Chapter 107: Fight Of The Divine Plane 16: The Horsemen Vs The Harbingers Of Destruction 1
"Now that we're no longer distracted..."
Lokk glared at the Horseman, his chest rising and falling with frustration. "Who are you, and why are you interfering in my battle with my brother?" His voice was sharp, as if he expected his words to cut through the tension. Yet, the Horseman barely acknowledged him, only giving a dismissive glance, as if Lokk's challenge was beneath him.
Garrick's expression remained calm, but there was an air of dominance in the way he stood, his eyes cold and calculating. "I can make this easy for you," he said, his voice deep and steady. "Surrender, call your master, or whatever you call him, and tell him to come out.
Or, I can beat you to a pulp and drag him out myself." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting to Saryna, the leader of the Harbingers. His tone softened, but the threat lingered, heavy and undeniable.
"Hey! I'm here too, you know," Hera interrupted with a playful pout, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. She stepped forward, her muscles rippling beneath her armor, her enthusiasm almost tangible. "So, when the fighting starts, count me in!" Her eyes gleamed as she looked at the Harbingers.
"I actually prefer the second option—beating you all to a pulp sounds much more fun." She flexed her arms, her smile widening, eyes full of challenge.
Gorrath, the demon, frowned as he watched the two Horsemen, his curiosity piqued by their demeanor. "Are you some kind of knights or something?" he asked, his dark gaze lingering on their horses, the air of regality in their stances unmistakable.
Garrick let out a low sigh, as if disappointed in himself for the oversight. "How rude of me," he said, straightening up. "I am Garrick of the Four Horsemen, the Horseman of Conquest, under the command of Adams Albert, Sect Master of the Primordial Chaos Sect." The atmosphere around him shifted dramatically as he spoke. His aura became oppressive, the air thick with power.
The ground beneath him seemed to tremble slightly, as if recognizing the weight of his presence. His voice echoed like a commandment, sending a wave of unease through the Harbingers.
"And I am Hera," she added with a predatory grin, her energy raw and volatile, "the Horseman of War." As she introduced herself, the faint, rhythmic pounding of war drums seemed to vibrate in the air, low but unmistakable, like the distant rumbling of a coming storm. The sound grew louder as she stepped forward, and her eyes locked onto the Harbingers.
The grin never left her face, her excitement barely contained, and with each step, the feeling of impending chaos grew stronger. The Harbingers felt the chill crawl up their spines, recognizing the bloodlust in her eyes.
"Enough talk, more fighting!" Ulthra bellowed, her eyes wild with bloodlust as she launched herself at Garrick and Hera. Her massive frame thundered across the ground, fists clenched, determined to crush them both.
"Ulthra, wait!" Saryna's voice cut through the air, desperate to stop her, but it was too late. Ulthra's enormous fist was already descending on Garrick with terrifying speed.
A deafening impact shook the area, and dust exploded in all directions, clouding everyone's vision.
"That guy's gotta be flattened," Ulfang the orc snorted confidently, folding his arms. "No one survives a blow like that from Ulthra."
Meanwhile, Gorrath, the demon, took a step forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied Garrick. He had seen enough to know that brute force alone wouldn't take down this Horseman. As Ulthra struggled to her feet, Gorrath's voice was a low growl. "We need to work together. Surround him, keep him off balance."
Ulthra wiped the blood from her lip, glaring at Garrick with burning hatred. "I'm not done with you yet," she spat, charging forward once more, this time with more caution, her steps calculated.
Gorrath followed close behind, his hands wreathed in dark flames, ready to strike. As Ulthra swung her massive fists, Garrick sidestepped with ease, his movements precise, efficient. But as he dodged, Gorrath unleashed a torrent of demonic fire, the black flames roaring toward Garrick from his blind spot.
Garrick didn't flinch. His body flickered, vanishing in a blur of speed, reappearing behind Gorrath before the flames could reach him. "Predictable," Garrick muttered as he delivered a devastating kick to Gorrath's side, sending the demon hurtling across the battlefield.
Ulthra's fists came crashing down again, but Garrick caught them effortlessly, his grip like iron. With a powerful twist, he used her momentum against her, hurling the giantess into the ground once more.
Saryna growled in frustration, the shadows swirling more violently around her. "Enough playing around," she muttered, her voice thick with dark energy. Her form blurred as she vanished into the shadows, reappearing directly behind Garrick. With a sharp thrust of her hand, she aimed to impale him with a spear of pure darkness.
But Garrick was faster. He spun around, his hand catching her wrist before the spear could pierce his back. "You think you can sneak up on me?" he asked, his voice calm, almost bored.
With a flick of his wrist, he disarmed Saryna, the spear dissolving into nothingness as he flung her backward with a force that sent her skidding across the dirt.
Meanwhile, Hera and Ulfang continued their fierce duel, their weapons clashing in a deadly dance of steel. Ulfang's strikes were heavy, powerful, but Hera's speed was unmatched. She darted around him, her blade drawing shallow cuts along his arms and legs, her laughter echoing as she toyed with him.
"You're strong," she taunted, her voice gleeful, "but strength alone won't save you!" With a final, powerful strike, Hera's blade sliced through Ulfang's armor, cutting deep into his shoulder. The orc roared in pain, stumbling backward as blood poured from the wound.
Hera's grin widened, her bloodlust ignited. She raised her blade for the finishing blow, but before she could strike, a massive, dark shadow loomed over her.
It was Ulthra, bloodied but unbroken, her fists raised high, ready to bring them down on Hera with all her remaining strength.
Hera's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Perfect! Let's see how much more you've got!"
As Ulthra's fists descended, Hera dodged with a graceful twist, her blade flashing out once more. But this time, instead of aiming for Ulthra's body, Hera struck the ground at her feet. The earth shattered beneath Ulthra, sending the giantess crashing into a newly formed pit.
The battlefield erupted in chaos as Garrick and Hera stood dominant, their opponents battered and bruised. The Harbingers of Destruction regrouped, their expressions hardened but wary, knowing full well that they were up against forces far beyond what they had anticipated.