Will of chaos - Chapter 1913: Cap 1909: What’s happening!!?

Chapter 1913: Cap 1909: What’s happening!!?

Pov Ayden:

Finally, this thing was dead. Part of my armor was destroyed, my arm was broken, and my body was a bit exhausted. This Colossus’ biggest problem wasn’t its destructive power—its defense was problematic, and that was all—but its regeneration capacity was absurd, to the point where damage never accumulated.

With such a massive body, it was impossible for me to inflict enough damage to finish it off in a single blow. I tried many different things to defeat it.

I tried piercing its brain through its eyes, which didn’t work, as expected of a creature from Hell. Its physical body was only a shell, which only proved even more true when I destroyed its heart. Even then, all of this was futile.

Even after all the work it took to sever its head, it was also futile. A new head grew in its place, which made me realize there must be a core connecting this massive body to its Soul. If the brain and heart aren’t fulfilling that function, then there must be a core somewhere in its body.

The problem was not knowing the size, shape, and location of this core, but most likely it was concentrating the Concept of Hell. I just needed to look for it, and as soon as I could see it, I would know immediately.

I had to cut its large body apart, part by part. This took a lot of time and effort. My subordinates tired long before me, but they continued to support me until the end.

Now I was holding the core split in two in my hands. It was an egg, but not a real egg, more like some kind of seal. I didn’t understand how it worked, but I knew that this entire event so far had been a waste of time, a way to exhaust and tire me.

The focal point of this event was the elimination of a creature with a specific Stigma. The three strongest summoned creatures had already been defeated, even the Infernal Envoy had been defeated. Many of the Infernal Creatures had also been killed, but the event hadn’t stopped, so the chances of the creature with the Stigma not having been summoned yet were high.

“A leader must know when to retreat…” (me)

“(Don’t leave, stay and watch.)” (War)

“…” (me)

“Sir, should I just watch?” (me)

“My men no longer have the capacity to fight, even if I can continue the fight, I’m far from my peak.” (me)

“Fighting now is difficult for us, especially with the current Avatar of Hatred around.” (me)

“(You no longer need to intervene in what’s about to happen, but you must witness everything.)” (War)

War seemed solemn, as if he didn’t even know what to expect. Of all the Entities, he’s the most direct, his words always simple while hiding meticulous calculations that sometimes even I struggle to comprehend.

“What am I waiting for?” (me)

“(An answer…)” (War)

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Pov Ronan:

I didn’t expect this. Each blow feels light, but these marks are corroding my body as well as trying to influence my emotions.

“(It reminds me of the training I did as a child, but at a ridiculously higher level of difficulty.)” (me)

“Child of Ohara, it seems he can’t fight anymore!” (Hatred)

“(I didn’t expect him to call upon his Entity so quickly!)” (me)

I was apprehensive. Hatred is usually deadly, to say the least. It was among the top 5 Entities not to be messed with. If it weren’t for this Origin Artifact containing the power of the Concept of Lies, I might already be dead if I was lucky.

“Hate, why fight us?” (me)

“I don’t care about you or your Mother, child! You’re not important to me!” (Hate)

“But I won’t allow this farce to continue!” (Hate)

“They thought no one would offer! Pride still thinking itself superior!!!” (Hate)

The Entity itself seemed enraged; this isn’t normal; its loss of control goes beyond anything I’ve ever read about before.

Entities have personalities so well defined by their Concepts that it’s unclear today whether their personalities shaped the meaning of their Concepts as they are today or if the Concepts shaped their personalities as they are today.

Regardless of what it is, Hatred seems rushed; he simply invaded His Avatar’s body without any warning or preparation. It was clear something else was happening that I didn’t understand.

“(I need to hold him here, long enough for him to abandon his Avatar’s body or at least for everything to be resolved with this Event.)” (me)

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Pov Lolth:

I didn’t want to face the Anomalous Creatures alone, so I went to the ship to wait for their arrival within range of Igor’s powers.

It took me only a few tens of seconds to see them approaching, that flaming bird flying in front of the group despite being the smallest in size.

I watch them approach, my staff firmly in my hands as I store my power, ready to attack as soon as they get close enough.

“[The Bird’s name is Phoenix… be careful with it.]” (Igor)

Igor didn’t leave the ship, but activated his other weapons and magic, ready to attack when the enemies arrived; all of them were strong against Origin Creatures and Anomalous Creatures.

