Chapter 287 Assault on Hell’s Gate - 05

Chapter 287 Assault on Hell’s Gate - 05

As Mammon's corruptive influence surged forward, the holy barrier trembled under the relentless assault. The air crackled with a discordant energy as the malevolent force clashed against the sanctified protection erected by the Vatican Paladin.

The barrier flickered, its golden glow momentarily dimming under the overwhelming pressure of Mammon's greed. Dark tendrils of corruption snaked their way through the divine defenses, probing for weak points and attempting to unravel the sacred weave that held them together.

The soldiers within the defensive perimeters could feel the palpable tension in the air as Mammon's corruption sought to infiltrate their haven. The ground beneath them quivered as if struggling to withstand the weight of the demonic influence.

Despite the formidable onslaught, the Vatican Paladin remained steadfast. With unwavering determination, he continued his sacred incantation, pouring more divine energy into the barrier to fortify its resilience. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he channeled the strength of his faith into the protective shield.

In this moment, the darkened sky above the ruined highrise building heralded Mammon's arrival with the ominous beating of his draconic wings, sending shockwaves through the air.

His golden armor-clad form soared across the sky, casting a looming shadow over the defensive perimeter. The soldiers below, both demonic minions and those defending against the corruption, bowed in subservience as Mammon approached.

The very atmosphere seemed to twist and distort in Mammon's wake, the intensity of his greed-infused presence amplifying the strain on the holy barrier. The Vatican Paladins, recognizing the gravity of the situation, redoubled their efforts, pouring every ounce of their faith into reinforcing the sacred shield.

As Mammon descended, perched atop the highest building ruin, he could observe the defenders struggling at his mercy. The corruption of greed emanating from him intensified.

Despite standing behind the shield erected by the paladins, the soldiers within the defensive perimeter felt the insidious influence clawing at their minds, tempting them with thoughts of boundless wealth and power.

Their iron will was tested to the limit of human capacity; the soldiers barely passed this test despite the reduced intensity of corruption.

Mammon looked down from the top, his draconic eyes glowing with mockery and amusement, as if a child playing with ants drowning in his own urine. The soldiers, now facing the embodiment of a Hell Lord, stood resolute despite the overwhelming pressure.

Mammon's voice, steeped in the intoxicating allure of avarice, resonated across the besieged defensive perimeter. "Mortals, prostrate yourselves before your newfound lord. I am the embodiment of greed, and in submission to me, I shall lavish upon you unimaginable wealth and opulence, fulfilling your every desire."Continue reading on N0 VêLbIn

Despite the enticing offer, the unwavering Paladins persisted in their sacred incantation, fervently channeling the power of their unwavering faith to staunchly resist Mammon's insidious corrupting influence.

As the alluring whispers of Mammon's promises crept into the mind of Penthesilea, outside the protective embrace of the holy barrier, her formidable resolve wavered. The whispers, like insidious tendrils, coiled around her consciousness, tempting her to kneel before the Lord of Greed and forsake all she held dear.

The formidable Amazonian, despite her strength and divine blessings, felt the relentless onslaught of temptation. Countless voices whispered promises of wealth, power, and untold pleasures, while Mammon's corrupting influence clawed at the edges of her sanity, threatening to unravel the very fabric of her heroic spirit.

Boom!

Mammon's battered body was slammed into the ground, leaving a crater where he lay. His armor was bent and dented, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, and his clothing in tatters. Despite the remnants of gold and jewelry adorning his armor, Mammon looked more like a destitute figure than the formidable Hell Lord of Greed.

"You damn human! I've had enough playing with you. I'll show you my full power!" Mammon roared, and as he attempted to unleash his full strength, the power of corruption quickly subsided, as if Mammon had halted the release of his corruptive influence to gather power for a direct confrontation with Daniel.

In an awe-inspiring display of power, Mammon underwent a breathtaking transformation. His form shifted and expanded, morphing into a colossal, 20-meter-high golden dragon with menacing red eyes and two demon horns adorning its head. Its wings stretched out majestically.

Without waiting for Mammon to finish his transformation, Daniel controlled his Hecatonchires Avatar, directing its immense strength to grip Mammon's dragon's long neck, while other arms secured his wings, and the remaining ten arms pinned the golden dragon to the ground. With relentless force, the remaining arms began to pummel Mammon without mercy.

The Hecatonchires Avatar, under Daniel's control, unleashed a relentless assault on Mammon's dragon form. The golden dragon, still in the midst of its transformation, was caught off guard. The powerful arms of the avatar struck with unyielding force, delivering merciless blows to Mammon's vulnerable form.

lightsnοvεl The Hecatonchires's hundred arms, unleashed in their full might, delivered thunderous impacts with each strike, resonating through the very ground. Mammon's dragon form struggled against the onslaught, its incomplete transformation leaving it defenseless. The once-majestic creature writhed beneath the relentless barrage, its roars of rage drowned out by the continuous assault.

"Argh!" Boom!

"No!" Boom!

"Wait!!" Boom!

"Hey!!" Boom!

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Mammon attempted to utter something, but each time he was interrupted by the merciless pounding of Hecatonchires's fists.

Without a shred of mercy, the arms relentlessly pounded and battered Mammon's form, preventing the completion of his transformation. The golden dragon's scales cracked and splintered under the forceful blows, its feeble attempts at retaliation proving futile in the face of such overwhelming power.

"Enough!" Mammon roared, canceling his transformation and teleporting out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding Hecatonchires's fists that were poised to pummel him once again.