Chapter 937: The Red King vs Dark Sky (VII)
'Now or never!' Horus's eyes blazed with an unyielding determination, his every muscle straining with the power of his vitality as he fought to contain the horrific wounds on his stomach. With a flash of movement, he hurled himself into the heart of the battle.
The Red King's eyes narrowed with calculated anticipation as he observed Horus's movement. He welcomed the alien's entry into the fight, knowing it would provide an opportunity to eliminate him. But he was not fooled by Horus's seemingly desperate attack. They were, after all, above the terrain where Lovecraft City lay concealed.
'Let's eliminate him first.' If there was one alien that needed to be eradicated, it was Horus. But just as that thought crossed the Red King's mind, he saw all the Grand Humanoids and Humanoids of Dark Sky that were still alive regroup and march directly toward him with a determination that bordered on the suicidal.
The aliens' march left them full of openings, but it also carried such devastating pressure that the Red King would have a hard time enduring it. Immediately, the Red King's eyes burst with brutality as his energy exploded, gathering in his spear as he clashed directly with over a dozen aliens marching toward him.
"Wrath of the Nine Hells!" A powerful flaming energy beam emerged from the Spear of Doom as the Red King drove the weapon forward.
The Grand Humanoids and Humanoids of Dark Sky immediately executed evasive maneuvers, doing their best to dodge the energy beams. Still, two of them were too slow and were struck point-blank. The power of the Wrath of the Nine Hells was so immense that their entire bodies were incinerated to ash, leaving nothing behind to trigger an explosion.
Undeterred by the horrific deaths of their comrades, the remaining Grand Humanoids and Humanoids of Dark Sky surged forward. Their attacks were a synchronized onslaught, relentless and unyielding. Blades, claws, and sonic blasts filled the air, each aimed to overwhelm the Red King.
They resembled a pack of hungry wolves as they lunged toward the Red King, yet he showed not the slightest sense of worry. The golden light of The Flow coursed through his eyes as he tightened his grip on the Spear of Doom, his movements fluid and precise, effortlessly weaving through the onslaught.
"BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
A massive explosion rocked the sky as the Red King dodged several blows and struck with his spear, dispatching three of the aliens with a level of martial skill and power that defied logic. He was ready to take care of the others when a figure that had managed to hide from his sight appeared before him.