Chapter 270: Depravita vs God (IV)
Terror and fear washed over Goddess Lucia’s face as he saw the golden blood pouring from his wounds. Despite all his bravado and arrogance, at his core, he was a coward devoid of courage or honor. The first thought that crossed his mind was to flee, to escape the terrifying prospect of death.
However, even in his panic, Goddess Lucia was shrewd enough to realize that abandoning the soldiers of the Azarin Empire would have catastrophic consequences for his power. A god without faith was no different from a merchant without wealth—he would wither away, losing all his strength and influence.
"I am the light that will save this world! You are nothing but a twisted monkey who doesn’t know his place!" Desperation twisted his features as he shouted in rage. His voice was a mix of fury and fear as he launched a frenzied assault on Vlad, swinging wildly with his golden fists.
"Hmph, pathetic," Vlad sneered, calculatingly meeting the onslaught. Goddess Lucia was undeniably fast and strong, but his lack of martial skill was glaring. His attacks were clumsy, driven by fear rather than technique, and Vlad could easily read his movements, finding openings in his frantic strikes.
The battle in the sky was a spectacle of overwhelming power, each clash between the two sending shockwaves through the capital. Explosions of lightning and fire lit up the heavens, the force of their battle making the entire city tremble.
Below, the soldiers of both armies looked up, awe and shock in their eyes. Those of the Azarin Empire couldn’t help but feel confused and shaken as they witnessed their goddess’s strange and frankly embarrassing battle style, while the soldiers of the Xaos Kingdom wore broad smiles full of thrill and battle fervor.
Just like in the sky, the fight intensified on the ground. The warriors of the Xaos Kingdom, inspired by their leader’s display of strength, fought with overwhelming vigor and determination.
"Fight for our King!" Grand Marshal Anglius led the charge with overwhelming might, catalyzing the willpower and determination in the hearts of his soldiers. Together, they pierced through the formations of the Azarin Empire, driving deep into the heart of the capital.
A grand smile spread across Grand Marshal Anglius’s face as he finally embarked on the core mission of the Golden Wave. With decisive authority, he issued orders to the battalion commanders and squad leaders, directing them to move swiftly through the capital, heading toward the most populated areas filled with civilians.