System's POV - Chapter 1493: What It Means To Be A Hero [Part 1]

Chapter 1493: What It Means To Be A Hero [Part 1]

Everyone, even the Supreme Commander of the Infernals, was taken by surprise. They hadn’t expected this sudden reversal.

The chains binding Arkael weren’t simple. Ordinary chains couldn’t possibly hold a Pseudo-God, and for some reason, he felt wary of it.

Arkael, who had just been whacked in the head, was also in disbelief. To make matters worse, the chains binding him in place wouldn’t budge, preventing him from breaking free!

“Come over here,” Thirteen sneered as he tugged on his chain, forcing Arkael to move back in his direction.

Before anyone could react, the giant staff once again smacked the side of the Pseudo-God’s face, creating a crisp sound like a thunderclap.

Arkael had never suffered such a serious injury in the past, let alone also feel totally helpless!

Thirteen was just about to hit him for a third time when he stopped mid-swing to block an arrow shot by a Pseudo-God.

The blow had pushed him away, causing him to lose his concentration, dispersing the chains he summoned.

Freed from the annoying shackles binding him, Arkael roared in anger. Blood seeped from the corner of his lips.

He was in pain, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation he had suffered. The eyes of his colleagues were all on him, yet not a single one dared to step in to stop a mere insect from pummeling him!

“I’ll kill you!” Arkael lunged at Zion, his sword slashing across the sky in fury.

The Infernals who couldn’t evade his sudden attack exploded in the sky, raining blood upon those below.

Thirteen could no longer take it easy, for the Demigods had started to make their move.

They unleashed ranged attacks in his direction, preventing him from escaping. This allowed Arkael to close the distance, and he brought his massive sword down with great force.

The teenage boy had no choice but to block. He was sent crashing to the ground, creating a giant crater.

Arkael roared as he stomped his foot down to finish off the bastard who dared hurt him. However, a streak of lightning flew past him and grabbed Thirteen just before the giant foot came crashing down.

A powerful shockwave expanding for a few miles blew away everything within its immediate vicinity. Fortunately, Cranky had been fast enough to drag Thirteen to safety before he got flattened into meat paste.

“Are you alright?” Cranky asked.

“Yes,” Thirteen replied before wiping the blood on his lips with the back of his hand. “It doesn’t even hurt.”

Cranky smiled wryly at his friend’s words because the teenage boy “looked” hurt.

But Thirteen didn’t lie. His sense of touch was non-existent, so instead of feeling great pain, he felt nothing.

Even so, his body did take significant damage, making his movements stiff.

Thirteen took out a few bottles of healing potion from his dimensional storage and gulped them down. He did all this while Cranky evaded the concentrated attacks coming from Arkael and the Demigods.

Just as Cranky thought they were finally safe, he felt something swat him from the sky.

The sound of cracking bones reached his ears, but he had no time to think about the pain. They were almost on the ground. Using everything he had, the Celestial used his body to protect the teenage boy in his arms before crashing to the ground.

This was the strongest blow Cranky had received in his life. A single attack from a Pseudo-God had reduced him to this state.

“You’re quite tough, huh?” Hovering in the sky, a Pseudo-God with moth wings giggled. “My attack had enough force to turn you into meat paste. I’m surprised you’re still alive with only some broken bones.”

Thirteen didn’t have time to worry about Cranky. As soon as he regained his composure, he flew away to fight against his enemies.

The Pseudo-Gods were targeting him. To keep Cranky safe, he could only get as far away from him as possible!

Arkael’s gigantic sword once again swept across the heavens, slicing everything in its path as it made its way to Thirteen.

At that moment, a pair of invisible hands grabbed hold of the teenage boy, dragging him away from Arkael’s devastating attack.

The sword missed its target, but it left a long, gigantic fissure on the ground, reshaping the topography of the battlefield!

“Camazotz?” Thirteen asked.

“That’s right,” Camazotz replied. “Time for you to use your trump card, Thirteen. We won’t win like this.”

The Death Bat was using the divine artifacts that Metatron had left him to turn invisible, waiting for the right time to come to his friend’s rescue.

It was always Thirteen who had been rescuing him, so for once, the Death Bat wanted to repay the favor.

“You fool. You’re going to die if you keep this up,” Thirteen said. “Let me go.”

“Can’t you let me act like a Hero for once?” Camazotz complained. “This is supposed to be my coolest scene. Just shut up and allow yourself to be resc—ackk!”

The Death Bat slammed into an invisible wall, catching him completely by surprise.

“You’re not the only one who can make things invisible,” the Moth Lady Pseudo-God said in a teasing tone. “Time to die, little bat!”

Countless spores rained down on Camazotz. Thirteen had still not recovered enough strength to block the attack, so he urged the Death Bat to escape.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Camazotz said as his invisibility disappeared. “This is my time to shine!”

Wielding the Gauntlets of Hercules, he unleashed high-speed punches at the countless pores that had now approached them.

“Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora!”

“Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora!”

“Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora!”

Powerful explosions erupted from his gauntlets as it made contact with the purple spores that exploded upon contact.

Wounds started to burst out from Camazotz’s body as he endured the explosions that should have been enough to kill him.

But the divine artifact in his possession had answered the Death Bat’s call, giving him the strength to persevere.

When the explosions finally ended, Thirteen looked at the Death Bat, whose wings had been torn apart from shielding him.

The Death Bat was also missing an arm, and his entire body was littered with wounds.

A dark shadow covered the sky as Arkael’s sword made its way in their direction.

Camazotz smiled fearlessly and used his last remaining hand to grab Thirteen’s collar, pulling him close to him.

“This is where I make my Hero’s exit.” Camazotz smirked. “I’ll leave the rest to you.”

He then threw Thirteen as far as he could, using all the strength he could muster.

The teenage boy could only watch as the giant sword sliced down on the spot where Camazotz stood, creating an explosion that made Thirteen cry out the name of the Death Bat, whom he had also considered as his friend.