Thirteen’s body was covered in blood, and bruises, as he forced himself to stand up.
He no longer had the strength to run, but he no longer had any intention of running.
Anwir and Percival, who were right beside him, both took fighting stances.
Both of them understood that turning their back against such an enemy was no longer an option.
Despite knowing that the chances of them winning against Arundel in a frontal confrontation was zero, they still stood their ground.
Why?
Because a seven-year-old boy was standing in front of them, who had every intention to fight till his last breath.
“Brother, Taiga, give me some time.” Thirteen said as he wiped the blood from his forehead and started to write Rune Symbols on his arms.
“Okay,” Anwir replied.
He didn’t even bother to ask how long he should hold back the Majin Prince for because delaying Arundel for more than a minute was already a monumental task.
However, since his Sworn Brother had asked him to give him time, he would buy him as much time as he could, even if it was just for a few seconds.
Percival walked past Thirteen as he prepared himself to fight to the death.
He wasn’t delusional enough to think that he would survive against Arundel for more than a few seconds, but since his Brother was going to fight, he would not allow himself to cower behind him.
Within the blazing inferno, a four-meter-tall silhouette appeared.
“No longer planning to run away?” Arundel asked in a teasing tone. “Good. It’s time to put an end to this farce.”
Thirteen, who was busy writing symbols on his left and right arms, didn’t even bother to look at the Majin Prince, who didn’t even have a scratch on his body, despite walking through such a hellish landscape.
“Brother, there is something I want to say before we fight that thing,” Percival said. “I hate you.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Anwir replied with sarcasm.
“Although I hate you, it won’t change the fact that you’ve been a good brother for the past few years,” Percival stated. “Although it annoys me that you will accompany me to the afterlife, at least my journey will not be lonely.”
“Yeah,” Anwir smirked. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
The two Tigerkins then unleashed the full power of their Emperor’s Might at the same time, creating a powerful gust of wind that was expanding outwards.
Black and golden flames rose up from their bodies, making the two of them stand out amidst the darkness around them.
Behind them, a seven-year-old summoned countless cores around him, as he also readied himself to fight.
“Those who look down on my people,” Thirteen said as the cores around him glowed faintly, merging with the runic symbols on his body.
“Those who step on their dreams…”
The runic symbols on his arms started to shine in a golden light as they absorbed the powers of the cores around him.
“Those who think that they can brush off my people with impunity…”
“Will face the wrath of me, Thirteen!”
Thirteen roared and, one by one, the steel posts that he planted around the battlefield, radiated with power, creating a gigantic magical formation, with him, Anwir, Percival, and Arundel at its center.
The flag, which he had planted in the center of the formation, fluttered a few meters behind him.
He had reached the end of his goal, and now, it was his turn to make Arundel understand that even the weak had their own ways of fighting.
Perhaps sensing that something was about to happen, Arundel no longer hesitated and charged forward with his entire body covered in blazing flames.
A single drop of blood fell on the ground beside Thirteen’s feet, as the magic circle completed its formation.
“Ten Thousand Shackles of Annihilation!” Thirteen said in a cold voice that reverberated across the entire battlefield.
Suddenly, countless shackles of different colors bound Arundel’s Body, preventing him from moving.
Thirteen knew that there was still a chance that the Majin Prince would be able to escape the formation he had created, so he decided to chain Arundel using his blood as a medium to summon the Ten Thousand Shackles of Annihilation.
This was part of the formation that he had created as insurance, just in case Arundel proved to be more powerful than he imagined.
But now, he no longer cared.
He would not hesitate to burn his life force just to make sure that his hated enemy would not leave this place alive.
“Vassago!” Thirteen shouted with all of his might. “Poca!”
High above the clouds, two shrieks answered his call.
The bodies of the two Pocopocos shone brightly like beacons in the night.
Both of them descended down from the heavens, creating a giant line, heading towards the ground.
Miles away from their location, Cristopher saw the signal from afar using his telescope.
“Move the Ballista to the right side!” Cristopher ordered.
Brutus, Bruno, and Jubei heeded his order, and moved the Ballista to point in the direction where the silvery light was pointing.
This was the signal that Thirteen had told him, and once he saw this, he would deliver the one thing that could threaten the Majin Prince’s life.
Pulling a lever, the runic symbols that Thirteen had placed on the Grand Ballista came to life.
“End Bringer!” Cristopher shouted. “Launching!”
The Golden Bolt, which was made from the Gold of the Valbarra Archipelago, shot into the air like a railgun, traveling at the speed of sound.
