YM778.TV Chapter 641: The Battlefield of the Gods
Chapter 641: The Battlefield of the Gods
No one knew if the Archangels also had the same hierarchy. However, there was one thing that everyone was certain of, even the weakest Archangel was not someone that they could dare to treat recklessly.
“Get into the defensive formation…!” Alexander shouted hurriedly as the Archangel, or to be exact, Beyond the Heavens’ Shield Elpis, landed and swung his Archangel’s Sword that was covered in bright light.
[Archangel’s Fury]
The bright light that covered the sword burst out and turned into thousands of lightning strikes that fell down from the skies.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack—
Elpis just looked like Zeus, the strongest, greatest and most omnipotent god, in Greek mythology! Thousands of lightning strikes, which looked like spider webs, fell down and killed hundreds of God-class players before they could even form a defensive formation.
“This is crazy…!”
The Archangel was also insanely strong. Who the hell was the person that they were fighting against?!
“Absolute Monarch Richard…?” One of the players murmured.
Indeed. The very first person that came to their mind was the Absolute God Class and the God of Monarchs, Absolute Monarch Richard. But then, a man, whose face was covered with the hood of a shabby robe, stepped forward and said, “It’s not me.”
“…!”
It was Richard. Richard had refrained from joining the battle and opted to watch the flow of the war in the Battlefield of the Gods from the sidelines quietly.
Alexander gulped dryly and asked, “Then, who the hell is it…”
“The more pressing matter is stopping him, right?”
That was the truth. The Archangel that descended just now did not exert as much power as the Spear God earlier. But with every swing of the Archangel’s sword, hundreds of lightning bolts would sweep away their allies.
“I think Alexander should lead the close combat God-class players and stop them.”
“But as I am now…”
“God of Buffs Rogal, can you please cast the ‘Prayer of the Uninterrupted’ on Alexander and the other close combat God-class players?”
“Of course.”
The Prayer of the Uninterrupted was a power that allowed the overlap of an additional buff on top of their other buffs, just like how Rogal himself could overlap buffs on himself. The first to receive the ‘Prayer of the Uninterrupted’ was Alexander, the most famous among the God-class players. Then, not long after, letters appeared in the skies and fluttered down on the bodies of Alexander and the other close combat God-class players.
[You have received the Absolute Monarch’s Stigma. All of your stats have increased by 23%!]
[You have received the Absolute Monarch’s Stigma. All of your skills’ level have increased by +2!]
“…So this is an Absolute God class?” Alexander murmured as another man covered in black robe stepped forward and took off the hood covering his face, which caused a greater commotion than Richard’s appearance.
“Akhan…?”
“Crazy Tyrant Akhan?”
“Akhan is fighting on our side too?”
Akhan looked up at God coldly. He had been in seclusion for a long time after being forced to log out several times by Minhyuk. Of course, he was not just simply playing during that time. He put in a lot of effort to get attention once again and gain resources to get revenge on the Food God.
In the first place, Akhan was not only a genius developer, but also a genius gamer. His appearance, along with Richard, was enough to boost their morale.
It was not only them. The top rankers from each country, the very same rankers that were watching the situation, began to announce their presence. Many of them had participated as ‘Kings’ during the Battle of Thrones. There were also some that dominated the world.
This had become a situation where they could not care about gaining an advantage over each other to gain higher contribution points to become a True God or change into a God class. As things stood, they had to bring God down. In other words, they had started to truly unite and fight alongside one another. Richard did not really like Akhan, but he still gave him his Absolute Monarch’s Stigma.
“Heuuuuup…” Akhan inhaled as the power surged through his veins before exhaling, “Fwaaaaaaa.”
He looked as if he was drunk, his expression turning scary and horrifying as he cackled by himself, “Then, all I have to do is kill those Divine Army troops, right?”
“What the… Akhan, do not act on your own. We have to fight together to make this possible…”
“Shut up. Go and stop that Archangel and God. If we continue on dilly-dallying like this then he might just summon another guy. Don’t you think so?” Akhan said, walking forward.
However, something surprising happened. A man appeared by his right side and walked together with him. This man was none other than the Kingdom of Dead’s King, Death. On his right stood Golden Mage Ali.
Akhan grinned as if he found everything amusing. But Death and Ali just looked at him coldly while saying…
“I’m not going to fight beside you because I like you.”
“I’m doing this because I believe we will lose if we don’t go together.”
They were going to fight alongside their hated enemy. After all, this was not the time for them to discuss who was good or bad. They had to prevent God from summoning more envoys.
[Akhan, Death, and Ali are joining forces.]
[This is the strongest and the best combination that we have ever seen in our lives! The best summoner, the best necromancer, and the best mage!]
[It’s a pity that we can only see this combination in the Battlefield of the Gods.]
Then, Death said, “Don’t try to mess with me.”
“Fufufufufufufu!”
At the same time, the Archangel flew to the skies and released another burst of power.
Rumbleeeeeeee—
Dozens of lightning appeared as the Archangel wielded his sword and struck the three people.
“Barrier.”
[Crazy! It only took less than a second for a barrier to appear!]
[The barrier appeared even before the lightning struck their bodies! As expected of Golden Mage Ali!]
