Chapter 1228 Corruption of Souls

1228 Corruption of Souls

With a bold smirk, Arthur got ready to dive back into the huge crowd of celestial beings and glowing soul-lights. "Let's just see about that," he said, his voice full of determination.

The fight started again with great intensity. Arthur moved fast through the divine soldiers, his dark lightning slicing through the angel-like enemies. But no matter how many he defeated, more kept coming, filling in the spaces like an endless wave of heavenly anger. Despite his great strength and skill, Arthur was slowly getting pushed back to the edge of a big crack his earlier attacks had made.

Standing at the edge, with the deep gap behind him, Arthur saw Phaneron floating above, looking like he had already won. "You're all alone, outnumbered and overpowered. This is where your path ends, in defeat," Phaneron declared.

Arthur was breathing hard and looked cornered, but he didn't give up. Just as Phaneron was about to strike what looked like the final blow, a deep and powerful voice came from the crack. "I beg to differ, Phaneron."

Everyone looked towards the voice. Out from the shadows of the gap, two figures stepped into the light—Oriole, the clever alchemist, and with him, a strong warrior, the Knight of Courage. Her short hair moved in the wind, and her big sword shone with a cold light.

As they appeared, the ground shook and opened wider, and behind them, a large and varied army began to march out.

For a moment, everything on the battlefield went quiet. The army from Alka made an impressive entrance. Elves in shiny armor and bright cloaks, dwarves with rune-covered shields, and mythical creatures that seemed to bend the air with their magical presence all marched forward, their numbers huge and their flags waving like wings of fate.

The Knight of Courage stood next to Oriole, calm and ready. She lifted her icy sword, ready to fight the heavenly soldiers. "Let's cool their spirits," she said with a small smile.

Oriole nodded at her, then turned to Arthur and patted his shoulder, smiling. "Looks like you could use some help, my friend."

Arthur's serious face broke into a big, happy smile. "You got here just in time, Oriole."

The celestial soldiers paused, thrown off by this new, strong group. Phaneron looked unsure for a moment as he saw the big army facing him.

"Numbers can be tricky, god," Arthur yelled, his voice strong against the howling wind. "Let's see how your heavenly minions handle a real fight."

With that, the magical army of Alka charged forward. The elves shot so many arrows that they darkened the sky, each one humming with magic as it flew towards the celestial beings. The dwarves hit the ground with their hammers, making shockwaves that shook the heavenly soldiers. The mythical creatures roared out their old, powerful spells, throwing the neat rows of divine soldiers into chaos.

The Knight of Courage led the attack, her icy sword chilling the air as she cut through the celestial beings, her magic freezing their wings and stopping them in their tracks. Alongside Arthur and Oriole, she was a key part of a powerful frontline that started to push the battle in their favor.

As the chaos spread through Phaneron's army, the Knight of Courage and the creatures of Alka found new strength. They pushed harder, taking advantage of the confusion to strike deeper.

Phaneron, seeing his soldiers struggle, pleaded with Arthur. "This madness must stop, Arthur. Everything is so finely balanced; your actions might destroy everything."

Arthur laughed coldly. "Let's shake that balance then, Phaneron. Let's see what happens when we stop playing by your rules."

Now, Phaneron and Arthur were face to face, the fight around them almost a blur. This was more than a battle of swords and magic—it was a battle of beliefs and futures.

Their decisions in these moments would shape not just their own world, but possibly all worlds under the stars. The air was tense, like the quiet before a storm, as both prepared for what might come next.

The fight between Arthur and Phaneron grew fierce as they flew up into the sky, facing off high above the ground. Arthur summoned his strongest power, the Godslayer Art, and the air around him started to crackle with black lightning. It looked like dark sparks were jumping all around him.

Phaneron, the god who seemed calm despite the chaos, drew power from the souls under his control. His body lit up brightly, glowing with the energy of many souls coming together, making him stronger every second. His eyes sparkled like bright stars as he prepared to meet Arthur's attack.

When Arthur charged at Phaneron, his black lightning trailing behind him like a dark stream, Phaneron met him head-on. Their crash sent huge waves of energy through the sky and down to the earth. The ground shook, mountains wobbled, and the ocean waves grew bigger. The sky seemed to tear open from their powerful clash.

Using the souls' power, Phaneron formed shields and weapons made of pure light. He made swords and spears of light to fight against Arthur's dark lightning. Whenever Arthur struck with his lightning, Phaneron's light would break it down, but then quickly come back together to strike back.

Down on the ground, people watched in both amazement and fear. The clouds around the fighters swirled into a giant storm, reflecting their enormous battle. The storm flashed with both black and white lightning, lighting up the dark land below like brief daylight.

Driven by a strong will to win, Arthur increased his attacks. "I won't let you hold me back, Phaneron!" he yelled, loud enough to be heard over the roaring storm. He lifted his arms, and a huge wave of black lightning wrapped around him, striking at Phaneron like a wild animal.

Phaneron, now glowing even brighter, pulled in more souls to protect himself. "You are playing with the rules of the universe, Arthur! You're putting us all in danger!" he called back, his voice strong but a bit worried as he blocked Arthur's fierce attacks.

The land below them was suffering from their fight. The ground cracked open, forests were smashed flat, and rivers changed their paths because of the energy shaking the earth.

Feeling a change in the fight, Arthur used his most powerful move yet. "Godslayer Art, Shattered Divinity!" he shouted. The black lightning burst out from him in a huge explosion, dark and scary, rushing toward Phaneron with incredible force.