Chapter 264 Chapter263-Overcoming the Abyssal Malevolence
"Roar!!"
The beast felt the pain and retaliated with an enraged roar.
It opened its massive maw, spewing a jet of dark poison.
Baelgar swiftly raised his shield, deploying his defensive skill "Combat Shield," cocooning himself within an unbreakable barrier that blocked the toxic assault.
Seeing this, Hills immediately cast a healing spell, restoring a portion of Baelgar's health.
Feeling the resurgence of life force within, Baelgar threw caution to the wind, ferociously charging at the monster with heightened fervor.
He swung his battle-axe, once again striking towards the Abyssal Malevolence.
This time, he unleashed his most powerful single-target skill — "Endless Battle Spirit"!
In an instant, Baelgar's form resembled a raging flame, his entire ax glowing red-hot.
He sneered, bringing down the axe with a powerful strike.
A massive fiery ax silhouette tore through the space, bearing down on the Abyssal Malevolence with a scorching presence.
"Do you think you weak mortals can leave here alive?"
The Abyssal Malevolence uttered in a raspy laughter, a wave of darkness spreading instantly, enveloping its figure entirely.
Everyone expressed shock, not anticipating this seemingly completely chaotic and distorted creature to retain such lucid consciousness, even articulating understandable speech.
Baelgar roared in fury, his ax strike meeting the darkness, yet the darkness remained unshaken.
The Abyssal Malevolence burst out from the shadows, launching a wicked attack towards Baelgar.
Seeing this, Hills held his breath, initiating his battle Priest skills.
He lifted the Scepter, a beam of lightning descended from the heavens, engulfing the Abyssal Malevolence.
"Divine Thunder Punishment!"
Accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder, the Abyssal Malevolence cried out in agony as bolts of lightning wrapped around it.
Seeing the golden opportunity, Baelgar instantly launched his attack.
He gripped the battle-axe tightly, wielding it with all the strength he had towards the Abyssal Malevolence.
"Endless Berserker Axe!"
Baelgar swung his battle-axe fervently, the blade flickering as it unleashed a series of thunderous assaults.
Every attack carried the furious power of flames, forcing the creature to repeatedly stagger backward.
Hills continued to provide healing support for Baelgar, incessantly casting Holy Light skills to replenish his HP and restore energy.
Simultaneously, he launched the divine blessing skill, enhancing Baelgar's attack potency and resilience.
Though Baelgar's relentless fury forced the Abyssal Malevolence several steps back, it quickly stabilized itself, releasing an enraged roar as it prepared to counterstrike.
Baelgar held his battle-axe firm, feeling an unending surge of power within him as he fearlessly met the Abyssal Malevolence's onslaught.
His enormous shield would glow intermittently, warding off the attacks of the Abyssal Malevolence while striking back with his own axe.
"Frenzied Axe Storm!"
Baelgar unleashed his AOE skill, drawing trails of fiery whirlwinds in the air with his axe, a maelstrom advancing towards the Abyssal Malevolence.
The whirlwinds, intertwined with flaming energy, enveloped the creature entirely.
The Abyssal Malevolence howled in pain, the surrounding darkness torn asunder by the searing heat of the fiery energy, its form gradually weakening.
At that moment, Hills released another potent healing spell, Baelgar immediately felt a surge of strength and vitality coursing through him, fighting confidently onward.
With a cold and resolute gaze fixed upon the Abyssal Malevolence, a determined will to battle surged in Baelgar's heart.
Swinging his battle-axe in a continuous onslaught, every strike that tore through the space carried a force of destruction.
This was the quintessence of the berserker class, a class where the more intense the desire to battle, the more potent the explosive power that could be harnessed!
Abyssal Malevolence was increasingly suppressed, gradually losing its vigor, yet unwilling to succumb to defeat so easily.
Amidst Baelgar's assaults, it suddenly opened its maw wide, unleashing a barrage of dark, sharp spikes.
Baelgar dodged urgently, raising his shield, yet unable to respond fully in the first instant, he was struck by several spikes.
He felt a severe pain radiating through his body as his health points swiftly diminished.
Behind Baelgar, Hills felt a surge of anxiety, instantly casting a powerful healing spell, restoring Baelgar's health points to their peak.
With a resounding yell, Baelgar faced the Abyssal Malevolence with a steadfast demeanor, plunging forward once more.
He understood there was no room to offer the beast a respite; the suppression must persist.
Channelling all the energy within him into the battle-axe in his grasp, consecutive flaming axe shadows broke through the air, one after another.
The scene resembled a battlefield woven from fierce flames, impossible to ignore.
Under Baelgar's fierce onslaught, the Abyssal Malevolence could no longer defend itself. Its form began to crumble gradually, the powers of darkness dissipating swiftly.