In just an instant, a gigantic barrier appeared and covered the body of the three people, protecting them from lightning strikes. And amidst the thick cloud of dust that bloomed from the attack, a huge being soared to the skies, accompanied by a notification that shook the entire world.
“Kihyeeeeeeeck!”
[Black Dragon Vormon has emerged!]
Vormon was the most powerful and the most fearsome dragon in the history of dragonkind. And the being standing above him? Crazy Tyrant Akhan. While he was in hiding, Akhan found a way to make Black Dragon Vormon into his own summon. And that was not all. He also found the heart of an ancient dragon and transplanted it into Black Dragon Vormon’s body. And now, Black Dragon Vormon had become far more powerful than he was in the past.
Death, who stood on top of a bone dragon, and Ali, who stood on top of the Predatory Snake, rose to the skies next to Akhan.
“Kihyeeeeeeeeck!”
Then, the best and strongest combination that anyone would ever witness began their attack. Hundreds of AOE magical attacks appeared around Vormon’s body, while Ali cast higher-tiered magical attacks in the sky, like Meteor and the likes.
Blink—
When Black Dragon Vormon blinked, the hundreds of AOE magical attacks rained down upon the ground. Meanwhile, in the sky above, Golden Mage Ali slammed his staff down and let loose the Meteors on God.
Rumbleeee—
They did not even stop there. Ali placed his hands on Death’s shoulder and said, “Mass Teleport.”
Even if they pretended that they were not aware, the two were very much familiar with their opponent. The same was true the other way around. In a flash of light, Death and Ali appeared on the ground where the Divine Army troops were, and Death immediately summoned the Kingdom of Death.
Clack, clack, clack, clack—
Undead began to appear, their bones clacking as the Kingdom of Death rose from the ground. Then, Ali used Mass Teleport once again to bring Death and himself out of harm’s way.
“Keuaaaaaaaack!”
“Aaaaaaaaaack!”
“Kghhhk!”
It only took a few seconds. But in those few seconds, the cheering Divine Army troops had been brought down to the point that they could only scream and shriek.
At the same time, Alexander, together with the world-renowned rankers, was trying to push back the Spear God. They were the players with the best control in the world. Although the power of the Envoy of the Spear had transcended the human realm, they were people that had received the Absolute Monarch’s Stigma, on top of another set of buffs. Amidst the chaos, Alexander was given the time to gather his power.
Whenever the Envoy of the Spear tried to thrust his spear at their vital points, Ali would use Diss and stop him from doing so. Ali even saw a window of opportunity to use another of his magic.
[The God of Magic’s Shackles.]
[You can restrict your opponent’s movements for two seconds!]
Two rings made of golden light moved swiftly and bound the Envoy of the Spear’s arms and legs, tying them together for two seconds. Two seconds was a very short time, but on the battlefield, that was already a very long time.
Just when the God-class players tried to move and attack the Spear God together, the Archangel descended from the skies.
Baaaaaaang—
The Archangel was immediately swept away by dozens of explosions the moment he landed on the ground. This was Black Dragon Vormon’s explosion magic. Of course, there was no way that Vormon would just sit back and watch the Archangel do what he wanted.
In the first place, the number of God-class players and antagonists far surpassed the number of the Divine Army troops under God. This was the difficulty that God, his envoys, and his Divine Army had to endure and surpass.
Without any hesitation, Ali spread his palms and said, “Compress.”
‘Grandpa Ben, Elpis. I’m sorry. But I also want to become a True God.’
Ali smiled bitterly. He also wanted to become stronger. With Ali’s words, the Archangel and the Spear God were gathered together in one place. Without missing a beat, Alexander cast the spell, which power he was gathering earlier.
“Splitting God.”
The name might sound weird and funny. but the power that it displayed was far beyond anyone’s imagination. A 50 meter long sword made of light created by the skill would deal an additional 8,000% damage to whoever or whatever it made contact with.
The Envoy of the Spear and the Archangel were both cut down by the sword made of light.
“Kghhk…!”
“Keheok!”
A black figure suddenly passed by Alexander just when the two groaned in pain. The figure was none other than Black Dragon Vormon with a huge breath brewing in his mouth.
Alexander was very confident that this fight would be over once those two envoys died. After all, the combination of Ali, Death, and Akhan would not let God gain enough contribution to summon another envoy.
‘We wo…!’
However, before Alexander could rejoice, the loud sound of the earth trembling rang in his ears.
Thuuuuuuuuuuud—
“Kihyeeeeeeeeeeeck!” Black Dragon Vormon shrieked, half of his neck almost cut off. Right in front of him stood a man bathed in bright light, protecting the Archangel and the Envoy of Spear.
[God does not approve of his envoys getting hurt!]
[God will now give punishment to those that have dared to attack his envoys!]
[God has entered the battlefield!]
[Warning!!!]
[God is a being whose powers you cannot dare to fathom or measure!]
[Warning!!!]
[Please do not fight against God!]
A sharp glint flashed in God’s eyes as he glared at the struggling Black Dragon Vormon. Then, he pointed his sword at Vormon and said, “Get lost.”
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!