Chapter 573: In The Fray [PART 2]

Chapter 573: In The Fray [PART 2]



Lieutenant Dante glanced back, catching the tail end of Northern's assault, and his grip tightened on his sword, frustration gnawing at him.

He had thought himself to be the strongest amongst them. Trying to understand the unreasonable leap in Northern's strength in just the short time since he'd left him left his head throbbing with pain.

He couldn't even confidently vouch for his victory should he go all out against the kid.

Even though he wanted to be stubborn about it, concluding that he might possibly defeat Northern, but he knew the cost would be so great that he would become useless as a Paragon in the future.

That is, if he didn't die moments after the confrontation.

With such a great destiny standing before him, why should he go ahead and ruin his life by poking a beehive that would do just fine without disturbance?

However, Dante still felt like he had to do something to rein Northern in. If the young lad wouldn't be a subordinate in his grand dream, then he must make sure that he doesn't become an obstacle.

With such thoughts finalizing the silent worries in his head, Dante swung out, his sword strike shooting away with red light and destroying every abomination in its path.

The battlefield resonated with a trembling impact; even the red sky seemed to note the terror of such an attack.

Several monsters in a linear path lay blemished and severed in their own flesh and blood, wide, large, clean marks on their bodies, some cleanly cut in twain.

Aside from the main attack, Dante's sword slash seemed to have spawned children of the same slash, only in minuscule ratio.

Dante wanted to feel proud of himself. But there was no time for pride, no room for wounded egos.

He clenched his jaw, refocusing on the enemies before him, his blade a relentless fury as he drove back the flood, each swing clearing a path, his subordinates rallying to his side.

Shane fought close to Jeci, her breathing labored, sweat glistening on her brow, yet her movements were fierce, determined.

She cast a glance at Northern, something dark and resentful in her gaze, but it was lost in the chaos, her focus shifting back as another creature lunged, her blade slicing upward, spilling dark blood into the mist.

In the distance, Ryan weaved through the melee, ice springing from his hands in jagged, crystalline formations, piercing the creatures that surged toward him.

He fought with a deadly calm, his gaze steady, calculating, yet every so often he'd spare a glance at Northern, a faint flicker of respect mingling with his wariness.

Northern's Void Tendrils lashed out, ensnaring a statued creature that towered above the others, eyeless, its skin seeming to droop.

Northern maneuvered in the wind and ducked low, evading with deadly grace, and his Void Tendrils lashed out from his gauntlets, anchoring into the monster's arm and torso, clamping down with an iron grip as Northern's feet touched the ground.

With a sharp twist, Northern wrenched the creature's arm clean off, dark ichor spewing from the wound.

He raised his hand slightly above his head and swung back like he was ready to throw a javelin. From nothing, a warm light of strings appeared in his hands and elongated into a long javelin.

Northern narrowed his eyes and flung forward with his entire body.

The javelin of chaos essence made its way, piercing the wind and everything in its path; several towered maelstroms were left with large gaping holes in their chests, and a mighty

crash resounded beyond the horizon.

Northern watched as five maelstroms crumbled to their knees in one go.

[You have killed a Calamitous Maelstrom Titan of Sin]

[You have gained +10 talent fragments]

[You have killed a Disastrous Maelstrom Statue of Sin]

[You have gained +5 talent fragments]

[You have killed a Calamitous Maelstrom Titan of Sin]

[You have gained +10 talent fragments]

[You have killed a Calamitous Maelstrom Titan of Sin]

[You have gained +10 talent fragments]

[You have killed a Calamitous Maelstrom Titan of Sin]

[You have gained +10 talent fragments]

He felt the familiar, dark pulse of energy infuse his body once more, his senses sharpening,

every fiber of his being thrumming with a dark vitality.

His grin widened, his eyes glinting with an almost unhinged delight. This was the battlefield he had craved, the chaos in which his power thrived.