Chapter 593: Random Summoning, Wanton Destruction
"Damn it!"
Duskhand couldn’t help but curse. Arthur was the ’Silver Summoner’, and while Duskhand had anticipated a summons, this level of power was beyond what he had expected.
His mind began racing. If Arthur summoned these beasts, they would clash with the divine human soldiers, unleashing so much energy that it would be impossible to hide.
The High-Rank demons whose attention the Aramisian forces were desperately trying to avoid would surely notice the commotion.
They would descend upon Cyesera with fury.
And that was exactly what Arthur wanted.
Arthur’s grin widened as more beasts materialized from the shimmering silver summoning circle.
|¬godslayers! Heed your Progenitor’s call! ¬|
He waved his hands and conjured dozens more with his Anti-Divinity, calling forth over half of the godslayers from Nienope—the ones who responded to his summons.
Arthur dismissed the spell circles and reconstructed them with divinity, calling forth as many summons as he could.
From the Infernal Devils he didn’t really like, to the Leviathan Devils from the same clan as his mother.
He called forth Romrintet, the Divine Dragon he had subjugated, and when he felt a pull on the other end of his summoning link, he swapped back to Anti-Divinity and called forth the first godslayer he encountered in this universe.
Stelan emerged with a surge of blood, drawing his blade a leaping at Duskhand’s aides who tried to attack Arthur from behind.
Then, with a commanding voice, Arthur spoke words that resonated with every one of his godslayer summons.
|¬Your progenitor commands you. Fight! ¬|
A surge of cosmic energy burst forth from his body and power swept through the summoned godslayers. Each one felt a 30% boost in the strength coursing through their bodies, a boost that scaled with their own abilities.
Their auras flared and without hesitation, they threw themselves into the fray, launching a mad frenzy of attacks upon the divine forces.
’Damn, these guys must have been really maltreated by the gods of Nienope for them to react like this at the sight of any divines...’
Arthur couldn’t help but think this as he watched the battlefield erupt into chaos.
Hellhounds darted across the ground, their fiery maws snapping at Aramisian soldiers, tearing through flesh and bone while Dragons soared overhead, unleashing torrents of flame, lightning, and frost.
The divine humans struggled to hold their lines as the beasts overwhelmed them, their numbers sheer in scale and ferocity.
’Well, I just used random summons. But I never expected a beast like that to come out...’
Arthur thought this as he looked at the Dread Leviathan squaring off against Duskhand. He then turned his gaze to the godslayers cleaving through multiple Fake Divines, the Infernal Devils cackling as they unleased black fire upon the enemy and the Leviathan Devils toppling fortifications with mini tsunamis.
’Come to think of it, although Mum is a Half-Leviathan Devil, I’ve hardly seen her use anything water-related.’
Despite the chaos around him—fire, ice, and energy blasts colliding in storms of destruction and Aramisian soldiers screaming as they were torn apart by the summoned beasts—Arthur sat down on a nearby rock and began to think about how many times he’d seen his mother use water magic.
’I remember the first time she took me to Kriez. Then there was the time when we went to the Crystal Realm, and--! Ah!’
The boy’s thoughts were cut off as he roused his silver energy and swirled it around him into a violent storm of destruction to block the spear that tore through the air aiming for his head.
Its wielder burst through the storm of destruction, tanking the damage as he infused lightning and light law energy into his fist and punched forward.
’Yeah, nope!’
No way Arthur was gonna take Duskhand’s punch head-on.
He teleported to avoid the strike that turned the ground where he stood into mush, and when he reappeared, Duskhand turned into a streak of lightning and reached him in that same instant.
With his spear in hand, the man attacked and Arthur parried, his sword infused with Null, the two weapons colliding with an ear-splitting clang. Silver and golden sparks flew as they exchanged blow after blow, each attack shaking the ground beneath them.
Around them, the battlefield was a maelstrom of pure chaos and Arthur’s spell circles kept consuming his divinity to continue churning out summoned beasts to attack the Aramisians.
As more Hellhounds and Dragons emerged from other worlds, their howls and roars added to the deafening cacophony of war. Arthur’s strategy was clear—cause enough destruction to draw the attention of the Plomux Transcendents and let the chaos unfold.
And amidst it all, Arthur smiled, revelling in the chaos he had unleashed.
Duskhand, knowing from experience that killing Arthur was a task harder than dealing with a cockroach, quickly activated his Pseudo-Authority of Lightning and swung his blade down with lethal intent.
"Sanctified Judgment!"
The man bellowed, his voice booming with the force of the attack and a brilliant, blinding arc of golden lightning slashed downward, tearing through the sky with divine fury.