They clearly have the ability to converse, but they don’t. Instead, they launch a devastating attack that descends upon us.

“< Anomalous Flame Magic: Phoenix’s Fury >” (Phoenix)

“< Nature Origin Magic: Grassland Breeze >” (me)

The Phoenix flapped its wings forward, releasing endless streams of blue flames. The space burned wherever these flames passed, the Demonic power melted, and even my Aura was affected. These flames seemed to contain something close to a Concept.

I, on the other hand, simply swung the tip of my staff forward, where ethereal tree branches stretched out, their large, wide leaves at the tips resembling a fan, waving toward the blue flames.

The breeze did nothing to the space, merely flowing invisibly as a pressure built wherever it passed.

A tense natural energy, invisible to the eye, sweeps calmly and yet unstoppably. The breeze stopped the flames from advancing and even pushed them back, but it too was soon incinerated as the Phoenix flapped its wings several more times, creating more streams of flame like waves in an ocean.

After burning away the breeze that was holding back the flames, the fire parts in several sections like a curtain, allowing the monsters to advance through the flames to safety.

“< Origin Summon: Tree of Rebirth >” (me)

A magic circle forms as the Concept pulses through me, roots spreading through the space as a tree rises from the space as if rising from a swamp, its majestic branches full of flowing flowers and verdant leaves emanating infinite vitality.

“< Anomalous Illusion: Nightmares >” (???)

Suddenly, my vision begins to blur, the enemies’ positions shift, and new enemies appear before my eyes. Some other enemy must have used their technique.

I just smiled, my senses meaningless, none of them could stop my attacks. Waving my hands, the Tree of Rebirth moved its roots like whips, capturing the enemies, bringing them back to life. Green leaves fell like a torrential rain, cutting their bodies with wounds that could not be healed. The flowers lit up on the tree as the blood of enemies was endlessly sucked from their wounds, and those without blood had their essence taken away.

I felt several attacks coming at me, but they were all stopped by the Tree’s roots. Any attack against the tree was also useless, as this tree could not be easily killed, and if it were, it would only be reborn even stronger, more resistant to whatever killed it.

I had prepared this because of the Phoenix, but strangely, there were no more fire attacks like those initially. This was strange, and I tried to locate the Phoenix when Igor’s voice sounded beside me.

“It’s not here anymore. The ship was half destroyed by the flames, but the Phoenix didn’t come after me.” (Igor)

“Where did it go?” (Me)

“Towards Zenos, but I warned Sarazar, he’s going to interrupt the Phoenix, we need to take care of these enemies for now.” (Igor)

“< Activate >” (Igor)

I see Igor sink an ancient dagger with a white rune, then throw it forward, where the dagger transforms into a white cat that runs at absurd speed, emanating an intense white light that burns all the illusions until nothing remains, revealing once again all the surrounding enemies fighting the Tree.

Igor and his subordinates were beside me; some of them had serious burn injuries, and the ship was half-destroyed a little further back.

The illusions were intended to escape my detection, but while I thought it was a means of attack, it was actually a way to get around me without being noticed.

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Pov Zenos:

I was floating, exhausted, and returning to my small form. Davoth was beside me. His Demonic Creature was nowhere to be seen, and he was in better shape than I was.

“What was that?” (Davoth)

“I don’t know… but I’ll find out.” (Me)

While supported by him, I pulled out a large bottle containing over 100 tons of blood, blood highly refined by Alice, containing sacred power as well as traces of Chaos power.

I poured this bottle into my mouth, where strong suction dried it in seconds. Even then, I wouldn’t be well for the next few hours. My body was riddled with wounds from the various battles, and my energy would take longer to repair.

Sigh

“It’s over…” (me)

I was tired, but I still looked around. I saw Sarazar fighting that Phoenix. It seemed he was getting the upper hand. The ship was destroyed, while Lolth and Igor’s group were near a huge tree fighting the Anomalous Creatures. Only Ronan was still inside the mist.

I mistakenly thought it was over, but that was a mistake. I raised another flag, which soon appeared. Looking into the distance where the large body of that Colossus lay motionless, I suddenly felt an Infernal Aura flowing from that body, heading straight for the center of this space where that sword-shaped ritual appeared once again, but now it was opening like a four-pointed star, from which a powerful Infernal energy much greater than before emerged.

“What’s happening!!?” (me)