Kopas no longer used a staff, he had learned to cast powerful spells without its aid, and everyone with him was also capable of such feats. He slapped both of his palms together and rotated his Spirit Matrix, rapidly linking eighty-four Engraving Slots to form the most popular Rank 3 ice-based attack spell—Frozen Spear.
Months of battle had given the rest of his companions a firm grasp over tactics and cooperation. They all attacked at the same time even without any prompting from each other. The Imps held back, they were creatures of opportunity, and they would attack when any opening was given.
The attacks were excessive, but this did not stop everyone here from giving it their all, Dominators were a tricky bunch, with some of them having earth-shattering bloodline abilities.
Dozens of icy spears rained down on the body of the two Dominators pinning them to the ground and tearing away parts of their limbs. The combined assaults caused the Frozen Spears to implode, further tearing apart the bodies into gory bits and pieces.
An Icy fog encircled the ground, and Kopas waved his hand to dismiss the fog, and cheers went around as they saw the result of their attack, finally the long hunt was done, and a sizable amount of points would be rewarded to all of them.
These Dominators must be geniuses from their families, for they were more powerful beyond their rank. One of them had insane defensive capabilities and the other was a deadly sniper, the battle awareness these two displayed over the course of weeks was mind-numbing, and Kopas still found it hard to believe that they would choose to give up after all this time of furious resistance.
The Imps shrieked in happiness and dived down to feast on the flesh of the Dominators, and before long the cracking of bones was heard alongside the slobbering sounds from the Imps.
Kopas turned away, ready to return to the camp, as the battlefield had become especially dangerous during this period.
He was in no mood to watch the stomach-turning display of the Imp eating their meals, although the other Mages here seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, many of them had lost loved ones and friends to those two during the hunt.
Suddenly the joyous cries from the feasting imps ceased.
Kopas immediately felt a chill inside his heart, and not doubting his instinct, he fled. He did not turn, or shout any warnings to his team, He channeled all his Aether to link ninety-four slots in his Spirit Matrix and activated the peak Rank 3 Spell—Ice Gust, and his legs were surrounded with a large explosion of ice and wind propelling him for thousands of feet in an instant while constantly accelerating.
He fled for three hundred miles before coming to the ground, as any more flashy movements like that would risk his death from enemy combatants and even friendly fire, only the truly powerful ruled the skies of the battlefield.
Turning around he gasped as he saw he was alone. The five Mages with him were gone. Kopas swallowed, he had seen many strange sights on the battlefield and he would chalk this one as one of them, and he was lucky to survive whatever just happened.
He turned and he was stopped by a single massive eye that was looking at him with a bit of curiosity. He looked up to see a golden giant, standing more than eleven feet tall.
The giant was wrapped in seamless golden armor from head to toe with arcane Scripts engraved on it that felt very ancient. The single large eye on its chest blinked and Kopas’s mouth opened in a scream but nothing escaped as he felt an intrusive force inside his chest.
He looked down to see a massive golden hand had been shoved through his back and out his front, the golden hand gently opened and he could see his beating heart, which slowly stopped thumping.
He could only see from the corner of his vision that another similar giant had appeared behind him. It was this giant that took his heart. The horror he was feeling reached his zenith, this was like nothing he had ever seen before, and the closest description he could draw was of those mysterious atrocities that prowled outside the material universe.
His oncoming scream was cut short when a gigantic hand seized his head and pulled it from his body, as easily as pulling out grass from the ground.
Nezrakim kept the head inside his Storage Space, throughout their time in battle they had been gathering the bodies of Mages and Demons, these were all needed for experiments by the Lady of Shadows.
Nodding to Dora, flaming wings sprouted from their shoulders that were more than fifty feet from one end to the other, Nezrakim faced North-East, While Dora faced South-West.
With a wave of their wings, their entire feather was dispersed. Millions of flaming feathers shot into the skies and began to spread around for thousands of miles.
This was the Astral Projection ability of the Angel, with both of them working in tandem, they could cover thousands of miles and everything inside that range would be revealed to their senses.
The moment they assumed their true form, they were already on a timer. There were countless rumors abound on the battlefield about a strange race of aliens infiltrating their numbers. It would not be long for the anomaly that their presence represented to be detected.
Dora soon detected two Weapon Spirits, one was floating around on the battlefield while the other was captured. It was Nezrakim who detected their primary goal, and the two rushed in opposite directions.
Nezrakim was the first to make contact with Maeve. This individual was holding a great ax forged from the bones of demons and was in a small unit besieging three Rank 2 Mages
Nezrakim swooped down and held her by the waist before shooting into the skies. His arrival turned everything around him to ash for miles.
He dismissively caught the ax that Maeve sent towards his neck with a wicked swipe that nearly dislocated her shoulders.
She screamed, attempting to claw at his armored hand while bending down to bite at his hand, and Nezrakim laughed in appreciation of her bravery and ferocity, “Your Master sent me Maeve.”