It left a trail of golden light, making all the Wanderers and the Warriors of all the races who had survived on the battlefield, look at this marvelous sight.
Arundel sensed something approaching him at great speeds, which made him feel that death was just a step away from him.
Using all the strength in his body, he raised his right arm and roared in anger and desperation.
“Disintegrate!”
At that exact moment, Arundel’s hand connected with the Golden Bolt, which Thirteen had named End Bringer.
But, before Thirteen’s ultimate attack could even damage the Majin Prince’s body, the Golden Bolt disintegrated, making Anwir’s and Percival’s eyes widen in shock.
They didn’t expect that Arundel had his own Trump Card, which could instantly turn anything he touched into nothingness, regardless of its form.
Although the two Tigerkins, and those who were watching the battle were surprised, there was one person who was not surprised by this outcome.
A sneer appeared on Thirteen’s bloody face as he looked at the Majin Prince, who had done exactly what he wanted him to do.
While the Golden Bolt had indeed been turned to nothingness, there was one thing that Arundel had failed to disintegrate and that was none other than the medallion that was now in the Majin Prince’s hand.
Thirteen had placed Arthas’ Medallion inside the End Bringer when it was being made. Because of this, the Majin Prince didn’t detect its presence, making him unable to know what was going to happen next.
The seven-year-old was only allowed to use one High Level Runic Symbol by Laplace Demon, and the One.
So, he placed this symbol on the one thing that would make the Majin Prince regret that he was ever born.
And that was none other than the Beacon of Light, whose blinding radiance shot towards the heavens.
The Medallion was an artifact given to Arthas’ ancestor by a Fiend.
This Fiend was not the Sea Serpent, Forneus, but another Fiend, whose greed for gold and wealth surpassed the greed of all the Fiends’ and Celestials’ combined.
The Dark Clouds that hovered above the center of the formation that covered the battlefield, slowly parted.
And from it, a giant golden head that resembled the face of the smiling Buddha appeared.
The moment Arundel saw this face, his entire body shuddered in fright, paralyzing him completely.
A few seconds later, the smiling Golden Buddha slowly opened his eyes.
The moment his gaze landed on Arundel’s body, its peaceful expression suddenly changed that to malevolent anger, making it look like a hideous demon who would destroy everything in existence.
No one in the Valbarra Archipelago had seen such a horrifying scene, but there was one person on the battlefield, whose gaze burned brightly with the light of vengeance.
With a loud roar, a Giant Golden Fist descended from the sky smashing the arrogant Majin Prince, who thought that he was invincible mere moments ago.
At the same time, across the Valbarra Archipelago, all the Wanderers, who were still alive and had been hiding in the Houdini Desert, the Barbarian Kingdom, and the Sumatran Kingdom, suddenly received a notification.
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< Congratulations! Your Mission, Lighting The Beacon of Hope is Completed! >
< Rewards will be awarded to you depending on your contribution! >
< Would you like to return to Pangea? >
< Yes / No >
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All the Wanderers rejoiced, and hugged each other after seeing such a scene.
Right in front of them, they saw a ten-minute-countdown, giving them some time to decide if they wish to leave this hellish world once and for all.
Some of the Wanderers didn’t hesitate, and they turned into beams of light that shot towards the heavens like shooting stars.
Rianna’s hunting party hugged each other, as they, too, chose to return to Pangea, so that they could see their families once again.
But, there were some who decided to stay and watch everything until the very last second.
Cristopher, Rianna, Colbert, Harry, Rufus, Eren, and Jeane planned to stay behind for as long as they could.
Even if they pressed the No option, they would still be forced to teleport away from the battlefield after the countdown ended because they had finally accomplished their mission.
Another golden fist descended from the sky, and smashed against Arundel, pinning him to the ground.
Thirteen raised his head to look at the Angry Fiend, whom he had summoned to the Valbarra Archipelago, using his High- freёwebnovel.com
Level Runic Symbol.
He was none other than the Fiend of greed, wealth, and money, Mammon, who was very angry because Arundel had destroyed the gold that rightfully belonged to him.
Amidst the Majin Prince’s painful screams and pleas for forgiveness, a pained sob silently echoed in the surroundings.
Thirteen, who had lost many important companions in this battle, cried bitterly, as one of the Fiends, Mammon, descended fully onto the battlefield, to make sure that whoever owed him, would pay the price for their insolence.
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End of Volume 1: The Beacon of Hope