Chapter 443 The Prelude To The War (End)
The small beam that came out of Basil’s finger pierced through the Demon who was covered by a Mana Barrier in the centre of the gigantic swords array. The gigantic swords stopped spinning, putting an end to the bombardment of the golden lightning.
The gigantic swords then flew in seven different directions. Basil’s beam dispersed at this point. The Barrier covering Dantalion completely shattered, revealing his dishevelled state to the world. There was a hole the size of an adult’s fist in his chest; blood was pouring out of it like water leaking out of a dam.
Dantalion’s face was neutral. He no longer had his usual easy-going look. Basil looked at him with a scoff and a faint disdainful smirk and he looked back at her neutrally. It was hard to tell what he was thinking about. She, of course, didn’t care about it as she crossed her swords and prepared another beam at their tips.
“Send my regards to the people of the Oblivion,” Basil sneered.
“You will regret this,” Dantalion muttered creepily, not paying attention to Basil.
Basil knew what was going to happen, so she immediately shot the beam and summoned the seven gigantic swords back. Another Barrier covered Dantalion a millisecond before her beam hit him. The beam was held in its place, unable to break the Barrier. The gigantic swords came not long after yet they barely did anything as the Barrier remained strong.
The gigantic swords had their tips pointed toward Dantalion. Their tips were shining as they absorbed and discharged the Mana contained in the beam after condensing it to amplify its destructiveness.
Basil decided to add more Mana to them, causing them to spin. The Mana pressure surrounding the gigantic swords increased dramatically, threatening to shatter the Barrier. Unfortunately, this favourable situation didn’t last long. The Mana Pressure that the seven gigantic swords were exuding was quickly overshadowed by Dantalion’s Mana Pressure.
Basil immediately let go of Durendal and Caliburn, letting them float in the air, and then clasped his hand together. Her Pacifer Seal flared and her Mana Pressure rose to an unimaginable level. A thousand swords came flying at her and stopped behind her. Their shining tips were pointing toward Dantalion.
Zap!
Lightning sparked between Durendal and Caliburn that were floating on each of her sides–one of them was gold and the other was silverish blue. Their tips that were pointing down turned to Dantalion as they moved in a vertical circular motion.
“I think it’s already late but it doesn’t hurt to try,” Basil remarked as she gazed at Dantalion, who was in the process of assuming his True Form. “[Reality-Defying Piercer]!”
Durendal and Caliburn were moving faster, meanwhile, the one thousand swords behind Basil shot at Dantalion, cutting through the air like shooting stars. At this point, the gigantic sword revolving around Dantalion had long left the vicinity, giving way for the one thousand swords to hit Dantalion.
Clank! Clank!
The one thousand swords hit ten different spots of the Barrier, of which Basil deemed the weak spots. None of them managed to pierce it as they immediately shattered to smithereens upon contact with it.
Ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye. The last sword to hit the Barrier managed to create a small hole in the Barrier. It was recovering yet the recovery rate was slow because it also had many other spots to recover. This was the moment when Caliburn and Durendal were sent.
Still moving in a vertical circular motion, the two Legendary Swords that looked like a bullet with two different colours eliminated their distance with Dantalion faster than one’s eye could blink. They passed through the small hole in the Barrier, widening it in the process, hitting Dantalion who was covered in white, thorny scales.
Silverish blue and golden light illuminated the world, blinding even those who were fighting far away from them. Silence filled the world as the light bathed the organisms in Basil’s domain, bringing terror to Demons and comfort to those who sided with her.
The light died down after ten seconds. It was the longest ten seconds for everyone. Some had it good meanwhile others had it bad. It was a nightmare and also a utopia; it depends on which spectacle one saw the event through.
The battlefield turned silent as the battle stopped. The Demons and Monsters attacking the army dropped dead as soon as the light died down, leaving the people baffled and amazed.
They turned to Dantalion to spectate his battle with their leader but found him no longer looking like a human. He had a goat-like skull covered by thin, white skin. His body was slender and covered with white, thorny scales. There was a white spike on each of his shoulders that was twice longer than his neck. His tail was frolicking in the air as it hissed menacingly.
Dantalion looked traumatizingly repulsive. The aura he was exuding, which could be felt from where the army was, made his entire appearance the more horrifying. He became even more repulsive the moment he grinned. The moment he showed them his two rows of long sharp teeth, no one could stop themselves from gulping nervously.
“Whew…it sucks being weak,” Xander muttered as he looked at the soul-shaking grin. “My mind is fine but my body is honest. I could face two Dungeon Masters at once by myself before yet now I am trembling before one. Shameful.”
“It’s not that we can defeat any of them alone anyway,” Cyrus, the burliest amongst the Pacifer’s senior servants retorted cynically yet humorously.
“That was indeed the case. We needed to gang up on one just to kill it.”
“Well, that side is also declining, so I think it will be fine.”
“Did you think that I was concerned about our Mistress?” Xander asked like he was talking to a mentally deranged person. “I was lamenting the fact that I couldn’t help her. I never doubt her prowess even once.”
