Chapter 92: The battle of the bull III
Despite the king's years of experience fighting against beast and monsters alike, it had been a while since he left the confines of his palace after the descent of his madness.
Having lost all motivation to do anything and better himself, Ceremus had forgotten one critical thing about calamity and destruction level creatures. Regeneration.
It was an ability that only the most dangerous of beings contained. And it made fighting such monsters near impossible. No matter how much damage you inflicted on such a creature, it would mean nothing, since they could heal themselves and only get stronger from there. Therefore, only the gods, not mortals, could destroy such beings. Sometimes demi-gods or those blessed with the power of a god or goddess could accomplish such feats—someone like Orieles, for example, who could defeat the toughest of being all on his own.
The defeat of the fierce Nemean Lion, which he completed by wrestling the beast with his bare hands, the battle he faced against the Hydra—a beast so formidable and near impossible to defeat because of its regenerative abilities, but he did the impossible. He repeatedly showed that wit and strength could win any battle.
But no matter how skilled of a warrior you might be, you were but a speck of dust in the face of such a formidable creature. And as Ceremus watched the bull charge before them, he couldn't help but wonder how they even found themselves in such a situation.
Ceremus spat blood onto the scorched earth, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword until his knuckles burned white. What kind of a god is petty enough to seek vengeance out on a man who wasn't even aware that they were killing his off-spring?
He wanted nothing more than to curse out to the heavens, drag that cowardly god who couldn't even bother fighting his own battles and send a bull in his stead and beat some sense into him.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't get such a chance if he died here. Casting a look at Hael, who was already staring at the king, he gave him one order. "Destroy that cow."
And just as he finished saying those words, the bull attacked. The aegis caught the first strike, but the force was tremendous—unlike anything Hael had ever experienced. He gritted his teeth and put pressure on his legs, fully prepared to be pushed back.