Speed Is King

The first words that appeared in Elliot’s mind were “Dragon Angel”.

Followed by “Holy Smokes!” And “THAT’S SO BLOODY COOL!!”

A huge, hundred meter tall angel fully decked out in glorious golden armor armed with a massive golden spear that gave out a deathly aura reeking of Deathwing’s Dark energy hovered majestically.

His golden wings were made of metallic feathers and his golden aura shone brightly, smothering Saint Dul’Akharat’s clones with such a heavy pressure that they cracked and disappeared.

Even Saint Dul’Akharat himself had stopped his charge towards Dragon Apostle Golden Fire and kept a healthy distance between them!

“Seraphic Descent.” Came Dragon Apostle Golden Fire’s ethereal voice. He pointed his exquisite golden spear at Saint Dul’Akharat and instantly, it was as though the entire world and all of its energy had turned to look at Saint Dul’Akharat with hostility.

“Seraphic Strike.”

As soon as those two words left Dragon Apostle Golden Fire’s lips, the world that was merely looking at Saint Dul’Akharat seemed to open its mouth in a feral roar and rushed in to attack him with all of its strength!_{pᴀɴᴅᴀ-ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ}

A deeply ancient and primordial aura erupted from Dragon Apostle Golden Fire and led the rest of nature in an all out attack.

However, Saint Dul’Akharat was no pushover, and his own incredible power as a Saint level being was not merely for show.

He unleashed his full strength as well which resisted the crushing pressure created by the Seraphic Strike. He swung his greatsword in a series of slashes that released ridiculously sharp swordenergy towards Dragon Apostle Golden Fire.

Saint Dul’Akharat’s sword energy was so sharp that it felt like it could cut through even the very future of Dragon Apostle Golden Fire himself!

The sword energy cut through the all-encompassing Seraphic Strike easily and shot towards the Dragon Apostle’s neck as though they were homing missiles.

Golden Fire brandished his spear and faced the sword energies head on.

CLANG! _{pᴀɴᴅᴀ ɴoᴠᴇʟ}

BAM!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!

In an amazing feat, the Primal level Golden Fire managed to block and redirect Saint Dul’Akharat’s full powered attacks cleanly!

For the next few minutes, they exchanged thousands of strikes.

One Saint wielding the power of fate, going all out againdt a transformed Dragon Angel with Darklight Energy.

It was a fight at a level that the entire known universe had never seen before!

“Golden Fire’s spear has your Dark energy in it.” Elliot remarked lightly. _{ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​}

“Indeed. As soon as the Darklight Energy stirred within me, the resonance I felt was not just with it alone. For some reason, I could keenly feel Golden Fire’s energy and life force as well.

And it was an antagonistic sort of sensation.

Well, true, Blacks and Golds have never been allies in the entire history of Dragons. But at that moment, I hated him so much that I felt as though I needed to kill him in the most violent manner possible.

Yet, as our auras clashed, mine devoured a little bit of his and he, mine. And in that process, I got a little bit stronger and the hatred I felt towards him receeded rather substantially.

Now, I don’t really view him as someone I must kill, but instead, someone I must… devour.” A hungry look flashed in Dragon Apostle Deathwing’s eyes for a quick moment before disappearing.

“It is completely understandable for life and death energy to be completely incompatible. But for you, as the embodiment of death energy, to view life energy as something to consume is… interesting. That death can grow stronger with a dose of life. And life can grow stronger with a dose of death.” Elliot said mildly as he mused and pondered on the principles that governed the relationship between his Darklight Energy and the two Dragon Apostles with the Royal Elements of Light and Darkness.

As he did so, the crowd outside the secondary dimension they were in had turned rowdy.

Although they were not able to view the fight directly, Primal Alexander wasted no time charging the other Primals for treasures in exchange for a live commentary!

Of course as Primals who stood at the very peak of the food chain in the known universe, they had no lack of treasures, and they all immediately coughed up the outrageous price that Primal Alexander was extor- I mean, charging them.

After all, treasures can be looked for again, but the chance to know just a little bit of how Saints and Darklight Enhanced Primals fight was once in a lifetime!

“Thank you all for your generosity. Come now, let the radio show begin!” Primal Alexander had said with a flourish amid the bunch of grumbling Primals.

But they instantly kept quiet the moment Primal Alexander began calling out the fight.

The flowery descriptions of the demons and angels had been met with loud exclamations of disbelief, followed by shouts of shock when Saing Dul’Akharat took care of them with a simple move.

Some had groaned in disappointment when Dragon Apostle Deathwing bowed out of thr fight so quickly while others had hooted with deep pleasure.

But all of them were rendered completely speechless when Primal Alexander described Dragon Apostle Golden Fire’s angelic transformation and its ability to command all of the dimension’s energy.

That silence had only deepened as Primal Alexander’s voice rattled on like a machine gun firing furiously as he described the rapid exchange of strikes and blows between the two most powerful beings of the known universe!

Dul’Akharat may have been struck, but he doesn’t lool like he felt the blow at all! His counter sword thrust was immediate and… just as deadly!

He scored a hit on Golden Fire’s belly! Oh my goodness, it’s not just a clean hit, it’s a critical hit! What will Golden Fire do now to- oh my god! What a vicious head butt by Golden Fire!

Are these two really the top fighters of our universe? They fight like teenagers brawling!” Primal Alexander shouted excitedly.

“Were you a sports commentator or something? Your comments are almost as exciting as watching the fight live.” Primal Lilian chuckled as her eyes glowed a bright yellow which mirrored Chairman El’Taras’ eyes as he broadcasted the battle to Primal Lilian’s mind privately.

“Of course I was not a sports commentator. I was a powerful warrior serving under a God named Aleyria. Have you heard of her?” Primal Alexander stopped his broadcast.

“Aleyria? Hidden God of flower petals?” Primal Lilian asked in confusion.

“Hidden God of flower petals??” Primal Alexander’s jaw dropped.