Chapter 135 Standing against a god

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Dakrasuer watched Jolthar, his glowing eyes burning with an almost childlike curiosity. "He will become a doom that even you all humans won't be able to stop." Jolthar didn't understand what he was saying, but he must really know Qalena and the power of ascendant, what it meant. His words made me think about the power he wielded. But he didn't show it on his face. He forced himself to stand, his legs shaky but steadying as he gripped Horgath tightly once more. The Chaosword hummed in response, chaos aura intertwining with the faint remnants of dark energies of Voidwrath power still lingering in Jolthar's veins. Dakrasuer's grin widened. "Ah, so it does. I see it in your expression. She marked you, didn't she?" He straightened to his full height, towering over Jolthar like a mountain casting its shadow over a lone tree. "I must admit, you intrigue me, mortal. You carry a spark of something ancient, something divine. Yet here you are, a mere pawn in this pitiful little squabble." Jolthar's grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles turning white. He raised his head to meet Dakrasuer's gaze, defiance burning in his eyes. "I am no pawn," he spat, his voice hoarse but resolute. "And I don't care who or what you are. If you stand in my way, I'll cut you down." The god's laughter boomed across the battlefield, shaking the earth beneath their feet. "Such boldness!" he exclaimed. "But boldness without strength is folly. And I am going to smash you into pulp and take you to her." Without warning, Dakrasuer lunged, his massive hand reaching for Jolthar once more. But this time, Jolthar was ready. Summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, he infused Horgath with the voidwrath energy coursing through him. The blade glowed with the chaos aura, a volatile light, as he swung it upward in a wide arc. The clash of their forces sent a shockwave rippling through the air. Horgath's chaos-infused edge met Dakrasuer's divine aura, creating a blinding burst of energy that momentarily obscured the battlefield. When the light faded, Jolthar stood his ground, his sword still raised, while Dakrasuer took a single step back, his expression one of mild surprise. "A scratch," Dakrasuer muttered, glancing at the faint line on his forearm where Horgath had struck. "Impressive. Very few have ever managed to leave even the slightest mark on me." Voidwrath, in its own right, was a very powerful energy and belonged to a goddess, and it was being mixed with the chaos aura; the result of their combination was destructive and explosive. But it was nowhere near enough to harm a god. Jolthar didn't respond. His breathing was laboured, his body screaming in protest from the exertion. But he refused to back down. He raised Horgath again, the blade trembling slightly in his grasp. The god's aura was all suppressing him, solely focused on him to crush him. He spat a handful of blood on the ground; unable to hold his ground, he stood with the help of his sword, leaning against Horgath. Time was running out for Dakrasuer; they must have noticed already, he thought. Despite his determination, Jolthar could feel his strength waning. His vision blurred, his limbs felt heavy, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. But he refused to stop. Dakrasuer, however, remained unyielding. With a single wave of his hand, he sent Jolthar sprawling to the ground. The Chaosword slipped from his grasp, embedding itself in the dirt several feet away. "This is the end." When he sent another wave of energy outburst aimed at Jolthar, Caelum stepped in, swinging his sword, performing the infernal radiance. The energy beam was cut into two and struck the ground beside them; a loud quake occurred, making everyone stumble and lose their balance. Caelum stood protectively in front of Jolthar, ready to face Dakrasuer head-on. Even he could feel the tremors in his sword as he cut the energy. Segarus was surprised to see Caelum was able to cut the attack of a god, not a deity but a god. Just how powerful was he? Caelum was just a step away from becoming a deity himself, and his aura was almost equal to that of the deity now itself. And Dakrasuer's power was limited because he was present in the human realm. Caelum looked at the being before him with an apprehensive look. But he didn't falter; he wouldn't let his nephew be killed right in front of him. Your journey continues at empire Johamma stood beside him, protecting Jolthar, who was coughing blood; he was in a worse state. The internal energy clash of chaos aura and voidwrath was intense, but he was trying to suppress it. They were both destructive and unpredictable forces, threatening to tear apart everything in their path. Just when Dakrasuer was about to attack them, he felt a presence, and he immediately stopped in his tracks. A golden light shot towards Dakrasuer and wrapped around him, imprisoning him. Nobody or no being was revealed, but in the next instant, Dakrasuer was dragged back into the heavens. "Damn you!! Let me out. What was that bitch thinking, making him the ascendant? AHH!!!" Dakrasuer struggled against the bindings of the golden chains wrapped around him, and he was dragged into the golden light, he looked back towards Jolthar, who was in a worse state. He laughed out loud, "At least that brat will be killed." His laugh echoed in the clouds after he disappeared, and the golden light too faded into the night clouds. His oppressive divine aura disappeared from the grounds, and everybody could breathe again, they just stood in stunned silence, unable to believe what just happened. It felt like a dream, far from the reality they knew. The only evidence of the encounter was Jolthar lying on the ground.

Chapter 135 Standing against a god

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