Chapter 550: Reason to Fight

Chapter 550: Reason to Fight

550. Reason to Fight

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He saw relics of the past. Phantoms roamed the streets of the dead city, and the wailing echoes of death and despair haunted his mind. His vision blurred. The dry stain of tears permanently scarred his cheeks. He couldnt cry not anymore.

Someone save me

I dont want to die!

What is that thing?

The voices called out in agony. They remained, even as everything else left. Belphegor couldnt cry. He could not let himself cry. He he he

He paused. Cry? Why was he crying? No why would he even need to cry? He had a duty to his people. It was a task he had been given. And he was going to see it until the very end.

There was a terrible shriek. The sharp sound quickly died down, and Belphegor broke out of his stupor. Dust and debris shot up into the air as the nearby buildings collapsed, falling into the bubbles of non-existence. He blinked as he raised his head.

Where am I?

He swept his gaze over his surroundings. All around him, the City of Dreams lay in ruins. The tall spires the majestic buildings had all been reduced to rubble. He lowered his head, and he saw the corruption flaking off the broken debris at his feet.

The rocks piled up into a massive mountain. He raised his head, seeing the second layer expand endlessly around him. He shook as his [Gargoyles] swarmed around him. They continued to pour down the city. They clambered up the walls, and they sprinted on the ceiling. He stared as the vast tunnel continued to seemingly decline further and further down towards the third layer.

But the third layer was gone. It had been consumed by the corruption. Nothing remained. So why was he going there? Why was he?

Oh, right.

Belphegor closed his eyes. He dropped to his knees.

Everyone I know and love is dead. The world is going to end. And it is my fault. It is my

He trailed off. He shook his head as he clenched a fist.

No not everything is gone. Everything is

Belphegor thought of the surface what was above the first layer of the Netherworld. He thought of the [Basilisk]. He thought of the [Hydra]

He winced. That was right. The [Hydra] was gone. Taken by the corruption. He felt a pang of guilt. He couldnt kill it. He had tried. But he failed. And that was not because of a lack of capacity.

He just couldnt bring himself to finish it off. It had been one of the Protectors. Just like him, it had been enslaved. Forced to fight endlessly against the corruption. It was tiresome. It was exhausting. But

But not everything is gone. There is still something to fight for.

His eyes glinted, and he heard the roaring of his [Gargoyles]. He raised a hand as a magic circle formed in his fingers. Both rock and stone broke off from the nearby buildings that which was left uncorrupted before forming the vague shape of figures just ahead of him.

[Gargoyles]. Created from nothing but the earth in an instant. A dozen of them spawned into existence, before running off to face the corruption ahead. And Belphegor muttered to himself as he pressed on.

Its his fault. Its his fault I cant stop it. But I can slow it. I can delay it.

Belphegor sucked in a deep breath as he drew forward. His muscles rippled, and he looked beyond the edge of the city. His eyes flickered.

I will do what I must.

And he headed for the end of the world.

The first Corrupted Netherstone shattered. Its remains rained over its allies as the corruption dissipated. The remaining corrupted creatures just looked on for a moment. I raised my Divine Nebular Scythe towards them as an aura of both my Skills coated the weapon.

I smirked.

Come on! Do you want to die too?

And the second Corrupted Netherstone lashed out. Its brand new tendrils shot up towards me as I rolled my eyes. I swiftly dove down past the attacks before crashing into the second Corrupted Netherstone. I swung my Divine Nebular Scythe down again and again, cracking its body.

Even with both [Divine Strike] and [Draconic Fury], I couldnt just tear down the Corrupted Netherstone with ease. I had to focus my attacks combining them both into a single powerful slash.

And I swung down. My Skills flared. The auras coalesced into a single powerful attack. The aura of [Draconic Fury] took the image of a claw, striking down at the Corrupted Netherstone. Meanwhile, the aura of [Divine Strike] coalesced into what looked like a ring at first one that exploded out of my Divine Nebular Scythe like a small explosion.

I flew back, watching as the second Corrupted Netherstone broke into pieces. My smirk remained on my face. And I turned to the Corrupted Gargoyle as the [Divine Strike] and [Draconic Fury] faded away. It stared at me. It gazed upon my power.

I hadnt wanted to activate my Grand Skill. I felt like it would be a waste, especially if I stayed for too long down in the second layer. I thought of it as a last resort. But even during my first encounter after the Corrupted Hydra, I was already outmatched. So I knew that if I didnt do this, I would die later on.

In fact, I nearly already died. I just had to be smart. I couldnt wander around aimlessly or take risky fights without at least one of my Grand Skills at the ready. Because the both of them could turn the tide of battle in an instant.

I swooped down at the Corrupted Gargoyles as it let out a final battle cry. It bounded towards me, and I easily evaded its charging attack. I simply swung down at its back once. A normal attack. But I broke off a large chunk of its stone body.

It spun back around, charging at me once again. I clashed with it. It narrowly missed me each time. No matter what it tried to do, it couldnt hit me. Because it was slower. I was faster and I was stronger. I would win.

The Corrupted Gargoyle and I repeated this dance again and again, until it finally collapsed. I flew back from the remains of its body as I heard the notifications resounding in my head.

Defeated [---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]!

Experience is awarded for defeating a corrupted piece of the world!

Defeated [---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]!

Experience is awarded for defeating a corrupted piece of the world!

Defeated [---- Gargoyle - Lvl. ---- ]!

Experience is awarded for defeating a corrupted piece of the world!

Huh.

I had expected my Divine Essence to make a big difference in combat. But I didnt expect it to be this easy, fighting against the corruption.

I am stronger than I thought Id be.

I looked down at myself. I shone brightly here in this infinite cavern. I was the only real source of light in the fallen city. I didnt think I could defeat the Corrupted Hydra. But I was still strong. So I smiled to myself.

Time to take advantage of my Grand Skills effects.

And that was exactly what I did. I flew on and hunted down the Corrupted Netherstones, continuing to scour the city for Belphegor. I didnt know where he went. But I had to find him soon.

Before my Grand Skill came to an end.

Defeated [---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]!

Experience is awarded for defeating a corrupted piece of the world!

Defeated [---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]!

Experience is awarded for defeating a corrupted piece of the world!