268 Chapter 268: Philips defea

Even though Andrew knew his chances of beating this young paladin is slim, he still couldn't back out from the battle. Derik has always been more than a brother to him, in his own opinion, Derik was like his own father, someone he always looked up to. Someone he wanted to catch up to and surpass if he were to back down right now and here, how will he be able to greet Derik when he returns.

"I will rather die than retreat!" Andrew muttered and his aura shot up rapidly.

Darkness magic, shadow blade!

With a roar, the shadow beneath everyone's feet vanished and gathered around Andrew's right hand, taking the form of a black longsword with silver runes on it. His red eyes turned black the next moment and a strong gust of wind gathered around him.

"Let's end this!" Andrew roared and shot towards the young paladin abruptly.

His body flashed and appeared right in front of the young paladin, hacking down at him with his black blade.

Peng!

The young paladin remained calm in this situation and took a step back to balance himself properly, before swinging his magic broadsword at the black blade.

Boom!

The shockwave that occurred from this attack pushed everyone four hundred meters around them away, the ground beneath their feet shattered and the bronze realm oracles were blown away ruthlessly by the shockwave.

"Die!" The young paladin roared and his broadsword released a golden glow, shattering the black blade in Andrew's hands.

Andrew was pushed back and he lost his footing, falling back in the process.

Puff!!!!

The massive broadsword dug through Andrew's chest sticking out of his back. He spurted out a large out of blood and his eyes rolled back and his consciousness began to fade.

"Hehehe… Die with me" Andrew chuckled slyly and another shadow blade began to gathering in his right hand once again. He raised his hand, planning to strike again but the young paladin didn't give him a chance.

"Crazy bastard!" the young paladin roared and pushed the blade even deeper, dragging Andrew off the ground and into the air. His eyes showed signs of fear since he didn't expect Andrew to struggle this much.

"Are all the disciples of the death mage this crazy?" He asked Andrew who was currently holding the hilt of the sword while spitting out blood repeatedly.

"Hehehe…. I'm the most reasonable amongst the five… wait till you meet the others!" Andrew laughed for the last time before he stopped struggling.

"Andrew!!!"

Philips enraged voice shook the skies and a demonic figure with a pair of bat-like wings and a pair of horns soared through the battlefield, heading straight for the paladin. His body was shrouded in black flames and his blood-red eyes glowed fiercely, his scream alerted the other three and four figures hastily moved towards the paladin's location, not bothering to kill anyone at all.

"Fuck me…" The paladin's face turned pale and he quickly turned to the direction of the bronze realm oracles. He was planning to ask them to flee but to his greatest surprise, these ladies were already running for their lives.

"Fuck them!" The youth's face turned ugly. He swore to kill those girls if he survived this incident.

By the time they returned to his normal position, three people were standing some distance away with Andrew's body in their hand, his body was pale and his breathing was shallow and slow with his eyes staring into the dark skies.

"Andrew…" Jean muttered as she kissed his neck before sinking her fangs into it.

Everyone apart from the paladin was aware of what Jean was trying to do. Andrew's condition was critical and they could literarily see the spirit of death hovering over him. The four kids shot Demos a cold glare but it didn't reply or change its expression. The omini present power of the guardian spirits only allowed them to send over a portion of their consciousness since their main body be everywhere at every time.

The angel of death had appeared to take away Andrew's soul once he dies. The only option now was to turn him and let him live on as a vampire just like jean and Blake. It is way better than letting him die on this battleground.

"You are the one responsible for this? How do you wish to die?"

While the rest were focused on Andrew, Philip who was in his possessed by the black flame demon, Aziel approached the paladin with furrowed eyebrows. He was about two meters tall and behind him was a pair of bat-like wings flapping occasionally. His hands only had three fingers with sharp claws and black flames burning at the tip. In this form, he easily towered over the young paladin.

"What vile magic is this?" The young paladin was stunned by Philip's appearance but he wasn't necessarily afraid. In reality, the only person he could feel the threat of death from amongst the group was Blake who was currently focused on monitoring Andrew's condition.

��Philip" The usual cute and innocent Dimitris had a cold and bloodthirsty look on his face when he called out. His desire to kill the young paladin was clear and he wasn't trying to hide it.

"Just look after Andrew for me… I'm more than enough to deal with this worthless noble!" Philip sneered.

Xiu!

Philips's movement was swift as his claws quickly reached for the paladin's throat, even before his hand reached black flames spread forth, reaching the neck of the paladin.

Holy prayer: Purging light!

A bright light escaped the body of the paladin, completely erasing the black fire and repelling Philips claw. Unlike Andrew who was sent flying by this move, Philip was only forced to retreat by a step. His body showed little signs of burns but it quickly healed.

Black flame ax!

"You!" Philip bellowed and a black fiery battle ax formed in his hand, hacking down at the youth mercilessly. But before he could reach the paladin, a large golden magic array which exuded divine aura appeared beneath their feet and numerous golden chains emerged, binding Philip effectively!

Holy prayer: Divine strike!

Puff!!!

Before anyone could react, the same golden broadsword struck Philip's chest, sticking out of his back. The once tall and oppressing black fire demon was consumed by black flame and when the black flame dispersed, a young boy, the same size as Andrew stood there with red blood flowing down his lips. He gazed at the paladin with a stunned and confused expression before shooting the dying Andrew a glance and he finally understood why someone as skilled as Andrew lost to this youth.