Chapter 592: Round 2! Fight!
Cyesera Mountain Range
Cyesera Region
Plomux-North
July 30th
531st Divine Year
A few thousand kilometres away from Iklaque was the Cyesera Mountain Range.
The mountain range stretched like a crescent moon, cradling the hidden Aramisian outpost within its natural barriers. A sea of jagged peaks surrounded the base, casting deep shadows across the valley where tens of thousands of soldiers, mostly reinforcements, gathered to support the resistance in their fight to reclaim Plomux High Command from the demons.
The outpost bustled with activity—soldiers moving to and fro, overseeing the resupplying of weapons and provisions, while others drilled or repaired equipment in preparation for the next confrontation.
Overseeing the entire operation stood a tall figure draped in a dark coat. The man had tousled dirty blonde hair and eyes the colour of murky gold. Standing at a fairly tall height, his figure was adorned in a crisp military uniform.
His face was set in deep lines of sternness, showing the signs of a warrior who had weathered countless battles.
Not far from him were a group of aides, all Transcendents, each of whom had fought alongside him in countless campaigns.
Among these aides was one who possessed a particularly rare and very powerful skill, Danger Sense.
Unlike other skills that required specific triggers, Danger Sense worked relative to the situation of its user, and alerted them to danger, or whatever would constitute a danger in their current situation.
Whether visible or hidden, imminent or distant, the skill would always detect danger relative to the situation, and right now, that sense flared violently.
The aide stiffened, his hand unconsciously clenching as his heart raced. It wasn’t just a vague sense of danger—it was overwhelming, suffocating, and it encompassed everything around him. His throat tightened as the weight of the impending threat settled on his chest.
This wasn’t just an ordinary threat—this was something massive, something that could threaten the entire outpost.
He turned, his voice loud and urgent as he called out to his superior.
"Sir Duskhand!"
The blonde-haired man, the Divine Human General, turned his gaze toward his subordinate, his eyes narrowing.
"What’s wro-?!!"
But before Duskhand could even finish his question, his senses flared. Every hair on his body stood on end, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.
He wasn’t alone in this. Every divine within the base—every lower-ranked god and Transcendent present—felt it at once.
The air grew thick with tension, and a sense of dread filled the outpost.
Duskhand’s head snapped to the west, his eyes widening in shock as he felt the source of the overwhelming presence hurtling toward them.
**BOOM!!!
A deafening sonic boom tore through the sky, its force shaking the very mountains surrounding the base. The clouds above parted violently, and a blast of air pressure hit the outpost like a tidal wave.
Dust and debris whipped through the air as the soldiers scrambled to understand what was happening.
Without a second thought, acting purely on instinct, Duskhand grabbed his subordinate by the arm and flung him aside with incredible strength.
The aide barely had time to react, confusion flashing across his face as he soared through the air, his body hurtling toward safety.
The other soldiers around Duskhand froze, their gazes wide, some shouting in alarm. But Duskhand had no time to answer their questions.
’Why had their general done that?’ They all seemed to ask this with their eyes.
Ignoring the chaos, Duskhand’s face turned grim as he roused his power. Though divinity surged within him, he did not call upon it just yet—for the incoming threat, using divinity was nothing but a fool’s errand.
Instead, he roused his pure magic power and the raw, crackling lightning law energy within him. His golden magic flared around him, electric tendrils dancing across his muscular form as he gripped his lightning spear that materialized out of thin air in both hands.
His eyes narrowed, focused on the empty space before him. He could feel it—something, someone—racing toward them with terrifying speed. He swung his spear forward in a mighty arc, aiming at the rapidly approaching threat.
And then it happened.
A Faux True Voice—deep, resonant, and unnervingly familiar—rang out across the air, cutting through the tension like a blade through silk.
|¬Duskhand!!!¬|
The voice echoed in his ears, carrying with it a heavy weight of recognition. Duskhand’s features twisted as he spat out the name of the one behind it.
[Silver Summoner!!!]
His words were met with a blinding streak of silver light. It sliced through the sky, colliding with the tip of Duskhand’s lightning spear just as he completed his swing.
The air crackled and hissed, the space around the two energies warping under the sheer pressure of their collision.
The result was immediate—and catastrophic.
Duskhand’s golden magic, infused with lightning laws, met the Silver Summoner’s crimson-silver destruction energy in a violent, earth-shattering explosion.
A wave of destruction rippled outward, unidirectional, tearing through the fabric of space. The golden lightning surged forward like a roaring storm, clashing with the semi-transparent red blade that had materialized from nothing.
