The Golden Paragon was truly extraordinary!
Broken quickly amplified not only his own attacks but also boosted the impact of every ally around him, making their strikes land with devastating force. His confidence surged as he advanced toward Focalor. This time, he wielded his Wavebreaker Spear, activating his Water Domain to gain even more control over the battlefield.
With the ability to stay airborne, Broken executed a relentless flurry of spinning strikes and sweeping attacks, parrying every attempt the demon made to retaliate. The Golden Paragon’s buffs elevated the attack power of everyone in his vicinity, creating a surge of momentum that was impossible to ignore.
The spectacle turned heads across the battlefield. Whispers spread rapidly as onlookers tried to make sense of what they were witnessing.
"Is that... a skill similar to the one King Alorik used?"
"Yes! That’s the Golden Paragon—I’m certain of it!"
"What even is that?"
"It’s a legendary skill, exclusive to the heir of the Dissidia Kingdom."
"No way! Does that mean Broken is the heir to Dissidia? How is that possible? I thought the Crown Princess was Alora!"
"But it’s clear this skill’s full potential only shines when used alongside a strong team, right?"
"Still, why did King Alorik lose despite wielding the same power?"
"No one said Broken is guaranteed to win either. I just hope this fight ends soon—I can’t take the suspense!"
[Celestial Bulwark (Defensive Active Skill) activated.]
With the activation of this defensive skill, Iveth and the forest elves finally gained the stability they needed to withstand Focalor’s relentless attacks. The shield provided just enough protection for close-range players to strike while allowing others to retreat and regroup when necessary.
"You worthless scum!" Focalor snarled, frustration mounting as he found himself besieged by attacks from every direction.
Pinned to one spot, he had no room to maneuver.
Broken capitalized on the chaos, pressing his assault. Thanks to two close-range fighters stepping in to cover his role as a tank, he now had more freedom to focus entirely on his offensive strikes.
One minute. Even a single minute felt like an eternity as they continued their brutal, unrelenting barrage.
"Keep attacking! We can defeat the Named Demon!"
Shouts of encouragement echoed across the battlefield, fueling the growing optimism. The tide of the battle was shifting, and victory felt within reach.
As time passed, more close-range fighters closed in, adding to the intensity. Optimus darted forward, striking Focalor from the side with a series of sharp kicks and punches before retreating just as quickly. Charmelyn multiplied herself into countless clones, each delivering an attack in rapid succession.
Focalor was overwhelmed. The barrage was too much, and he could no longer fend off the relentless waves of assaults. The buffs from Golden Paragon were proving invaluable, shielding the team and empowering their strikes.
Then, the battlefield shifted again. Alora and Ivana joined the fray. Spotting Ivana, Focalor unleashed a massive energy ball aimed directly at her. The attack sent her hurtling backward, but she recovered swiftly.
At that moment, Kingsley’s bear-form charged into the fray, trampling the demon under its enormous weight. The momentum was undeniable. Focalor was faltering.
[Heaven’s Judgment (Ultimate Active Skill) activated.]
Broken unleashed the Golden Paragon’s ultimate skill, a move that was vital to stun the demon and focus all their damage on a single target. The Golden Paragon avatar raised its greatsword high into the air, and a brilliant golden light erupted from the blade. It grew rapidly, transforming into a massive weapon.
With one colossal swing, the greatsword came crashing down, creating a devastating explosion that shattered everything in its path. Focalor was thrown to the ground, reeling under the relentless onslaught.
This was the moment.
Broken swiftly switched weapons, summoning his Wavebreaker Spear and the Golden Bow of Artemis.
[Sniper’s Focus (Active Skill) Lv. 5 activated.]
The sky seemed to split open, and from its depths descended a duplicate of the Wavebreaker Spear, encased in a blinding golden glow. The spectacle was a dazzling display of raw power.
Two seconds.
And the spear shot downward like a blazing comet, targeting Focalor, who was already besieged by countless attacks. Broken prepared to summon his Bedrock Breaker for the next strike.
But then…
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Something no one anticipated happened.
Focalor caught the original spear!
It was so swift, so unexpected, that it left the battlefield in stunned silence. In a single motion, the demon redirected the spear with terrifying precision. And then…
The spear pierced Iveth’s chest. The elf woman staggered, her expression frozen in shock, as the massive spear fell from the sky, striking with earth-shattering force. Explosive waves of waters and countless water spears rained down mercilessly upon the battlefield, carving destruction into the earth.
Yet in that fleeting, heart-stopping moment, there was one truth—only Broken could see.
[You have killed Iveth Lv. 247.]
Broken froze, his mind reeling as the message appeared before him.
No way. This can’t be happening!
He had explicitly set his target to Focalor. There was no room for error—only demons were supposed to be affected by his attacks.
That was a fundamental rule in Immortal Legacy, a safeguard hardwired into the system. Yet, here it was, glaring at him as if mocking his disbelief.
Frantically, he checked his settings again. Everything was correct. The target lock, the exclusion of allies—everything was as it should have been. But none of that changed what had just happened.
Before his eyes, Iveth’s body lay pinned to the ground by the spear. As her form shattered into glimmering fragments, breaking apart with an eerie finality, the weight of what had happened settled over him.
"Iveth!"
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A cry broke through the battlefield. Her companion, a forest elf, threw his spear aside and rushed toward her, desperation etched on his face. But he was too late. She was gone.
"Focus on the battle, Elrin!" Zeno’s voice rang out, but the elf man’s grief left him utterly vulnerable.
In that instant, Focalor surged forward, slipping free from Optimus and Ivana’s combined assault. He closed the distance to Elrin in a heartbeat, pressing a clawed hand to the elf’s back.
Crimson energy pulsed from Focalor’s palm, spreading like a tide across Elrin’s body. The elf barely had time to scream before he erupted in a violent explosion.
"No!" Broken’s voice tore from his throat.
"Regroup! Hold your positions!" Zeno’s voice barked out again.
But the damage was done. The loss of two forest elves caused the frontline defense to collapse, their formation crumbling under the pressure.
Ivana was now in danger.
And he had to act fast.