BOOM!
Before Cyrus responded to Xander, Basil and Dantalion clashed. Basil swung Caliburn and Durendal, meanwhile, Dantalion swung his spear which also functioned as a Magic Staff. The clash blasted the air around them, creating a vacuum. When the air filled the vacuum, they distanced themselves.
As Basil summoned her other swords, Dantalion summoned his Monsters from the ground, which shouldn’t be possible because he was in Basil’s Domain. It was one of his Special Abilities, [Unbound], which allowed him to not be affected by any Art of his opponent’s that affected reality.
Rawr!
Kyaak!
The Monsters roared and shrieked menacingly. None of them was targeting Basil; they knew they wouldn’t stand a chance. They were targeting the army that they were sure they could beat. Naturally, this alerted the army.
“The Monsters are stronger now. All of them can hold their ground well against the Chimaera that Deacon tore to pieces,” Basil remarked. “This is not good. I will be occupied by this white bastard, so I won’t be able to always help them.”
Humming to herself as she looked at Dantalion who was sending a house-sized ball of Demonic Mana, she then muttered, “Should I use it?”
She swung Durendal, cutting the attack in two. She then immediately raised Caliburn to block Dantalion’s spear. For the first time, her hand was pushed back. It wasn’t much but it was still enough to make her frown.
She immediately ignored it, however, as she took out a palm-sized stone totem. She spun, throwing Dantalion to the other side of the sky before throwing the totem in the direction of the army.
The totem cut through the air faster than a Yellow Core Knight could run. The moment it landed on the ground, it grew as tall as seven metres and multiplied itself. In the blink of an eye, the front line was filled with gigantic statues. They had the face of a smiling devil and six arms, bringing chills to whoever saw them.
The Monsters faltered slightly yet regained their courage when they didn’t detect any movement from the statues. They regretted their decision soon, however; the statues butchered them with the scimitars in their hands. Seeing this, exhausted as they were, the army became more excited.
“Diabolical Warriors of Asura…I am surprised that you can even get that thing.”
“Oh, you can speak?” Basil remarked in genuine surprise. “I thought you had lost your sense of self.”
“Say, Heir of the Azure Dragon, can you tell what am I?”
“One of the old Dragons who betrayed its kin?”
Clatter!
Dantalion put more force on his spear, pushing Basil even more.
“I guess you can say that. Though, I am sure I never kill any of my kin.” Dantalion smirked. “Ah, do you even know what a Demon is? Don’t you think it is weird that a Demonic Dragon could be one of the Great Dukes of Hell, meanwhile, Dragons are said to have always lived in the Mortal World?”
“I don’t understand what you are talking about.”
“Ah, come on, dear. I know you know what I am talking about. You have realized it, haven’t you? Someone is pulling on the strings behind us, putting us through this whole scenario.”
Clank!
Shocking Dantalion, Basil threw him away. As soon as he recovered, Basil’s swords were heading toward him. He dodged a lot of them and parried some that he couldn’t; it took his attention away, so he didn’t notice the lightning bolt that was coming at him amidst the storm of swords.
Zap!
He roared when the lightning hit him. His emotion got the better of him, so he focused on locating Basil instead of dodging the swords attacking him. He found her flying above him. He immediately flew at her, failing to realize the swords were now revolving around the perimeter like a school of fish.
“I won’t kill you yet you shall become mine, Basil Pacifer! With your brilliant mind, we shall trample those laughing at us from the Heavenly Throne together.”
“No,” Basil replied simply and coldly as she brought her hand down.
At this moment, Dantalion realized something was wrong. He immediately stopped flying at Basil and looked around. This was the moment when he realized that he had been entrapped. The swords revolving around the perimeter were encased in True Light Magic that would shred him should he try to break through.
Laughing bitterly to himself, he pointed his staff at the golden gigantic sword falling on him and cast his strongest Curse in Dragon Language. He was fighting True Light Magic with Miasma.
The sword clashed with the shield that used to be able to negate Divinity. The two Energies clashed covering half of the world with light and the other half with darkness. No one could move as it happened. The pressure was too much to bear; even a lot of them lost consciousness.
When the darkness and light that separated the world disappeared, the world returned to normal–Basil’s Domain had dispersed. Sprawled on the ground was Dantalion who had lost the left side of his body.
“You know, your last words intrigued me. Our clash is nothing but the prelude to the war. I will face a lot of them in the future and I still lack people. What about becoming my pet?”
Blinking his eyes, Dantalion looked at Basil who was looking down at him. The said Pacifer had become manlier.
“I need your skill. I have Diabolical Warriors of Asura with me but they won’t be enough to fight my enemies.” Extending his hand, Basil continued, “What do you think about it?”
Dantalion smirked and then grasped Basil’s hand. “The Cycle has ended. You have become a man now, so…make me your woman and I shall agree!”
“Say that after you become one.”
“Deal!”
The battle ended with an unexpected result. Basil was gambling here yet his instinct was telling him that he had made a great choice.