( Regus Aurelius's POV )
Satan was a mighty warrior, if he had not pushed Regus into heartbreak, the battle between the two would have been evenly matched, however, Satan who had underestimated the power of the Aurelius clan bloodline was now paying the price for his ignorance.
The speciality of the Aurelius bloodline was that, the more heightened their emotional state was, the greater their power became, and currently Regus felt a torrent of hatred, rage and grief at losing his firstborn son which was propelling him into unprecedented levels of strength.
To a normal soldier who looked at the clash between the monarchs, the world seemed to slow as Regus and Satan faced each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. But then, in an instant as they moved, they were blurs, shadows darting across the desert with inhuman speed as sand swirled like tornadoes in their wake.
Their blades met with a sound like thunder, a shockwave that rippled through the air and shattered the ground beneath them.
Cracks spread out from the point of impact, and boulders exploded into dust while mountains of sand collapsed, and the desert itself seemed to scream in protest.
Within seconds, the duo had cleared the mountains of sand initially surrounding them, and were fighting on rocky ground, as the clash between their powerful blades had swept the fine desert sand away.
While to an onlooker, the clash between the two seemed even, in reality Regus was pushing back Satan big-time.
The horn-headed sovereign felt his hands turn to lead as every time that he blocked one of Regus's attacks he felt as if his forearms were shot with a thousand needles.
Regus's face was a mask of rage, his eyes burning with an inner fire - as he recalled the gruesome way in which his son had died his fury deepened.
The power in his blood surged, responding to his emotional state, and his sword glowed brighter, humming with energy.
They clashed again, and this time the sky itself seemed to tear. Lightning flashed, and a gust of wind so powerful it could have levelled a city swept across the desert. The very fabric of reality trembled as their blades met, each strike a cataclysm, each parry a natural disaster.
The northern flank, which was where the fighting was the tamest of all battlefronts, had troops from both sides scrambling, as sandstorms so thick that one could not see the outline of their own hands started to form around them.
Satan's laughter was drowned by the roar of their battle, his previous taunts lost in the chaos.
Although he enjoyed the thrill of the battle, he felt his senses go on the edge as he could feel that a slightest slip up could cause him to lose his life.
As a sweat bead formed on his forehead, he realised just what sort of a beast he was facing, as the previous cocky grin was completely washed away, and replaced by complete focus.
This fight was a nerve-wrecking dance of two god-level beings whose power knew no bounds, now it was only a question of who made the first big move, and forced on the backfoot, it was Satan who had to go first.
[ 100,000 Bull Charge ]
Channelling his divine essence, Satan swung his axe in a wide arc as he created a blade attack that looked like a 100,000 bulls were charging at the enemy.
Regus, who was unimpressed by the attack countered with a strike of his own as he used a move similar to Satan's in theory, yet much more powerful in practical use.
[ 100,000 Direwolves Charge ]
Unleashing a sword attack that took the form of 100,000 big strong direwolves, Regus's strike met against Satan's and while the Bulls tried to plant their horns into the wolves, the wolves evaded the strike and pounced onto the neck of the Bulls with great agility as Regus's attack gained the upper hand against Satan's.
*AWOOOO*
A howling sound so strong, even the werewolves would have been impressed, covered the battlefield as after neutralising the Bulls, Regus's wolves pounced onto Satan and gave him multiple cut wounds and a large gash on his stomach causing serious damage.
-103,000,000
Satan's HP dropped big-time as he lost a good 22% of his total HP bar as a result of this attack.
After a long time, he felt the sweet sensation of pain as he swept his palms over his abdomen to cover them in blood before he began licking the blood off his fingers as if it were a delicacy.
" Finally, A WORTHY OPPONENT " Satan bellowed in joy, as he pointed the trident end of his trident - Axe towards Regus and said " Come ".
He had decided that it was time to go all out!
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( Meanwhile Max )
Max's domain posed a big challenge to every god that stepped into it.
Not only was movement itself extremely difficult within the domain, even channelling proper mana attacks felt difficult.
With about 30 god's entering his domain, and 20 choosing to fight from range outside of his domain, Max was currently facing an unprecedented number of enemies.
He was being bombarded by attack spells and sword slashes from all sides and had little to no room for movement.
However, while he could not find an opening against his opponents, his opponents could not find an opening against him either, as inside Max's domain, he could neutralise any spell of any nature that came within, unless it had void or darkness as its primary characteristic.
On the other hand, the clone was fighting dirty having activated the broken skills of
[ Constant Regeneration ]
[ Subconscious Offence ]
[ Unstoppable Assault ]
Not only was he subconsciously fighting at the peak of his abilities, he was doing so while having a bottomless pit of stamina and unlimited HP.
Just as Max had predicted at the time of choosing the skill, the three skills in synergy made one absolutely broken and that was exactly what the clone was experiencing.
If the enemy pierced his arm, he pierced their heart, if the enemy tried to attack him from three different directions, he blocked one while chopped off the heads of two others while neutralising the attacks of 10 others using elemental manipulation tricks.
In the universe there was no one who held the title of [ God Of War ], yet today the clone fought like one.
The horror on the faces of the demons as they saw the clone's wounds close up as fast as they afflicted them was unreal.
They looked like someone had stolen their very souls out of their bodies as they wondered how in the hell could such a thing be even possible.
" He's regenerating infinitely "
" WE CAN'T LOWER HIS HP BAR "
" ROVENEUS HAS LOST HIS LEFT ARM"
" Watchout for the Wind Blades! "
ραΠdαsΝοvεl ƈοm " HIT HIM ON THE NECK! DECAPITATE HIM- "
" General Faromeus IS DEAD "
" That's not a human, THAT'S A MONSTER "
The frightened calls of the demon gods were like music to the clone's ears, however, although he was fighting well, incredibly there was one god who was fighting even better.
Sebastian seemed to have grown new wings once he had gotten the Vayu-Astra as his style of battle was the most chaotic, yet the most effective.
Using his insane flight speed and agility as a result of perfect wind manipulation, Sebastian chose to fight all the demon gods chasing him in the sky above as his tactic was to pit them against each other as he made dangerous last second turns and twists mid-air that caused the horde of attackers to accidently hit each other, while he himself remained unscratched.
Whether it were long range blasts, physical attacks or elemental attacks, Sebastian redirected them all towards the demon gods themselves as he used the numbers game advantage against the demons themselves, killing over 6 god's without even lifting a finger as a result of friendly fire.
Within minutes, he had slowed the battle down to such a pace where not more than two god's dared to approach him at a time and even against them, he used his superior speed and the power of the Vayu-Astra to assert complete dominance.
While to an onlooker, Sebastian's battle style might not look the most flashy, in practicality it was a testament to his superior battle IQ that he was able to pull this off.
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