NOVGO.NET Chapter 1142: Duel of Monsters
Chapter 1142: Duel of Monsters
The Fujimori lines staggered. Shouts of pain rose from their elites, most of whom managed to only wince and look at the ground in confusion instead of grabbing their privates, such was their fabled discipline and dedication to their cause.
But the shock of the pressurized water spears launching from the ground and hitting their leaders was more than enough for confusion to spread among all.
Captain Rynne did not hesitate, not even for a single second. The experienced woman saw the momentary break and drove straight into it, ready to exploit any and all opportunity she could get her hands on.
“Forward! With me!” she roared so strongly that her voice carried above the clash of steel. Her spear gleamed silver in her grip, thrusting and sweeping with precision that tore through armor and flesh alike. Each motion was clean, decisive, practiced from a lifetime on the battlefield. She cut down samurai in droves.
The sallying defenders rushed out behind her, following her lead. They had been on the back foot, considering the numerical advantage of the besiegers, straining under the iron discipline of the Fujimori. Now, with the enemy stumbling and groaning from a mysterious, humiliating strike, morale began to increase rapidly.
Rynne, understanding the paramount importance morale had in warfare, ensured she bolstered it even further. The woman knew exactly what she had to say.
“You all know whose hand moves beneath us! This is the work of Devil! You don’t have to fear being hit, he’s the greatest Vesper Phenom we’ve ever seen! He’s on our side!”
The name carried weight now, after his previous display with the rolling hills and teleportation spells.
Devil, the terrifying mage whose powers bent natural law.
A monster, yes, but their monster. And that was all that mattered. That was what made their hearts swell with hope. Having a person whose existence they couldn’t comprehend was scary and intimidating. But if he fought alongside them, attacking their enemies and making their job easier?
Soldiers roared as the fear in their bellies twisted into exhilaration. To fight with such a being at their side felt like a blessing. The lines of the Fujimori began being pushed back against the renewed assault.
But the enemy was not so easily crushed.
“Out of my way!”
A thunderclap tore across the battlefield as a man released a guttural scream.
General Ryonosuke, the Mad Dog of the Fujimori, descended. His glaive was already red with blood, his bare arms bulging with popping muscle, his eyes wild. He smashed into Rynne’s charge like a falling star sent by the Goddess herself. In the midst of his descent, his blade carved a path that sent bodies flying.
The two commanders met at the center of the chaos, and the battlefield shuddered from their clash.
Steel rang, sparks exploded, and the ground cratered under the weight of their strikes. Rynne’s spear moved with ruthless discipline, stabbing for gaps, keeping her distance, each thrust backed with mana that turned her weapon into a mix of utmost devastation and precision.
“[Piercing Sun]!” she shouted, making her spear lunge forward with impossible speed while the tip glowed with fiery energy. It greatly damaged the captain’s armor so much so that she nearly skewered Ryonosuke’s chest. Blood sprayed, but the barbarian only grinned wider.
His glaive howled as he spun it in a murderous arc. “Haaah! [Frenzied Cleave of the Mad]!”
The attack split the earth itself, and in its wake, a shockwave erupted that hurled the men and women standing behind Rynne off their feet and threw them high into the skies. The weaker ones died before their feet were even lifted from the face of Thalorind.
Both captains were calamities in human form. Each strike was not a duel, but a disaster that left corpses in its wake.
Around them, volleys of spells rained down from both the defending and attacking mages; fireballs bursting in the air, ice lances streaking across the front, while defensive turrets from the stronghold spat bolts of enchanted steel. Archers loosed storms of arrows, having too easy a time to hit their targets in the cluster of bodies.
But even with the interference of the backline, none could approach too close to the duel without paying with their life.
Rynne pressed forward through it all with sweat and blood streaking her face. Her spear snapped upward, batting the glaive aside before she thrust again, forcing Ryonosuke back a step.
She smirked. “So this is the infamous Mad Dog of the Fujimori? All I saw earlier was a dumb barbarian chasing after Devil and his women like some rabid hound. The sight was quite comical.”
Instead of rage or shame, Ryonosuke barked out laughter. His teeth shone red, his eyes gleamed with mania.
“Ha! You’re not wrong, strong woman! I chased them like a dumb dog and didn’t catch a damn thing! I was angry, but now I don’t care!”
His glaive roared as it came down in a two-handed arc, cutting through all that stood before him with a force that split the dirt and air alike. “Because this is better! [Raging Beast’s Howl]!”
The shockwave that followed blasted apart numerous defenses, carving a trench across the battlefield. Soldiers were ripped off their feet, some crushed under collapsing earth, others skewered by stray spears or arrows as formations collapsed around the two titans.
“I am the Mad Dog!” he screamed with manic eyes as blood poured from a new wound on his side. “And nothing fits me more than tearing into strong opponents like you! This is what I live for!”
He lunged and began releasing a flurry of blows. Rynne met him blow for blow, with her spear weaving both offensive and defensive spells. Her counter-thrusts stabbed into his flesh even as his wild swings carved gashes into her armor and skin.
Both bled, neither slowed. Each strike grew heavier, more reckless. The environment around them, both humans and Mother Nature, was torn to shreds.
The battlefield spiraled into chaos once again due to the mighty general’s arrival. He alone was enough to restore the battlefield.
Soldiers were crushed underfoot, lines broken, support spells scattering. It was not a battle anymore; it was a maelstrom centered on two warriors too strong for the armies around them to contain.
And then, as they both reeled back for their next devastating clash, the earth itself rumbled.
The tremor rolled beneath their feet just before a deep growl sounded from the ground that promised something far worse was about to emerge.
Both generals froze for only a fraction of a second, eyes narrowing, before striking again as the world shifted beneath them.
The ground split open, and a deafening roar of pressure followed as Devil burst through the soil right behind Ryonosuke. His body shimmered with liquid light due to having shifted into Tide Stance before launching the pressurized water spears. This was an Elemental Stance, a form of his Harbinger of Aeons class that wrapped him in the steady flow of mana. Due to increased Magic stats, his spells hit with greater force.
The ground bursting open was enough to send Fujimori’s soldiers sprawling due to the dirt beneath their boots crumbling.
But that wasn’t all.
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