Baelgar showed no mercy, relentlessly swinging his axe without giving the creature a chance to breathe.
Each strike carried the fiery energy of the Endless Berserker Axe, throwing the creature into the air.
At this juncture, John and the other team members stood quietly aside, monitoring the situation on the battlefield. It wasn't a reluctance to join the fray.
The monster before them simply lacked the caliber to warrant a full-fledged attack from everyone.
Moreover, those who could join this hunt, the Devil Elite Team, were undoubtedly the elite of the elite.
Elites naturally harbored a sense of pride, and neither Baelgar nor Hills would welcome interference in their battle.
Seeing the Abyssal Malevolence catapulted into the sky, completely falling into a passive stance of relentless battering, everyone understood the end of this battle was imminent.
A collective relaxation washed over their expressions.
Beside John, Saphir suddenly stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Galewind, I hadn't realized earlier... how high your level has become. Had I known that you are now a Demigod Level powerhouse, I would have dragged you straight to AGHHO's headquarters to seek revenge..."
Saphir's voice filled with sentiment echoed, carrying a teasing undertone.
Previously, the two hadn't had the time to chat leisurely.
When they first met, Duke Dinan was busy handling a myriad of tasks related to establishing the squad.
This time they met, they hurriedly rushed here in pursuit of a potential Devil.
Thus, it wasn't until this moment that Saphir found the opportunity to chat casually with John.
Perhaps seeing the battle unfold with a dominant advantage, Saphir's voice adopted a more languid tone.
John cast a sidelong glance at him, responding somewhat irritably, "You speak as if you know where AGHHO's headquarters is located. A group that has been able to stir storms across the entire Godslayer Continent, safely enduring for tens of thousands of years — their base must be in an incredibly secret location, not so easily found."
Saphir chuckled with a 'heh heh', yet his eyes bore a certain gloominess.
A deep-seated hatred nurtured over ten years stirred agitation whenever the name AGHHO surfaced.
"True. Despite searching for so many years, I have yet to find any trace of AGHHO. They must indeed be hidden in a highly secret place..."
Among this group of NPC powerhouses, John was most familiar with Saphir.
They had encountered each other a few times in Silverglow, and John fairly respected the man's relentless dedication to avenging his family.
Therefore, their conversation flowed more freely.
A smile tugged at the corner of John's mouth as he teased, "Moreover, the rumored guild leader of AGHHO is a high-level demigod powerhouse. Are you certain you can afford to have me square off against such a formidable entity?"
Saphir forced a smile, albeit with a degree of reluctance.
He knew John was right; even if he were to liquidate his years of collection, it wouldn't be enough to enlist a demi-god level powerhouse to stake their life against another of their kind.
"Perhaps I was being na?ve... So, does our previous agreement still stand?"
Saphir broached the question after a lengthy silence.
John nodded subtly, speaking in a gentle tone, "Of course, it stands. The contract has been signed; it is only natural to honor our commitment and fulfill it with all our might. Rest assured, I will help you find those three perpetrators who took the lives of your wife and child."
Pausing for a moment, a chilling determination surfaced in John's eyes, his smile taking on a colder edge as he continued, "Besides, I have my own scores to settle with those people from AGHHO."
Saphir breathed a sigh of relief, stepping back contentedly.
This reassurance from John was all he had sought, recognizing the impracticality of expecting John to storm AGHHO headquarters with him.
The fact that the previous contract still held weight was all Saphir needed to be satisfied.
After all, a promise from a Demigod Level powerhouse held more value than anything else.
Just as their conversation concluded, a sudden shift unfolded on the battlefield.
At the very moment when Abyssal Malevolence was on the verge of being completely obliterated by Baelgar, it let out a final, desperate roar.
The battlefield became engulfed with an aura of darkness.
Baelgar and Hills realized that the monster was in its death throes, and it was time to end the battle.
Hills gripped his staff tightly, unleashing the abilities bestowed upon him as a battle priest.
Drawing upon the divine power, he conjured a massive Holy Statue, enveloping Baelgar with protection and enhancement.
With the reinforcement from the Holy Statue, Baelgar felt an influx of strength and resilience.
He unleashed the final blow, his axe creating a streak of light as it thundered down towards Abyssal Malevolence with the speed of lightning.
Struck by the frenzied force, Abyssal Malevolence was torn apart instantaneously, its sinister life force dissipating into nothingness.
Baelgar stood on the battlefield, his chest heaving, his body drenched in blood and sweat.
As he looked at the fallen Abyssal Malevolence, an unprecedented sense of accomplishment surged within him.
With the demise of the creature, the surrounding darkness and oppression immediately lifted, restoring tranquility to the area.
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