The air around the spear’s path crackled and sparked, charged with enough power to decimate entire armies. The attack barrelled toward Arthur with unrelenting speed, a divine punishment meant to annihilate anything in its wake.
But Arthur only grinned beneath his mask and raised Celestia. Destruction energy flared around him in a shimmering wave of crimson and silver, distorting space itself as he called upon his Pseudo-Authority of Destruction.
|¬Island Split¬|
The boy called out as he sent a massive, razor-sharp slash of destruction energy hurtling forward.
The two attacks collided mid-air in an explosion that dwarfed their previous clash. The sky itself seemed to warp and tear as the lightning and destruction energy merged, battling for dominance.
Golden lightning arced across the landscape, while crimson-silver waves of destruction energy obliterated everything in their path. The resulting shockwave rippled outward, flattening the surrounding terrain and reducing everything to mush.
Hills crumbled, forests disintegrated, and rivers flowing down the Cyesera mountains boiled away into nothingness.
Aramisian soldiers screamed as they scrambled to flee from the site of the battle. Their outpost was now a wasteland, caught in the crossfire of two beings with power that outstripped everyone else present—Duskhand’s aides included, even if the aides themselves were unaware of this.
The Silver Summoner had appeared without warning, and now General Duskhand, their invincible leader, was locked in combat with him. They had no answers—only fear and awe at the powerful forces that raged before them.
Duskhand himself was stunned. His ’Sanctified Judgment’, a Unique Skill, had been perfectly countered by Arthur’s Island Split.
The energies had nullified each other, leaving only ruin in their wake. Even though he did not give his all, it was still enough power to take out any Superior Legendries.
Duskhand could hardly believe it—this Silver Summoner, this opponent he had once bested, now matched him blow for blow.
The sight prompted his brain to recall a piece of information he received in the briefing about Plomux’s fall.
"You... you’ve become a Sovereign."
Duskhand finally spoke, his voice low but filled with disbelief. The pieces began to click into place. This wasn’t the same Arthur he had fought in the past at all.
The speed the boy used to advance realms baffled Duskhand and seeing his expression, Arthur’s response came in a mocking tone.
"Yeah, I’ve become a Sovereign. Just for the sake of beating you, I levelled up like crazy and became stronger. You should feel honoured, Duskhand."
As he spoke, his Anti-Divinity flared, its negative force radiating outwards, snuffing out any divine power in his vicinity.
Duskhand’s expression darkened. He could feel the Anti-Divinity weakening him just like how Demons were weakened in areas with concentrated Divinity.
This was not the case before. It meant Arthur’s power had grown to the level where he could now affect Transcendents, even without using his racial abilities.
His divinity was stronger, yes, but it was futile here. Arthur held the type advantage.
With a scowl, Duskhand focused on his magic power instead, knowing that using divinity would only be playing into Arthur’s hands.
Arthur kicked off the ground and charged forward with Celestia raised high. Destruction energy swirled around the blade like a storm, the crimson-silver light painting the battlefield in violent hues as he swung downward, aiming for Duskhand’s chest.
In response, Duskhand thrust his spear upward in a sweeping motion, meeting Arthur’s blade with his own ferocity. Lightning crackled as spear and sword collided, another explosion of power erupting between them.
The ground beneath their feet shattered, stone and debris flying in every direction as Arthur unleashed a barrage of techniques.
Extinction Slash, Cataclysmic Divide, Mountain Split, Island Split—each attack came one after another, all infused with his signature crimson-destruction energy, crashing down toward Duskhand like a storm of relentless chaos.
Celestia left shimmering trails of crimson-silver light in its wake as Arthur slashed, infusing time law energy to delay some attacks or make others skip through time.
But Duskhand met each strike with unyielding force.
He swung his lightning spear, coated in golden magic and light-law energy, the divine radiance of his attacks matching the destructive onslaught coming from Arthur.
Arthur’s Extinction Slash met Duskhand’s Divine Lightning Judgment, a searing arc of pure lightning that ripped through the sky and split the ground beneath it.
When Arthur released Cataclysmic Divide, Duskhand responded with his Thunderous Thrust. The powerful lightning law energy pierced through Arthur’s strike that could cause mini-dimensional rifts, illuminating the landscape with a dazzling glow.
Arthur sent a Mountain Split to buy a bit of time, but Duskhand dodged it and charged forward, letting the attack tear the Cyesera mountains behind him apart as he spun his spear in a circular motion.
"Storm Surge!"
The spin of his spear created a whirlwind of electrified energy around him that Arthur teleported away to avoid.
However, Duskhand turned into lightning itself, zapping forward in a blinding flash, striking precisely where Arthur re-emerged.
"Thunder’s Edge! Sanctified Judgment!"
