Hitman with a Badass System

The appearance of the majestic dragon did little to disturb Michael's composure. His knowledge of the Guardian Guild's might reassured him that this ethereal creature was just one of their many trump cards and last lines of defense. Yet, the dragon's presence emanated a radiant glow, casting a shimmering light upon Hulwick island and the vast expanse of the surrounding ocean.

In the ethereal glow, the harrowing aftermath of the relentless battle came into sharp focus for the onlookers. Debris from the warships Michael had effortlessly destroyed floated upon the surface of the sea, a haunting reminder of the devastation wrought upon the naval forces. Lifeless bodies, both in the water and scattered across the land of Hulwick island, painted a grim tableau of the toll exacted by the conflict. 𝚋𝚎ｄ𝚗ｏｖ𝚎𝚕．ｃｏ𝚖

The soil of Hulwick island, churned by relentless spells and thunderous clashes, seemed to possess an otherworldly shimmer, as if infused with the residual energy of intense magical casting. Even the ocean surrounding the island, once calm and pristine, now bore a faint glimmer, a testament to the vast power that had been unleashed upon its depths.

Amidst the eerie beauty of the glimmering light, the onlookers were reminded of the harsh reality of war.

The resolute dragon unleashed another thunderous roar, propelling itself towards Michael with a determined purpose. Meanwhile, Michael's attention shifted to Roshan, the last remaining Alpha Guardian. Transformed into his mighty primal form, Roshan was fueled by a fierce desire for vengeance, spurred on by witnessing the brutal demise of his fellow Alpha Guardian, Vivienne. He lunged at Michael in the open sky, his lion form growing in size and emitting a resounding roar that echoed through the air. But as Roshan drew closer to his target, Michael fixed his gaze upon him, unleashing dark beams from his eyes that pierced Roshan's lion body, causing immense pain. Despite the agony, Roshan pushed forward, determined to confront Michael.

In a moment of reckoning, the rest of the guardians, also in their primal forms, rallied around Roshan, joining forces to surround and attack the Dark Lord. The dragon soared with grace, captivating the onlookers, who stood bewildered and uncertain about the outcome of this fierce encounter. The beast guardians launched a ferocious assault upon the Dark Lord, employing their formidable claws and teeth with relentless fury.

However, in a shocking turn of events, a thunderous explosion rocked the battlefield, hurling the guardians away from Michael's presence. With his dark sword raised, the Dark Lord moved with incomprehensible speed, leaving only a blur of white in the darkness. In an instant, Roshan's majestic lion body lay divided, falling towards the ocean below. The swiftness and mercilessness of the Dark Lord's attack sent waves of terror through the hearts of the witnesses, shaking their resolve to its core.

Before Roshan's lifeless form could touch the ocean's surface, dark beams shot forth from the Dark Lord, slicing through the remaining guardians in the sky, severing their lives with gruesome precision. The spray of blood descending from the sky sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers, a chilling reminder of the unfathomable power possessed by the Dark Lord. By the time the golden dragon reached its intended target, only a mere hundred guardians remained in the sky, their once defiant spirits shattered, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fear and defeat.

The remaining warships in the sky and on the ocean ceased their relentless barrage, their attention now fixated on the imminent clash between the two-headed dragon and Michael. The majestic dragon had reached the Half Celestial stage level 1, while Michael, fueled by the deaths he had caused, stood at the formidable Half Celestial stage level 6. In a tense standoff, the dragon and Michael locked eyes, suspended in the air, an unspoken challenge passing between them.

In Michael's piercing gaze, he anticipated the dragon to engage in verbal exchange, but to his surprise, it emitted a low growl instead. As an ethereal being, its physical form shimmered with ethereal scales that seemed to defy comprehension. Its monstrous size dominated the battlefield, its eyes gleaming with a mysterious intensity that held an air of ancient wisdom. Rows of sharp, glistening teeth adorned its fearsome mouth, hinting at the devastation they were capable of inflicting.

Recognizing the dragon's ethereal form, he decided to forgo his sword, knowing that physical weapons held little effect against such incorporeal entities. With a fluid motion, he sheathed his sword, sliding it back into the scabbard on his back, preparing himself for a battle that would require more than mere physical force.

