Blacksmith of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1195: Purple Bloom(2)

---Above Delta---

The skies above raged a chaotic battle. Asterion was a spinning top, turning into a disc of death with the Sacrilegious Labrys in his hands. Although Puffles and Tatzel were keeping the necromancer busy with a massive back and forth of great magics, the hordes of creatures pouring out from Piotr and the portal above were sheer unending.

There were so many that even Iego and Puffles' periodical ringing of the bells barely helped alleviate the pressure on the cow. The Minotaur lacked AOE skills. He only had his great physique and weapon.

His only hope was for Tatzel and Puffles to end their fight and help him... or someone else to come and help him. He wasn't picky, as long as someone helped before he ran out of steam. For now, he actually held hopes.

From the glimpses he managed to catch of the flashy battle above, it seemed that the two pets of Seth actually had the upper hand in the fight with the legendary lich. Especially Puffles was raging and hollering, as he kept unleashing waves of holy energy to hurt the lich.

~ It's over now, you bony waste!~ he heard the Ivicer announce and the giant pillar of scorching light descended onto the world again. The last time, it had eradicated two bone dragons and part of the enemy army.

Asterion watched in fascination, as the pillar's power was concentrated onto the undead lich. Even more incredible was that the legend seemed to resist it! Inside the pillar was a tiny dark shadow and maybe his eyes betrayed him, but he seemed to see a slight purple glow inside, contrasting with the golden light.

---Outside of Delta---

“Alright! Whoa Black Batty, bam-ba-lam Go Black Batty, bam-ba-lam~”

Amidst the mess of entangled necks and snakeheads, the black bat reignited in flames and Heads, the hydra giant began wildly crushing the skulls or slamming the body, where all the hydra's heads connected.

Despite Rayki's efforts and the title that improved damage against Hydras, the fight was a losing battle. Heads just barely managed to contain the legend thanks to its overwhelming attributes as a golem. However, Heads were only lv.151, while it was facing a full-fledged undead legend.

Rayki tried his best to analyze the situation- The biggest problem was that the opponent was actually undead. Unlike a living Hydra, the burning of the stumps couldn't stop the regeneration of the heads, only slow it down.

It was like a Lich, which could regenerate its body as long as the Phylactery was intact. The question was, what was its Phylactery? An immortal head, buried somewhere? A core in its body? or maybe it was somewhere completely different?

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The only way to end this was probably either using Holy Magic, or death magic, the problem was that Rayki and Heads had neither. Unlike Hellion, they couldn't use an elemental advantage to overcome the level gap.

The situation looked bad and then the hydra began glowing with a purple aura. The dozens of heads it had grown so far, became faster and faster as they bit and tore at heads. It looked bad but became worse.

...

His arms felt like they were being ripped out of their joints, as he was holding onto the wings of the skeleton below him. Hellion couldn't fathom how it could have so much strength without any muscle or sinew in its body.

Or how it was still moving so wildly, despite him putting his full weight into immobilizing the ancient dragon skeleton. The energy of his five cores was relentlessly fueled into the holy aura of Helion, who had blessed his existence.

Dark smoke was ceaselessly rising as the divine power neutralized the dragon's unholy power, but it was like water vapor rising from the sea. The ocean below him never even slowed its raging, much less did it seem to diminish.

The bronze giant relied on the power of his body and the skills that appeared in his mind to wrestle the wild stallion below him to a standstill. Suddenly, the dragon skeleton reared up again, He instinctively tightened the hold on its wing and forelegs, only to suffer a heavy impact on his back, when the dragon threw itself against a nearby mountain stump.

Just where was this power coming from? Hellion was sure to be heavier than the whole skeleton, yet the dragon threw him around, despite not having any muscle or flesh. If this was how it wanted to play- His legs tightened around the skeleton's lower spine and Hellion started to pull, bending the dragon's spine backward.

He roared as the dragon fell back over. Acting as a weight and anchor he immobilized it again. This was their constant back and forth. The only part the colossus of Rhodes had to be careful of was the giant beast's maw and breath.

However, things began to change when the rotten bones under his grasp started emitting a purple glow. The beast's forelegs, which he had kept locked together with its wing, suddenly bent backward and clobbered his head. He didn't feel pain, but the force was so great, he loosened his hold.

All its joints began bending in an unnatural way and it used an unforeseen power to finally throw him off. Hellion revived a heavy kick and was thrown against the edge of a beheaded mountain. Slightly bedraggled he got up, leaning against the mountain slope.

For the first time, he stood eye to eye with the dragon skeleton. The size comparison was like an average human facing a massive bear. An unfamiliar feeling grew in his stomach, he felt a little queasy, suddenly facing the dangerous end of the dragon.

The dragon was enveloped in purple light, almost resembling flames, making it look as if it had a body of light. He imagined to see a dangerous glint in its eyes. He felt queasy, insecure, maybe even frightened, but an instinct from the depth of his conscience told him that he could back down now.

Hellion was facing a predator, running was his doom. In a fluid motion, exerting exquisite speed, he delivered a perfect punch to the skull's jaw, throwing the dragon off. What he had to do now was attacking and never stopping to do so.

He followed up on the punch with a flying knee, straight to the top of the head. In that moment he took hold of the dragon's right horn and reached the leg over the snout. Using his knee, Hellion clamped the dragon maw shut.

He pushed off with his right foot, using his whole weight to twist the head. The body followed, bringing them both back to the ground. However, the objective had changed. He wasn't buying time, but fighting for his life.

Partially seated on the head, holding the maw closed with his legs, he held onto the horn with his left and started driving his fist at the base of the dragon skull. Roaring like a madman, over and over, with speed and power like a steam hammer he attacked the beast.

So what if it nullified 80% of his attack? He just has to hit it five times more often then! The sound of the bronze fist pounding the dragon's skull and neck echoed across the mountain range and was heard as loud in Delta as it was at the place where Natina stood.

The heavy strikes became the beat of the changing battlefield.

...

“Things aren't looking too swell. Are you sure it isn't time to go, yet?” Cromwel asked concerned. The huge number of undead had appeared, storming toward Delta, all clad in the same purple glow. If they joined the current siege...

“... it is not time, yet.” the golem repeated, though he seemed a little less certain about it. Cromwel noticed that the golem knight quickly stepped away, to report the situation to Minas Mar.