Chapter 213: B3: C3: Save The Cook 2
With Zarian incoming, the godly warrior devil known as Darth swung his giant black sword. He moved with unrivaled deftness even while forced into a tumble from the huge gravity shift.
It was evident that the many years of practice and experience guided the sword hand of the armored Darth. He acted with far better expertise than what most Master Rankers could achieve even if they had stable footing and full preparation.
The divine power Darth wielded, even while regressed, was also very evident. Wherever the sword went, the space squealed, the air split violently in a rush, sparks and embers followed in the wake.
The promise of outright destruction at the edge of the sword became less a suggestion. It became more of a veritable truth that would assert itself into reality with the backing of Hidden Hell and Darth’s divinity as a Royal Devil Lord.
Zarian took the divine destructive sword cut to his bare chest.
He died a hundred times, his body torn apart, his head diced to pieces, his existence questioned for a split second. Under the masterful swing of the warrior devil, the life energy from thousands of souls whisked away.
Yet, that was still not enough to stop the Madness Wizard, who still had the life energy stolen from tens of thousands of orc souls.
Para rapidly pulled Zarian’s many pieces back together. They burned through an unimaginable amount of life energy until their vitality kicked in, sealing the spiritual bleeding.
The Madness Wizard was still a flying pair of legs with a massacred torso and head. But he had the flesh and bones of one arm complete. He had enough muscle to push two fingers up Darth’s nose.