Chapter 605 First Ring of Hell: Lust (19)

Chapter 605 First Ring of Hell: Lust (19)

The basement resounded with the final clash, a crescendo of cosmic energies colliding in a climactic confrontation. Orion's Sangria Spear and Astral Angellic Blade pierced through the guard's spectral defenses, extinguishing the green flames. The second guard, now deprived of its supernatural empowerment, crumpled to the ground.

The basement fell silent, the remnants of the celestial-abyssal battle dissipating into the shadows. Orion, his celestial-abyssal guise still aglow, stood amidst the fallen guards. The green flames, once a formidable force, now flickered and vanished, leaving behind an air of spectral stillness.

Orion, with a contemplative gaze, observed the aftermath of the battle. The basement, once pulsating with supernatural energies, returned to its oppressive silence. The reanimated guards lay defeated, their imposing presence reduced to mere remnants of a celestial-abyssal struggle.

As the echoes of the battle faded, Orion took a moment to regain his composure. The celestial-abyssal forces within him pulsed with an undiminished vitality, ready for the next revelation in the labyrinthine journey through the first circle of hell, the realm of lust.

"Huff... huff... huff... no way," Orion muttered as he watched in horror as the guards were gathered together by an eerie green flame, converging into one massive monster dual-wielding two massive greatswords.

The amalgamation of guards, now transformed into a colossal spectral entity, loomed over Orion with an unsettling presence. The undulating green flames that bound them together created an otherworldly silhouette, a monstrous amalgam wielding two massive greatswords that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

As the colossal entity made its first move, Orion swiftly evaded the sweeping arcs of the dual greatswords. The sheer size of the spectral monster created shockwaves with each strike, shaking the very foundation of the basement. Orion, his celestial-abyssal agility on full display, weaved through the onslaught with unparalleled grace.

The colossal entity, fueled by the remnants of the guards' spectral energy, swung its dual greatswords with relentless determination. Orion responded with a combination of evasive maneuvers and strategic counterattacks. His Sangria Spear and Astral Angellic Blade became a whirling tempest of celestial-abyssal energy, each strike aiming to disrupt the spectral cohesion of the monstrous foe.

The basement, once silent, echoed with the symphony of celestial-abyssal clashes. Orion's every movement, a dance of survival, revealed a mastery over the supernatural forces that defined the first circle of hell. The colossal entity, a manifestation of spectral wrath, pressed forward with inexorable force.

As the colossal entity adapted, it conjured spectral duplicates of its dual greatswords. The basement became a chaotic battleground, filled with ethereal weapons that clashed against Orion's celestial-abyssal defenses. Each swing and parry, an intricate dance of cosmic forces, created a dazzling display of supernatural prowess.

Orion, undeterred by the spectral onslaught, countered with a celestial-abyssal technique. The Sangria Spear and Astral Angellic Blade resonated with potent energy, creating shockwaves that disrupted the spectral duplicates. The basement, caught in the maelstrom of celestial-abyssal power, bore witness to the clash of forces that defined the first circle of hell.

The colossal entity, now pushed to its limits, unleashed a final, desperate assault. The dual greatswords, guided by spectral rage, created a storm of ethereal strikes that seemed to transcend the physical realm. Orion, however, navigated the onslaught with supernatural finesse, his every movement a testament to the celestial-abyssal dance that unfolded.

Orion seized the moment, channeling the celestial-abyssal energies within him. The Sangria Spear and Astral Angellic Blade became conduits of cosmic power, radiating an ethereal glow that surpassed the spectral luminescence. With a surge of celestial-abyssal might, he launched a decisive combination of strikes aimed at unraveling the very fabric of the colossal entity.

The basement, now saturated with celestial-abyssal energy, witnessed the culmination of the battle. Orion's strikes, fueled by the forces of the first circle of hell, cut through the spectral defenses of the colossal entity. The green flames that bound the entity flickered and waned, its imposing form staggered and weakened by the relentless assault.

In the final moments of the celestial-abyssal clash, Orion executed a masterful technique – [Heaven Splitter]. The Sangria Spear and Astral Angellic Blade moved in perfect harmony, creating a celestial-abyssal symphony that resonated with the very essence of the first circle of hell. The colossal entity, unable to withstand the onslaught, began to unravel, its spectral form dissipating into the ambient shadows.

The basement, once a stage for the cosmic ballet, fell silent. The remnants of the colossal entity dissipated, leaving behind an air of spectral stillness. Orion, his celestial-abyssal guise still aglow, stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, the forces of lust and cosmic might now at a momentary standstill within the first circle of hell.

"Piece of shit... stay down..." Orion muttered, ready to completely eradicate the golem's body into smithereens, before feeling a strange shiver run down his spine.

"What have you come here for?" A voice bellowed out from beyond the double doors, the same glowing green light seemingly echoing the emotions of a distant voice. It was grating, irritated, annoyed, and most of all, enraged.

Orion could practically feel the rage on his skin. He could taste it in the air. He could hear it in the deep, manly voice. He could visibly see it, portrayed through the throbbing green light rising from beyond those ominous steps. Yet despite all of this, Orion couldn't help but smile.

"I've come to make a deal."n-.0velbIn