Chapter 1466 The Sovereign of Death - Part 19

The divine army didn't stand idle as their god was fighting. They marched toward the Death Palace, with the angels flying above them and providing guidance.

In response to the incoming threat, Nyxiel and the rest took their positions to fend off the three main entrances to the city. It was a climb before the divine army could reach the palace, and the undead army used the terrain to their advantage.

Instead of a head-on fight, Nyxiel had over a thousand crates laden with sacks filled with rotten flesh. According to him, each piece of flesh could rot away anything it touches.

The crates were thrown over the walls by the undead, and they crashed in the middle of the divine army. Then, with an explosive, the rotten flesh scattered everywhere. Each soldier transmitted the strange illness to the others, and they began to rot and wail.

On the other side, the lich cast a spell that let out all kinds of horrors on the divine soldiers. Each of the divine soldiers cast some kind of barrier that warded off the astral horrors, but they had to halt their march.

On the third path, the twin sisters sent their statues crashing down. They had assembled an army of statues from other realms, wicked, but they were all powerful. They pushed the army back due to the narrow terrain.

The middle of the valley saw the most upheaval. Arthur and the god were engaged in a ferocious battle. Sparks flew in every direction and the earth beneath them couldn't handle the weight of each strike.

A small crater appeared around them.

Arthur was on the receiving end of the onslaught. His weapon matched the Golden Sword, but their technique was vastly incomparable.

Herlixion danced, with each strike connecting to the next or putting Arthur in a suitable position for him to capitalize on it. Arthur found himself pushed back despite having each strike parried or blocked, but he was in no real threat at the moment.

Arthur expected a difference in their stats that would overwhelm him, but that seemed far from the case. It might be the restrictions of the realm, but it allowed him to stand his ground against the divine creature.

Their weapons clashed once more, and the blast carved the earth out with ease. It sent ripples throughout the battlefield that killed a few of the soldiers around them.

Arthur did his best to keep the god occupied, but that was a far cry from dealing him some harm. He expected the First General, Severis, to snap out of it by now and aid him.

However, to his dismay and greatest fears, the undead man was nowhere to be seen.

Arthur had to keep fighting against the god, pushing his body to the limit just to keep the sword away from grazing him.

Then, it happened with a small, barely audible sound.

The two of them stopped their fight.

Herlixion stared at Arthur and then toward his sword.

Its golden sheen reflected the god's face, but a long crack was running through it. The god frowned and then held the sword from two sides and twisted. It shattered in his hands.

"You destroyed it," Herlixion said. "A divine relic…"

"Not even the divine can stand against the powers of my friend, death," Arthur said as he raised his dagger again. A subtle, but very substantial, part of his dagger was turning blue.

It was now a mix of golden, blue, and black.

Herlixion glared at him.

"It seems you've received some help."

"You can hardly blame me when you have a hundred weapons around you," Arthur said with a chuckle. "Before we resume our fight, I have one question."

Herlixion raised his hand, and a long spear flew to land in his open palm. He spun the spear with one hand, creating a gale of wind that carved out the soil and uprooted the nearby trees.

Despite his lack of response, Arthur asked anyway. "What did you tell Severis to make him on your side?"

The god was momentarily stunned, and his expression betrayed him. Arthur realized that his greatest fears had been proven. Severis had betrayed them for some reason.

He was already suspicious of the general when he refused to attack the gods as soon as they arrived. The Legacy of Spirits had also allowed him to feel the spiritual turmoil that the undead had.

He was torn.

"How did you know?" the god asked with a smirk.

"A hunch now proven."

"It doesn't matter anymore. He should already be inside the palace now," Herlixion said. "There wasn't much to tell. I just showed him my powers, and he realized that resistance is futile. In the end, I promised to spare his lord if he could bring us the Death Lilies."

"That makes sense," Arthur said. "The only way to win over such a man is to weaponize his loyalty. It's a shame."

"A shame?" Herlixion repeated with a grin. "It's pure genius."

"A solid plan," Arthur agreed. "But I thought that you would have some backbone, you miserable coward. And I thought I could have some fun fighting you."

"That can still happen," Herlixion said with a grin as he held out his spear and aimed it at Arthur. "There's plenty of fun left."

"No," Arthur said as he let go of his dagger and it disappeared. "There won't be any fun for me, and certainly not for you."

"Why is that?" Herlixion asked.

"Because you crossed a line," Arthur said as his golden eyes began glowing. He wore simple clothes with a black robe that he obtained from Vorathis. They began to flutter as a whirlwind emerged around him.

Herlixion couldn't understand what the mortal man in front of him was talking about, but he didn't want to wait for him to do whatever he planned on doing. He raised his hand and threw the spear at Arthur.

On the other end, lightning crackled around Arthur. His expression was filled with wrath as the lightning began destroying the world around him.

The spear flew toward Arthur faster than light, but it froze the moment Arthur raised his hand. The crackling lightning seized the spear and destroyed it, letting it disintegrate into nothing.

"You use the goodness in people to make them commit horrible things," Arthur said. "I didn't want to believe that he would turn against us, but it makes sense. He cares the most about his lord, after all."

"That's why mortals are foolish," Herlixion said as he raised both hands. The weapons began to move at the same time. All aimed at Arthur. "You allow such pitiful emotions to cloud your eyes from the truth."

Arthur was quiet. "And what truth is that?"

"Nothing matters in this world other than power," Herlixion said with a grin that showed his pearl-white teeth. "It's the only thing that matters. Emotions are useless. Bonds are worthless. What matters—"

Arthur interrupted him. "I pity you all," he said while looking down at his own palm. "You have no idea… how powerful emotions can be."

Herlixion was silent.

Then, without another word, he brought his hands down.

A hundred weapons flew toward Arthur, who stood there staring at his palm. Then, a flame appeared atop his palm. Arthur waved a hand, and the flame roared to life.

The black flames met the hundred weapons.

It turned them to cinders as they fell, useless.

As the smoke settled, Herlixion saw the man behind it.

"Wrath has seven stages," Arthur said. "Lightning is the second. These flames are the third. Believe me, Herlixion," Arthur said his name with an enraged grin. "You won't live to see the fourth."

Herlixion stood rooted in place as he saw the weapons drop to the ground like scraps of metal. He looked at his divine items with confusion and shock. Then, after he heard what Arthur said, he trembled with fear.

"It shouldn't be possible," Herlixion said. "No one told me that wrath can—"

"Maybe they sent you here to see what it can and cannot do," Arthur said as he stepped forward. The flames engulfed his body, turning him into a flaming man of wrath. "But none of you will return to answer that question."

Herlixion reacted in time, and summoned a different weapon this time. It looked like a gauntlet filled with clocks. He waved his hand, and time ceased moving. The god was panting heavily.

"It's a good thing that I listened to Chronus," Herlixion breathed out a sigh of relief. "His gauntlet of time has indeed proved useful. The only issue is how taxing it is on my current body."

Herlixion breathed out a sigh of relief.

But then, he heard something.

A crackle.

He flinched and looked at Arthur.

The flames were still burning, unaffected by the gauntlet of time. The pair of golden eyes stared at him with pity. Herlixion trembled and remembered the warning that Chronus gave him.

A single man would not be affected by the artifacts of time.

And that man should never be fought.

He should be avoided at all costs.

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