Chapter 119 - Angels in Combat

'Bane. Game On!' Sunday muttered from his side.

'Game what?' Bane replied hi sarcastically ' Does any of this look like a game to you? Or did you forget that one of these demons could just easily snap you into half?' The Prickled Bane Winged Wolf replied scornfully.

'Yes... Way to go, you fool!' Sunday gritted his teeth, watching as Niniola took on the demons, shards of light exploding here and there and the occasional combustion of demons.

Literally speaking, the horde of demons that surrounded her we're not just her match. The only thing that made him get worried abit as that they were numerous, almost as if they never had an end as they continued swarming.

Cut down, chopped, slashing and exploded, the rest charged and charged on to the sole light emitting Irunmole that was Niniola. Still, she was powerful enough to handle them. 

But he was not.

And so, he began to walk backwards, moving as fast as he could to avoid any transferred aggression of the demons as he dodged his way back.

'Alright Bane. I need that energy' Sunday called to his Soulbond.

Even though he knew Niniola was sufficient for the horde but he was not going to just stand there and let her have the entire show to herself.

If he did, then all that he was trying to tell her would be naught. It would just be another avenue for her to capitalize on the fact that he could not do without her. 

And by the gods, he was fed up of that. 

If he was ever going to prove any point to his father, The Elder, that he was indeed worth anything and not what the stupid prophecy said about him, then the way to go about that was first to prove himself to Niniola. To show her he was so much capable than she gave him credits for.

However, as he thought all of that, he failed to notice the sneer on Bane's face in his Soul Space.

'For someone without any means of survival except for Sage Mode, you are quite arrogant.' The Wolf taunted.

'What?' Sunday growled just as he ducked over to avoid the screeching worm bat-winged demon flying over his head for the horde.

There was just no end to these things.

'The energy that I have acc.u.mulated is not for you, Sunday. Your current skill level does not amount anything to these demons.'

Sunday bared his teeth, pained at the words that Bane said to him. He was standing at quite the distance away from Niniola, almost far away from the place where the Hell Hound had attacked him.

'Listen, I need to come out!'

'No!' Sunday quickly retorted. 

His experience with the Wolf by giving it control of his body had not exactly been so nice.

'Nor that! I need you to summon me. In as much as you are arrogant, if these demons kill you, I am gone too.' Bane's voice dropped considerably low at the end.

'Thats why I need you to summon me. I am sending something that is even way powerful than any of these demons in the distance and neither you nor your girlfriend can handle it.' 

'What?' Sunday asked with physical mouth gaping.

Was there really anything that Niniola could not handle? 

'Believe me. Now, since you do not know how to construct a summon circle, here is one. Make sure you master it but first, project this out of your soul to the outside.' Bane said as he flapped his wings with a snort of air.

For a split second, Sunday allowed himself sink into his Soul space, seeing the form of his Soulbond behind the restrictive bars he had placed before it.

The ground was water logged, his feet dripping in it as he moved the bars. Just then, a circle of yellow light began to burn before his face and the bars.

The circle shimmered, glowing brightly and then began to grow another circle inside of it like an inscribed circle. The circles formed a sort of outer ring whole the insides of it began to morph, the image of a wolf like being with wings starting to get etched out in it.

'Aaaaagghh! Sunday g.r.o.a.n.e.d, seeing the Circle grow big till it was double the size of his head. 

'All you need to do is to imagine it outside by projecting Agbara from your hands into weaving it again. And then, the summon would be completed. I would be able to appear in flesh beside you.' Bane mentioned.

'Remember the circle, concentrate, deflect and reflect!' Bane added just as Sunday's physical body went flying into the air.

"AAAAARGGHHH!" Sunday yelped seeing as he was airborne and the flying banshee demon was rushing for him.

Spending time in ones soul space in a situation as this was indeed risky. The noise was defeaning. The screams and skreeched of the oddly shaped and grotesquely built demons as they swarmed past him was annoying. 