A mischievous smirk curled upon his lips as he relished the prospect of facing a formidable adversary. "Finally, a challenge," he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement.

"A war without a challenge is rather dull, wouldn't you agree?"

In response, the dragon sneered, emitting a stream of glistening smoke from its nostrils, a silent indication of its readiness for battle.

As Michael fixed his gaze upon the dragon, his attention was captivated by a small palm-sized rune shimmering on the creature's neck. However, before he could decipher its meaning, his focus was abruptly interrupted as the dragon unleashed a radiant ethereal ball of golden energy from its open mouth. Reacting swiftly, a protective shield materialized around Michael, absorbing a significant portion of the potent energy. Nonetheless, the residual force propelled Michael backward several meters, eliciting gasps of astonishment from the onlookers. It was the first time they had witnessed the Dark Lord sustain a blow of such magnitude since the commencement of the war.

Instead of succumbing to anger, Michael's face lit up with a gleeful expression as he embraced the prospect of a true challenge. The mere thought of the sheer number of badass points he would accumulate by triumphing over the dragon sent his blood surging with exhilaration. Throughout the course of this war, he had already amassed an impressive tally of nearly eighty million badass points, and conquering this formidable creature promised to augment his score even further. Aware of the dragon's ethereal form, Michael summoned dark flames to writhe and dance above his hands, their sinister glow an ominous portent. Yet again, the dragon unleashed a golden ball of energy, hurtling through the air with the swiftness of a bullet. However, this time, Michael deftly invoked the power of Silenes, causing time to decelerate within his immediate vicinity.

Within the encompassing field of the Silenes spell, the once swift golden energy ball gradually lost its velocity, appearing to move as if trapped in molasses. Sensing an opportune moment, Michael unleashed a powerful punch, his fist wreathed in flickering dark flames. The impact shattered the golden energy ball into countless fragments as time resumed its normal flow. And so, the epic clash between Michael and the dragon commenced.

The clash between the Dark Lord and the dragon ignited a spectacular aerial duel in the vast expanse of the sky. The dragon, with its immense size and two menacing heads, unleashed a relentless assault. One head lunged forward, attempting to snap at the Dark Lord with razor-sharp teeth, while the other head continuously spewed forth a barrage of shimmering energy balls.

Undeterred, the Dark Lord displayed incredible agility and combat prowess, seamlessly evading the dragon's physical attacks. With swift and calculated movements, he countered the energy balls, dispersing them with his fists enveloped in swirling dark flames. Each collision created a magnificent display of sparks and bursts of darkness.

Sensing an opportunity, the Dark Lord swiftly descended toward the sea level, where a warship floated ominously. In one swift motion, he lifted the warship with his formidable strength, imbued it with his dark flames, and hurled it towards the dragon. The flaming warship soared through the air, trailing a path of destruction, before colliding with the dragon's massive form. The impact generated an explosion that reverberated through the sky, engulfing both combatants in a shower of flames and smoke.

Emerging unscathed, the Dark Lord ascended back into the sky, his resolve unshaken. He continued his relentless assault, unleashing a barrage of punches enhanced by the dark flames. Each strike connected with precision, delivering powerful blows to the dragon's scaled bodies. The clash of their forces created shockwaves that rippled through the air, causing the onlookers below to tremble in awe and terror.

As the battle raged on, the Dark Lord's movements became a mesmerizing dance of power and agility. He seamlessly weaved through the dragon's attacks, evading its ferocious bites and gracefully countering with his fiery fists. With each strike, the dragon's resistance weakened, evident in the cracks forming on its ethereal scales and the pained roars that echoed through the sky.

In this epic battle, the Dark Lord fought with unrivaled badassery, pushing his limits and showcasing his mastery over dark flames and hand-to-hand combat. His every move was executed with a deadly precision, displaying a combination of strength, speed, and sheer determination.

At one point, the Dark Lord dove down towards the sea, his eyes ablaze with determination. He seized a nearby warship, its massive hull looming beneath him. With a touch of his dark flames, the ship was instantaneously consumed, reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds. Yet, the Dark Lord acted swiftly, his movements a blur as he hurled the ship towards the dragon before the flames could fully engulf it. The flaming vessel hurtled through the air, a deadly projectile aimed directly at the dragon's colossal form.

