Hitman with a Badass System

"We should attack him,"

Norvin turned to Noah, suggesting that they should launch an attack on the Dark Lord. However, Noah shook his head, opting to wait for the Dark Lord's army to reveal itself. As anticipated, Noah sensed a disturbance in the space around him. Moments later, black vortexes materialized in the air and on the ground outside the energy dome.

From these teleportation vortexes, hordes of undead creatures emerged, their haunting moans filling the air. The sight of the undead sent a shiver down the spines of the dwarves and the beastmen in the army, evoking both disgust and fear.

Norvin and Noah were taken aback by the sight of flying undead. While they were accustomed to using flying swords as a means of aerial mobility, witnessing the undead take to the skies was a chilling revelation. These flying undead were another successful creation of Dular, the mastermind behind Michael's undead army. The previous war in Nagaland had seen Michael employ bloaters, a different type of undead that exploded amidst enemy ranks, causing widespread destruction.

In the face of the emerging undead army, the dwarves and the beastmen exchanged anxious glances. They engaged in a conversation, their voices laced with both concern and disbelief.

"What in the name of the mountain is that? Flying undead? This can't be happening!" one dwarf exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear.

"They... they're defying the natural laws! How can undead creatures fly?" another dwarf muttered, his voice laced with disbelief.

Meanwhile, the beastmen growled with a mixture of aggression and fear.

"Those creatures... They are an abomination! We've never seen anything like this before," a beastman snarled, his claws digging into the ground.

"I've seen my fair share of battles, but this is something else. How are we supposed to fight against flying undead?"

"Noah, what kind of undead are these?" Norvin turned to Noah, seeking answers, but Noah remained silent, his eyes fixed on the approaching horde.

"These undeads... They're an unexpected threat. We need to be prepared," Noah finally spoke, his voice filled with determination.

As the undead army continued to pour out of the vortexes, a putrid stench filled the air, carrying the unmistakable odor of decaying flesh and death. The atmosphere became heavy with the foul scent, causing some of the soldiers to gag and cover their noses.

The shuffling footsteps of the undead resonated throughout the battlefield, accompanied by the eerie moans and groans that escaped their rotting mouths. It was a haunting chorus that echoed in the hearts of those who stood witness to the macabre sight.

The sounds of bones cracking and joints creaking reverberated through the air as the undead moved with an unnatural agility. Some emitted ghastly wails, while others emitted guttural growls, creating a dissonant symphony of terror that sent chills down the spines of all who heard it.

"Do not be too shocked now. We have more surprises in store for you," Gaya taunted the opposing army with a smirk. With a resounding clap of her hands, the sound echoed through the river town like thunder, capturing everyone's attention.

As if summoned by her command, additional vortexes materialized in the air and on the ground. From these swirling portals emerged vampires, draped in sleek black armor and robes. The airborne vampires gracefully hovered behind Michael, forming the silhouette of enormous, ominous wings.

Meanwhile, the dark clouds above Michael grew thicker and more menacing, giving rise to an intense lightning storm. The gathering storm reflected his power as the God of Darkness, a stark contrast to the radiant light emanating from the energy dome.

As the lightning bolts crackled across the sky, Eve flicked her wrist, conjuring her war hammer. The weapon pulsed with electric energy, drawing power from the storm above. It crackled with raw power, a manifestation of the unleashed forces of nature.

In a captivating display, an ethereal form of a black king cobra materialized behind Gaya, revealing her true nature as a Naga. As lightning streaks illuminated the sky, the cobra's looming shadow cast a terrifying presence. However, what truly astonished and unnerved the opposing army was the formation of the clouds. They gathered together, coalescing into a colossal skull, serving as the ominous symbol of the Dark Lord.

The combined display of power and elemental forces left the enemy forces awestruck, their confidence waning in the face of such formidable might.

The dwarves, beastmen, and Skyhall angels observed the spectacle before them, their expressions filled with a mix of awe, fear, and curiosity. They couldn't help but comment on the dark army's impressive display.

"By the hammers of our ancestors, have you ever seen anything like this?" one of the dwarves whispered to his companion, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Nay, never in all my years," replied the other dwarf, his voice tinged with both excitement and trepidation. "These undead and vampires, they're a force to be reckoned with."

The beastmen, renowned for their primal instincts, exchanged puzzled glances and murmured amongst themselves.

"Those flying undead... I've never witnessed anything so eerie," remarked a beastman with a lion-like face. "They move like shadows in the night."

mong the Skyhall angels, whispers of disbelief and concern spread.

"Such darkness and lightning... It's almost unnatural," remarked one angel, his voice barely audible above the storm.

Inside Michael's mind, the constant notifications of his badass points became overwhelming. He quickly muted the sounds, realizing the need to focus solely on the battle at hand. Both Noah and Norvin were taken aback by the staggering number of vampires and undead standing before them. Despite their numerical superiority, they recognized that the combined power of the vampires and undead posed a formidable challenge to their own forces. They were well aware that the Dark Lord had more tricks up his sleeve, yet he chose to keep them hidden for the time being.

"What are we waiting for?"

