Belial lifted up her head and hissed. Formless ripples left her mouth and instantly, over a thousand White Lotus turned against their comrade!
The tide turned in favor of the Red Moon, and with Scar, Kirin, and Loki, the Red Moon’s advantage grew larger and larger.
“Belial!” Lamech stormed towards Belial, his eyes filled with fury and hatred. Leaving death in his wake, he seemingly became more scary than Belial at that moment.
“How pathetic.” Belial snorted, and at that moment the eyes of a Volibear beside Lamech became crimson.
Normally, Belial could not enchant these Volibears because their mental resistance was too strong but now that her men were dying in hundreds, she had the space to break through the mental barrier of one Volibear.
Just as Volibear swung its right arm, aiming to rip Lamech’s throat, Lamech grabbed his arm and flung him over 500 yards away!
Dust rose as he slammed the earth several times. He is also slamming some beasts in the process.
Seeing this, Belial squinted. “Such cruelty to your own kin.”
While watching Lamech decimate her men and close the gap between them, Belial remained calm and nonchalant.
“You have left the one whom you are supposed to protect because of your hate and anger. Unfortunately, this act benefits me massively.”
Indeed, as Belial had said, her army gained more ground.
In the chaotic valley, Merari pulled his sword out of a blood horse. He could feel a cold gaze so he turned, his eyes widening as he beheld Loki licking his beak.
“I bet you will taste better than wolf meat.” Loki chuckled.
Dread fell on Merari. He found himself struggling to lift up his sword-wielding arm. It almost felt as if his arm was tied to a boulder but it wasn’t; he could tell this was fear incited by Loki’s presence.
He watched Loki spread his massive wings and fly toward him but as his talons came down, a tigress slammed Loki.
Both beasts crashed and a fearsome brawl that raised a thick dust fog began. As Merari scrambled to leave the premises of the spreading fog, he saw the tigress fly past him and crash on the ground, bleeding heavily.
Seeing that this imperial-ranked beast had countless wounds from the eagle, Merari’s knees buckled.
With slow, deliberate steps, Loki walked out of the fog, his eyes filled with ridicule and slight anger as he gazed at the human and the tigress.
Loki ignored the wound on one of his wings and dashed toward the tigress but she was too agile.
Yet, her agility was no match for his perception. Though, he couldn’t hit her directly, he could hit where he predicted she would go.
Knowing this, Loki swung his right feet, his three claws cleanly cutting through Zillah’s doppelganger’s abdomen!
The tigress struggled but succumbed to the bleeding and Loki slammed her head to the ground but refused to remove his feet from her head.
Turning, he glanced at the human who couldn’t even stand.
“Remain there.” He spat.
“Why?”
Loki was shocked to hear the man speak. Right then, Merari rose to his feet, his eyes bloodshot.
He brandished his sword. “A knight is trained to fight and die with honor.” He revealed a bittersweet smile.
“Come… I want an honorable second death.”
He shot forward and unleashed an upward slash.
Loki snorted and waved one of his wings and a fierce gale sharp enough to slice through boulders swept past Merari.
Loki sighed. “I forgot I wanted to eat him whole. Nothing remains of him—!”
Seeing the ice that appeared out of nowhere, Loki’s eyes widened. All of a sudden, he felt the temperature drop and it kept dropping at a fast pace.
Almost instantly, white mist came out of his nostrils!
Alarmed, Loki gazed at the human who had snow-white hair squatting on top of the ice wall that defended Merari.
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His cloak had lots of holes, probably from the gale but he remained unhurt.
With eyes brighter than gold and more attractive than amber, a cold, almost furious expression, and two swords strapped to his waist, this human made an impression that marveled Loki.
Asher’s hair wasn’t as short as before. Now, it almost covered his eyes and had also reached the back of his neck.
He wasn’t in a world where a comb existed. Neither was he in his position as a lord or his hair would have been combed all backwards and that would have brought out his impressive facial structure.
His presence alone caused the beasts, foes, and allies to roar and scream as the cold was causing them pain.
Sensing the commotion caused by his presence alone, Asher shrouded his force so much that it seemed as if he had become a gold-ranked knight!
Loki’s head went backward while his eyes widened. Shock was written all over his face as he beheld this monstrosity before him.
Removing its feet from Zillah’s doppelganger, Loki faced Asher.
“I see you are Kryos’ vessel and the wielder of Ithamar.”
“I am.”
White frosty mist left Asher’s lips as he replied and rose up. His hand went to his sword.
Shing!
As the last part of Asher’s sword came out of the sheath, Loki’s claws were before him! With a burst of force, Asher leaped into the air, raining crescent sword lights on Loki.
Loki countered the sword light with his wind gale.
“Hehehe, I never thought I’d face an incarnation of the great Kryos. Digging into your flesh will satisfy my thirst for centuries!”
Loki swung his wings but Asher zigzagged his way through the gale and swung his sword downward.
It hit Loki’s scaly feet and sparks flew. Asher hissed and quickly chose to improve by throwing an upward punch.
Although the punch was thrown into the air, the jagged ice that rose up from the ground pierced through Loki’s already damaged wing, causing the eagle to scream out of anger.
It opened its mouth and spat condensed air—it had the shape of a javelin and Asher didn’t even have time to respond as he was about to cut off Loki’s wing.
Puchi!
Blood splattered on the blackened soil.