As the Dark Lord continued his assault, his speed was nothing short of astonishing. He seamlessly transitioned from one ship to another, consecutively lifting and launching them toward the dragon. The onlookers watched in awe as the Dark Lord's movements were a blur, his strikes relentless and unyielding. Ship after ship became a fiery missile, soaring through the air with the force of the Dark Lord's immense strength. The onlookers marveled at the sight as the warship collided with the dragon, causing a cataclysmic explosion of fire and debris.

Undeterred by the chaos, the Dark Lord moved with astonishing speed and agility, repeatedly swooping down to seize another warship. Each time, he ignited the ship with his dark flames, ensuring it would be a devastating weapon against the dragon. The onlookers watched in awe as ship after ship was transformed into a blaze of darkness, moments before being thrown with incredible force at the dragon.

The relentless assault of the Dark Lord forced the dragon to retreat, its ethereal form unable to withstand the barrage of flaming warships. The onlookers gasped as the dragon struggled to defend itself, crashing into the Guardian Guild headquarters on Hulwick Island under the relentless onslaught.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, the onlookers whispered in awe and disbelief at the epic clash unfolding before their eyes.

"Did you see that? The Dark Lord is unstoppable!"

"He's moving so fast, it's like a blur! And those dark flames, they're incredible!"

"Nothing can stand against him! He's a force of nature!"

As the battle raged on, the onlookers were both terrified and captivated by the spectacle of the Dark Lord's relentless assault. They could only watch in awe and trepidation as the clash between the Dark Lord and the dragon reshaped the very skies above them.

The impact of the dragon crashing into the Guardian Guild headquarters was catastrophic. The mighty structure, once a symbol of the guild's strength and unity, trembled under the force of the collision. The ethereal form of the dragon, though intangible, possessed a tangible impact that reverberated through the building.

As the dragon collided with the headquarters, the structure groaned and quaked under the immense strain. Walls cracked, pillars crumbled, and debris rained down from above. The once-imposing edifice of the guild now stood weakened and compromised.

Despite the dragon's ethereal nature, its sheer power and force shattered the building's structural integrity. The ethereal form manifested a tangible presence as if its sheer will alone could rend stone and mortar. The collision sent shockwaves through the Guild headquarters, causing sections of it to crumble and collapse.

Dust filled the air as the building succumbed to the damage, its once majestic halls now reduced to rubble. The grandeur and history that once resided within those walls were now scattered remnants, lost in the wake of the destructive clash.

The onlookers stood in awe and horror as they witnessed the destruction unfold before their eyes.

As the dragon crashed into the crumbling Guardian Guild headquarters, the Dark Lord seized the opportunity to unleash another devastating move. With swift agility, he swooped down to the sea level, his dark flames trailing behind him. His eyes gleamed with a sinister determination as he reached out and grasped a multitude of cannons scattered across the warships.

With an effortless display of strength, the Dark Lord lifted the cannons, two in each hand, while the remaining cannons hovered around him as if under his command. The cannons gleamed in the dim light, their metal surfaces reflecting the chaos unfolding in the sky above.

In a voice laced with dark amusement, the Dark Lord taunted, "Happy death day," his words dripping with cruel delight. With calculated precision, he aimed the cannons towards the remaining guardians who bravely fought against him. The air crackled with anticipation as the barrels of the cannons aligned with their intended targets.

A moment of silence enveloped the battlefield, the tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. Then, with an explosive roar, the cannons erupted in a cacophony of thunderous booms. Fiery projectiles hurtled through the air, leaving trails of smoke and destruction in their wake.

The scene unfolded in a vivid display of chaos and devastation. The air became a battlefield of flying debris, illuminated by the fiery streaks of cannonballs. The guardians in the air fought desperately, their movements agile and swift as they attempted to evade the onslaught.

The dark flames from the Dark Lord's hands intertwined with the cannon fire, casting an eerie glow over the raging clash. The sky became a tapestry of danger, with cannonballs arcing and exploding, their destructive force raining down upon the guardians who valiantly fought for their lives. The air crackled with energy, tainted by the scent of burning debris and the metallic tang of gunpowder. The outcome of this clash would determine the fate of the guardians, as their lives hung in the balance amidst the fiery storm unleashed by the Dark Lord and his cannon onslaught.