Will of chaos - Chapter 1943: Cap 1939: You won’t go!!!
Chapter 1943: Cap 1939: You won’t go!!!
Author’s Note: I’ve been sick for the past few days and am still recovering, so there were a few days when I couldn’t post a new Chapter. Since I’m recovering well, I don’t plan on skipping any more new Chapters from now on. If everything goes as I hope, at least…
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“Now, I’m in my element…” (me)
I was happy; my entire plan was working much better than I expected. Everyone was distracted, everyone was unsure of what to do, everyone was worried, and yet no one noticed me.
“(Orion, I need you to do something for me.)” (me)
“(What do you want, master?)” (Orion)
While I was relaying all the information to Orion through our mental connection, the woman who emerged from the statue attacked the Avatar of Hatred, regardless of whatever was inside the miasma.
She moved through space surrounded by a thin black mist. She moved at incredible speed and quickly reached the Avatar as her hand opened, an even larger energy claw emerging in a devastating attack that cut through space itself.
The Avatar of Hatred didn’t stand still either. His hands moved, creating three magical circles that connected in a triangle of energy that absorbed the impact of the claws, while dozens of other claws emerged from him, attacking the woman. She ignored everything, following with other attacks. No attack that hit her body left any marks, as if her body were indestructible.
Not only that, but Lolth took advantage of the Avatar of Hatred’s distraction to attack, but was interrupted by the armored woman wielding two swords. Urd, who joined her, was interrupted by the shadowy creature.
Sarazar ignored everything and tried to return to the miasma through areas that were forming without miasma due to the source of that whirlpool sucking it in.
But it seemed like it was time to celebrate when that armored man, carrying a large sword and shield, appeared to confront him, preventing him from advancing any closer to the center of this place.
I saw Davoth running away. He looked frightened, but I didn’t care. I advanced against the mist along with more Familiars. That’s when suddenly a blast of energy tried to come toward me, a cannon of pure, condensed miasma.
It was clear that the Avatar of Hatred was the most confident person responsible for carrying out that attack, even while facing that woman who looked more like a wild beast.
He was aware of several things, yet he was able to read the situation much faster than expected. Even so, I smiled as Orion covered my Dragon body with crystallized blood armor.
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POV ??? (Avatar of Hate):
I was flying forward, the power of the Concept of Hate pulsing within me as my blood seemed to run cold. Xande followed behind me while the two Templars of Hate followed on either side.
“(Like Life… like Death… Pride… Commerce… the new Entity of Divine Law… and also Chaos…)” (Hate)
I saw them advancing toward me from a distance. I could feel Hate’s thoughts becoming calmer and colder. They were advancing toward me.
Hate was seeing beyond my senses. It seemed like they had all come, but I couldn’t understand what they were doing. An attack like that made no sense.
As soon as I got there, I found the Bringer of Chaos followed by his Divine Beasts. I also saw those following him closely. Their strength would be a challenge to face, but I’m not alone. The strength of half of them isn’t a problem for me.
“Attack with me.” (me)
“< Hatred Origin Magic: Breath of Extinction >” (me)
My two Templars of Hate launched preemptive strikes. I wanted to gauge their strength while also hoping to at least inflict some damage on their ranks, as they didn’t seem prepared for me.
But the Bringer of Chaos managed to open a Rift and expel my attacks from this universe, preventing any damage to its companions. I hadn’t expected this form of defense.
It only took a few seconds to survey the entire situation, and my senses reached all directions. It seems they’re only coming from this direction, so I can summon the other Embodiments of Hate here.
I see a large number of Ascended as well as Anomalous Dragons. They should be stopped here. Fortunately, their strength wouldn’t be a major concern, except for the few in front of me.
As I was analyzing the situation and controlling the concentration of miasma to serve as a new barrier, suddenly a small statue appeared, drawing my eyes, actually forcing them to turn toward it. Hatred was surprised and controlled my body.
“(Be careful with that thing.)” (Hatred)
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, that small statue that seemed to be made of wood began to change. Its size increased, its texture became more crystalline, losing its wooden appearance, and finally the figure became more alive until it finally revealed itself to be a woman whose power was similar to mine.
While I was concentrating on the woman who emerged from the statue emanating Power similar to mine, suddenly an Anomalous Dragon appeared and launched itself at the Miasma. It was the one said to possess a Concept similar to that of Death.
As soon as he entered the miasma mist, I began attacking his body. This miasma, concentrated solely from Hatred, was under my control, as if it were one of my limbs.
Attacking him as soon as he entered was like setting fire to a container of flammable liquid, but I couldn’t pay much attention to him when
that woman was staring at me.
That’s when something emerged within the miasma. An ancient force emerged, a ghostly, spectral presence that didn’t seem to be warded off by the miasma of Hatred.
This presence was bizarre to me, which only made me more alert as the swirls formed in the miasma. That thing wasn’t controlling the miasma; it was devouring him as its Aura grew.
That thing clearly looked worse than the woman who emerged from the statue, but it still stood in the same place, which was a temporary relief that I would make good use of every second.
My attention returned to the woman who emerged from the small statue. Her power intrigued me, as did her very existence.
Her power of Hatred was strange. I could feel it, but it was clearly beyond my control. It was as if that Hatred rejected me, something I hadn’t expected to happen.
“(Her power comes from her Hatred against me. As the target of that Hatred, at a fundamental level, I can’t control her power. Her hatred is Hatred itself, the absurd contradiction.)” (Hatred)
“(How do I get rid of her!?)” (me)
As I dealt with her attacks, I realized that my attacks did nothing to her, but her attacks posed some risk to me. This couldn’t go on like this.
“(I used your Concept to seal her, I gave her the technique, the rest is up to you.)” (Hatred)
“(I won’t help yet, they don’t know your strength and don’t know to what extent I can use your power by taking your body as my vessel, it must stay that way.)” (Hatred)
Suddenly I see others trying to attack me, but one of the Templars fights her off, as does the one who decided to help.
The Anomalous Dragon tries once more to do something by launching itself at the miasma, but I won’t let that happen again. I send my other Templar of Hate to stop it while Xande, following my will, also faces the Chaos Bringer’s group.
All of this was happening simultaneously and very quickly. It was possible to regain an advantage, but first I needed to control the situation before that thing sucking the miasma finished its meal.
“< Rune of Origin of Hatred: Condemning Eye >” (me)
I open one eye as the power of the Concept of Hatred pulsating throughout my body rushes to my eyes where it was compressed before being released in a blast of raw power, preventing the Chaos Bringer from advancing until I reach him.
While I was distracted by him, an attack hit my shoulder, throwing me into the miasma, where I managed to mitigate the impact enough to return and attack the woman. I just didn’t expect to see that the miasma was dissipating faster than I expected.
I didn’t have time to waste, and to make matters worse, the Chaos Bringer was trying to avoid combat and was already close to entering the miasma, which was already irritating me.
“You’re not going!!” (Me)
At that moment, I pumped all my power and Aura as I dodged the bizarre woman’s blade-like arms and ran toward the Chaos Bringer.
“< Corrupting Aura Technique: Blade of the Hated >” (me)
“< Breath of Myriad Bloodlines >” (Bearer of Chaos)
I dodge the Breath attack, using it to hit the woman chasing me from behind. Meanwhile, my Aura blade forms around my arm, cutting cars from her fingers, sending them flying away. She dodged a worse blow.
