizing the moment, launched a coordinated assault. Reign's two swords sliced through the remaining illusions, allowing Nayle to focus on deciphering the symbols on the cavern walls together with Seraphina.
Theron and Venica did their best to devise a plan to disrupt the energy flow of Avargan's ritual, but the immense power behind the formation, as well as Avargan's own power, made it nearly impossible.
Adrian stood next to Aragos who channeled his elemental powers and combat aura to create a shield against Elyndor's potential interference.
As they pressed forward, the cavern resonated with the golden aura coming from Iscandar, who now stood before Avargan, their energies colliding in a titanic struggle. Avargan, realizing the precarious situation, summoned dark tendrils of magic, attempting to bind Iscandar and halt his advance.
However, Iscandar's aura burned brighter, dispelling the dark tendrils effortlessly and causing Avargan to groan in pain as he did the best he could to utilize his dark energy to shield himself.
Avargan's children, no longer having the advantage of the formation, quickly launched an attack, aiming to attack Iscandar from behind, but the Reign and the others intercepted them, preventing any interference.
Reign used his two swords to block and attack the enemies, Mia utilized her frost to create walls of ice to stop them from moving forward, Elara used her fire to blast the enemies away, Gideon stood tall at the very front with Cosmo, the two looking like giant walls that needed to be broken through, and the rest did what they were good at as well.
The battle was fierce from the very start, and even though the formation was no longer working properly thanks to Iscandar, some illusions still remained.
Aragos was defending against Elyndor and his spells. Each spell that Elyndor utilized was something that nobody had seen before as they were custom-made spells.
Elyndor had always been famous for his incredible talent in magic, as well as his ability to create powerful spells.
That was why many were a bit saddened when he had isolated himself away from the conflict. After all, even though war was a horrible thing, it was also an opportunity.
Here, in a world where becoming more powerful was difficult thanks to the low number of monsters, wars were what mostly made people reach the next tier, and Elyndor would have definitely been one of the people that could have reached Tier VI had he stayed.
He was a brilliant mage and losing him was a big loss to the Elais kingdom, unfortunately for them, they had all been tricked by Elyndor, as well as Avargan.
The spells struck the barrier that Aragos was holding while Adrian attacked Elyndor from afar. Even though he had an advantage over others thanks to his bloodline, Aragos was still struggling when fighting Elyndor.
Party, it was because he still couldn't completely hate Elyndor, he couldn't bring himself to truly try and kill him, and partly it was because Elyndor was just that strong.
He was a peak Tier V combatant, a mage with incredible talent and experience, a genius that was difficult to come by.
As the battle unfolded, Iscandar's golden aura continued crashing with Avargan's dark magic at the center of the cavern. The sheer intensity of their confrontation caused the very air to tremble, and the ground beneath them cracked from the sheer power unleashed.
Iscandar was still seemingly taking it easy on Avargan, he was merely walking forward, and that alone forced Avargan to fall back and defend.
Iscandar was not even attacking, his aura alone was enough to cause Avargan to retreat, his destructive power more powerful than anything near them.
The mysterious figure's voice resonated once again, urging the search party to capitalize on the moment. "This is your chance!"
"Avargan's focus is on Iscandar, seize the opportunity to disrupt the ritual and end this!"
"Just attack him, you don't need to dispel the formation to end the ritual, ending Avargan will be enough!"
The moment Reign and the others heard the words, they glanced at one another before attacking.
But, unfortunately, their attacks could do nothing to Avargan.
The golden aura flared up and blocked all the attacks as Iscandar turned his head back and glanced at them calmly.
"He is mine."
"No interruptions."
Even though Iscandar had spoken in a calm manner, without any hostility, it was still enough to make Reign and the others gulp.
His aura was just that powerful, that immense.
Even in his Nephilim form, Reign was certain that he wouldn't be able to last longer than a couple of seconds against Iscandar, the man was simply that powerful.
Perhaps only if he became a Tier VI and used the transformation would he be able to battle against Iscandar on an even footing.
"Now, have you made peace with your end?"
"Have you accepted the death that is coming for you?"
"Are you ready to die, to finally leave this world, to be always remembered as a schemer who in the end was unable to do a thing, Avargan?" Iscandar asked as Avargan clenched his teeth.
"A bastard like you will never be able to go against me, know your place, fateless."
Iscandar merely sighed before suddenly moving. In an instant, he covered the distance of about 15 meters, which was how far away Avargan was from him.
The moment he appeared, Avargan fell down to his knees, the dark aura around him dissipating, being destroyed by the golden aura that came from Iscandar.
"Still living in delusion, still not being able to accept your defeat."
"So be it, you don't have to, this is the end after all, nothing you say or do matters, you will die now, and everything you tried so hard to do, everything you had ever attempted to become, will be gone."
"Everything that has led you to this moment, Avargan, was for naught."
"Every ounce of effort, every single moment you have spent for this, was a waste of your time, useless."
Iscandar stared down at Avargan who was still struggling and attempting to get up.
He … he was looking down on Avargan with pity.
"I can only pity weak fools like you, you are not worth being angry at, you are not worth anything but pity, you delusional bastard."
"Now die," Iscandar said as his aura suddenly condensed, becoming sharper and more dangerous.
Everybody could sense that it was becoming more powerful, some people even had difficulty standing, and Avargan was the one taking the brunt of it.
But even though he should have been in immense pain, his body pretty much bending from the aura that was being exerted on him, he had a smile on his face.
"Congratulations Iscandar, you have reached the end of your life."
"Your contributions to my plan will not be forgotten."
A grand array suddenly activated where Avargan and Iscandar were at. It was the ritual that Avargan had been preparing. The mere activation of it caused an immensely powerful aura to appear, one that made them all freeze in their tracks.
Unbeknownst to all, even his children, he had already completed it. He was quiet about it because what happened back when he fought against Reign made him skeptical, it made him aware of a new enemy that he had never seen before.
"You will be the perfect catalyst for the descent of the angels, you will be the one to call them down, and I will get my blessing."
"So long, you arrogant idiot," Avargan said as a small circle below Iscandar's legs activated.
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