Impatiently, Noah's voice echoed through the battlefield, demanding action. His eyes ignited with radiant flames of Light, and beams of light shot forth from his gaze. Two swords materialized in his hands, engulfed in the majestic coils of the light flames. Adorned in specially crafted armor forged by the skilled dwarves, Noah truly looked the part of the God of Light. As he ascended into the sky, angelic wings made of pure light sprouted from his back, radiating a divine aura.

Michael, not one to be outdone, also underwent a transformation of his own. Dark flames erupted from his eyes, and his metallic wings, which were part of his dark armor, became enveloped in swirling dark flames. In each of his hands, dark swords materialized, their blades enshrouded in the coiling embrace of black flames. The air crackled with the intensity of their powers, a stark contrast of light and darkness preparing to clash.

"Let us settle this once and for all," declared Michael, his voice resolute and filled with determination.

"ATTACK!" Norvin's roar resounded through the battlefield, igniting a surge of energy as the two armies charged at each other, leaving chaos in their wake. Michael and Noah, locked in their intense aerial duel, swung their swords simultaneously, their weapons clashing in mid-air. The clash of dark and light unleashed a colossal shockwave that reverberated through the very ground, causing the sky to crack as the two gods clashed.

"So, Light Flames... Who handed them over to you, Noah?" Michael questioned, their swords grinding against each other in a fierce deadlock.

"When you do good, people lend their support. It's something you fail to understand, Ghost," Noah retorted. Within the thin layer of the energy dome, Noah remained suspended mid-air, bathed in luminous radiance, while Michael hovered on the opposite side where darkness held sway.

"It's easy to talk when everything is handed to you on a silver platter," Michael snickered, abruptly headbutting Noah and sending him hurtling backward.

Noah adjusted his neck with a crack and swiftly dashed towards Michael, his movements infused with lightning speed. As he closed in on his adversary, Noah unleashed a beam of light from his swords. Reacting instinctively, Michael raised his arm, summoning a retractable black shield from his wrist. The shield absorbed the searing light beams, its color shifting to a fiery orange due to the intense heat.

Michael's hand tingled from the impact, but undeterred, Noah propelled himself forward with lightning speed, aiming a powerful kick at Michael. In response, Michael reciprocated the attack, their legs colliding in mid-air. With a resounding clash, they struck each other's heads with their legs, their fierce cries filling the air as their determination and power collided in an epic showdown.

Spitting the blood in his mouth, Michael surged forward, propelling himself through the air with unstoppable determination. Once again, he and Noah clashed in a breathtaking aerial confrontation, their swords locked in a furious battle of light and darkness.

Noah's pair of swords, engulfed in radiant light flames, danced through the air with grace and precision. He unleashed a series of swift, calculated strikes, weaving his blades with remarkable agility and finesse. Each swing of his swords emitted dazzling arcs of light, illuminating the battlefield as he sought to exploit any opening in Michael's defenses.

In response, Michael wielded his two dark swords, wreathed in swirling dark flames that exuded an aura of malevolence. With calculated brutality, he matched Noah's every move with unwavering focus and unwieldy strength. His strikes carried an undeniable weight, channeling the darkness within him into each devastating blow.

Their clash created a spectacle of opposing forces, a symphony of light and dark intertwining in a dance of raw power. Michael's dark blades clashed against Noah's radiant swords, sparks flying as their immense strength met with equal intensity. The clash of their swords reverberated through the air, echoing their unyielding determination to emerge victorious.

Noah's swift and agile footwork allowed him to evade Michael's relentless assault, his nimble movements showcasing his mastery of the light. He skillfully parried and countered Michael's strikes, utilizing his speed and precision to exploit any opening he could find. With each counterattack, he unleashed bursts of searing light, forcing Michael to adjust his defensive stance continuously.

In turn, Michael utilized his inherent darkness to launch powerful and unpredictable attacks. He combined brute force with deceptive speed, delivering bone-crushing blows that tested Noah's resilience. The dark flames that enveloped Michael's swords enhanced their destructive potential, leaving trails of shadowy residue in their wake. 𝑏𝘦𝘥𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Noah's voice trembled with anger as he shouted at Michael, his words filled with anguish and resentment.

"I wish our mother had never given birth to you. Because of you, I lost everything!" The pain in his voice was palpable as he confronted the Dark Lord.

Michael's response cut through the air like a sharp blade, his words carrying the weight of his own painful past.

"And how does it feel to have nothing? You had everything while I had nothing!" His voice thundered, resonating with a mix of anger and sorrow.

In a moment of strategic agility, Michael swiftly discarded his dark sword and delivered a powerful punch straight to Noah's jaw. Caught off guard, Noah was unable to defend himself, and the force of the blow sent him hurtling towards the ground, causing a cascade of destruction as he crashed into several buildings. The impact reverberated through the air, leaving a trail of shattered debris in its wake. The sheer force of Michael's punch showcased his formidable strength, catching Noah off balance and exposing his vulnerability. The clash between the two gods took an unexpected turn as Michael seized the opportunity to unleash a devastating blow, momentarily gaining the upper hand in their fierce confrontation.