And yet, he had stayed still all because he took his focus inside of him to pay attention to what Bane was educating him about. And as a result of that, it was inevitable what came next. He had been attacked.

"IMOLE MO!" Sunday chanted as two light daggers popped up in his hand, He bent his body into a barrel roll but just before swaying just hands found about in protective swings that seemed to serve as a deterrent to the flying demons as they flew and observed him from the distance. 

Some of them even l.i.c.k.i.n.g their felling mouths like if he was a delight waiting to be feasted on..

He landed with a thud and a demon worm swarmed for him. Quickly, he lowered his head, evading the attack as he rushed for the nearest piece of rock that butter out of the ground. He was running and dancing and dodging all about just so to avoid the occasional lunging of the flying demons and the occasional spurting of lava like a geyser from the ground. 

He leapt here and rolled over only to grimace as his hand touched some still hot lava on the ground.

'What are you doing?' Bane growled impatiently.

'Trying to stay alive, of course. Or did you turn blind already' Sunday countered, scrambling to his feet and the throwing himself down to the ground in a dive underneath the bulky incoming fist of the red, pudgy face and fatty demon at him.

'Just make the circle...'. Babe growled back at him, unable to understand why the delay.

'The sooner I am let out, the better for you and your girlfriend.' 

'And for the last time, she is not my girlfriend, you!' Sunday bared his teeth just as he spun into a circle, chopping through. two demon-like children that rushed at him with their two fingers and bony but goat horned heads, their body disintegrating into nothingness as was common of all Spirit corpses.

He spun over, rolling on his back and then scrambling to a run. The demons now decided to split their attention between the two Irunmoles after noticing the movement of Sunday. The bigger ones went for Ninola and the smaller ones along with the flying demons now redirected their flight and movements to chase after Sunday with killing intent in their eyes.

"Aaagahh!" Sunday yelped just as he stumbled and fell down the ground, his mouth tasting the essence sodden and heated soil of the First Heaven.

Instinctively, he jerked his head open, spitting out the matter when his head slammed down to the ground as demons charged over him and around him , unable to bring themselves to stop.

'Now, Sunday... Project the circle.' Bane growled within Sunday's soul space, urging him on.

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Meanwhile, Niniola was having somewhat of a different schedule on her path. She weaved her hands into the air, four spears of light manifesting into the air and churning so brightly that the demons about her had to cover their eyes and look away. 

With a flick of her fingers, the spears churned brighter and spun into a circling about her, rotating so fast that any demon who came into the range was immediately skewered through.

She heaved, catching her breath for the split second she had. 

Some even had the spear stuck into them for quite a while, resisting the explosive might that it packed for some seconds or even up to half a second before finally exploding away.

Her shockwaves as a result of that were becoming less and less and without an explosive power to give her some breathing space from the never ending horde, she was beginning to get tired, fatigue slipping into her body.

"Aaaaghhhh!" Niniola cried out as she was sent into the air from the back, spread-eagled.

She crashed down to the ground on her fours, down to the mercy of the demons who immediately rushed for her. 

Essence dripped from her mouth just then, a reminder to how much it was beginning to drain on her and also an attestation to how strong the demons were getting. After all, she had never being hit, until now.

Yes, she was strong but she did not have all the endurance to keep fighting the same horde while hoping that Sunday had figured out where the most of them were coming from.

At this point, she even wondered if Sunday had at all done what she had asked of him. For it seemed that with the power levels of these demons increasing, a World Bridge had to be near. 

And if it was near, that would explain the new power levels of the demons that jumped up. Also, that meant they were making progress even though she was about to be pounded through by over a thousand demons.

But it was nothing. Just as long as she could get Sunday to that bridge.

"Law of Aganju, Falling Boulders."

"Rippling Earth." 

"Lava Control."

"Combine." She chanted and the ground cracked open.

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