The explosion sent shockwaves cascading through the entire outpost. The ground trembled, cracks spider-webbing through the stone.
The building that Duskhand had been standing on was obliterated in an instant, vaporized by the sheer force of the unleashed powers. The structure crumbled into nothingness, the stone, metal, and wood reduced to dust before disintegrating entirely.
But the destruction didn’t stop there.
Everything below level 600 within the building—soldiers, aides, and reinforcements alike—met an instant and merciless end.
Their bodies were reduced to ash, their souls torn apart by the powerful energies. The crimson-silver destruction energy carried an insidious power, one that did not merely kill, but erased.
Their souls, shattered beyond repair, were sent hurtling into the cycle of reincarnation, lost to time and space, awaiting their eventual rebirth as new, unrecognizable lives.
Amid the carnage, Duskhand stood firm, his muscles bulging as he poured more power into his lightning spear. His golden energy surged, feeding into the spear, which crackled with renewed intensity.
The Silver Summoner’s semi-transparent blade pressed against the spear and Duskhand’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he pushed against the blade.
’I can’t use too much power or it’d alert the demons at Plomux-Central!’
The presence of Aramisian forces in this mountain range was top secret, and although the Silver Summoner had somehow found them, Duskhand couldn’t feel any approaching Transcendent presences.
The High-Rank Demons at Plomux Central didn’t seem to have moved, and the man didn’t want to give them a reason to.
Unobstructed, a Transcendent could cover an entire continent with their aura. If he released too much power and let the senses of the High-Rank Demons in Plomux High Command catch on, then the current situation would instantly go from bad to worse.
Such thoughts crossed his mind as he looked at the sparks crackling through the air in the aftermath of his explosive clash with the Silver Summoner.
Even though the mask concealed their face, Duskhand could feel the smug satisfaction radiating from them. He could tell, without a doubt, that behind that mask, the Silver Summoner was savouring this—revelling in the destruction and chaos they had brought.
’All those who comprehend the law of destruction are lunatics!’
The ground beneath Duskhand’s feet began to fracture, the sheer force of the clash causing the mountain range itself to tremble as Duskhand’s magic power blazed around him like a miniature sun in an attempt to overpower the blade before him.
But his opponent was a Pseudo-Authority wielder as well, and one who had ridiculously potent Destructive energies.
He increased his own power output and the crimson-silver arcs of destruction energy lashing out split the jagged peaks of the Cyesera mountain, sending enormous boulders tumbling down the slopes and smashing into the ground with thundering force.
The shockwaves alone were enough to cause the foundations of the Aramisian outpost to shudder, sending soldiers stumbling as they struggled to comprehend the sheer magnitude of the battle unfolding before their eyes.
Both fighters refused to yield, each pouring more and more of their energy into their weapons, until finally, their clash reached its breaking point.
**KRAK-BOOM!!!
The energies reached a critical point and a deafening explosion of energy erupted as the power contained within their weapons detonated.
Both Arthur and Duskhand were blasted backwards, sent hurtling through the air by the sheer force of the explosion.
The landscape between them disintegrated, the ground melting into molten rock, trees incinerated in an instant. Any soldier unfortunate enough to be too close was vaporized on the spot.
Dust swirled in the air as Arthur landed with a grin behind his mask. Without hesitation, Arthur extended his hand, silver energy pouring out in thick waves, shimmering like liquid metal as it expanded, infused with Summoning Law Energy.
Cosmic energy infused in his tongue, Arthur called out a command spell.
|¬Ascendant Apex Conjurism! ¬|
Immediately, the ground beneath them shook as the summoning power surged to life. Arthur activated the three-step summoning, his energy latching onto dimensional anchors that pulled his summons into this world.
First came a thousand hellhounds, their bodies cloaked in black flame, eyes glowing with malevolent hunger, each of them at level 700. They howled as they burst forth from the giant magic circle, claws scraping the ground as they prepared to charge.
A hundred dragons followed, each of them massive with their scales shimmering in hues of red, gold, and black. These dragons, at level 800, roared with fury, their jaws crackling with elemental energy ready to be unleashed.
Then came the final summoning—one level 900 beast.
"A Dread Leviathan!?"
Duskhand called out the name of this titanic creature with a presence that warped the air around it and wings that spanned the sky.
Its body was wreathed in darkness and it let out an earth-shattering bellow, making the ground tremble beneath its weight.
"Damn it!"
