BXBX NOVEL Chapter 147 Battle (III)
The scene was soul-chilling...like a cold bucket of water splashing directly on their soul.
That horrifying image branded itself in their minds, it is something that would truly haunt them for the rest of their lives.
It was hard to tell whether that was an illusion on not. It felt so real yet unreal at the same time. As horror gripped their hearts, every part of their instinct screamed at them to evade and run...
Run as far away from here as possible...there\'s no way for them to win against the man in front of them, he will kill them if they don\'t do something.
Such a feeling was like a primal fear...something that, theoretically, they would only feel when facing the wrath of their creators, yet it\'s what they felt from the White-Cloaked Reaper\'s attack.
What they saw, in truth, is just an illusion caused by the thin film of Death Energy oozing from Ashton\'s scythe.
Using the Virtue of Death, he can impose \'Certain Death\' on the so-called \'Immortals\'. After all, even though the Virtue of Death is only a glimpse of what truly is the Law of Death, it is still inexplicably a part of it.
This much is enough to completely bypass their False Immortality...
Ashton\'s scythe cleaved down mercilessly, leaving a horrible scar on the space in front of him. The thick stench of Death instantly permeated the surroundings. Causing the hearts of those who barely avoided it, to clench tightly.
Faced with the idea that they could truly die in this place, right here and right now, dampened the fighting spirit of the Angels and Demons.
And while the commanders of both camps managed to haul their asses away from the scythe\'s trajectory, those who were standing behind them, unfortunately, could not.
They were cleaved cleanly in half, and blood gushed out from their bodies, forming puddles on the ground. Something that the Bone Scythe didn\'t shy away from drinking.
Mournful groans and screams of death echoed in the Chaotic Warzone. The commanders stood and watched in horror as their comrades\' soul was greedily devoured by the foul weapon of the White-Cloaked Reaper.
Adul, the Cherub, their his best to save them but ultimately failed. His power didn\'t have any sort of effect on the situation. Neither did the Demons themselves were able to stop that from happening.
As they watched how the blood of their kind formed a sea trailing behind the scythe, they were alarmed when they realized that the White-Cloaked Reaper was gearing up for another attack.
They hurriedly used their moves, calling upon their titles and using their divine abilities to fend for themselves.
All of them faced horrible suppression due to the White-Cloaked Reaper\'s relentless attacks. Each time he swung that scythe, they could only evade and run away. There\'s no way they could defend against it since their defenses were a joke under the sharp edge of that wicked scythe.
If it were just that though, they\'d still be fine. After all, they were somewhat working together to resist him. It\'s one against many, so in that logic, they shouldn\'t find it difficult to deal with him.
Sadly though, that\'s not the only thing Ashton has going on for himself.
Aside from his overbearing and horrifying Bone Scythe, he also has the Mortal Reminder that he uses to cover his openings.
Salvo after salvo of bullets was launched, making this battle turn even more chaotic. Streaks of lights flew, explosions rocked the land and countless of deadly attacks were thrown one after another.
The leading forces of the Chaotic Warzone were thoroughly suppressed in all manner of ways. Little by little, their injuries were piling up and they became more and more miserable as time goes on.
It was such a puzzling thing for them...how can a single person have so much power? How was this guy able to do all of this by himself? It truly didn\'t make sense to them.
"Neon! We can\'t hold on! He\'s too strong! Have you contacted Apostle Matthew yet?" Joel asked while dodging yet another streak of light which nearly severed his head from his shoulders.
"I can\'t!" Neon looked wretched and panicked. "I have been trying but it\'s not going through!"
"What!?" Ulver was shocked.
"Hey, you all! Can you ask your Supervisor to come here? We need reinforcements!" Adul hollered at the Noble Demons.
"We can\'t either!" One of them replied, "I\'ve been trying to send a distress call but it isn\'t going through!"
"Shit!" Neon spat as he readied himself to evade once more.
A sharp crescent-shaped projectile passed by where they previously were, missing them by a hair\'s breadth.
Neon didn\'t speak, he just let out a string of curses inwardly...
He wasn\'t that stupid. He knows that somehow, the White-Cloaked Reaper anticipated this. And if he could realize this, the others could too.
"We\'re gonna die if this continues like this!" Adul stated, he sounded tired and panicked. "We have to do something!"
"Neon, go ahead and work with Demon Prince Tul. Find a way to locate whatever it is the White-Cloaked Reaper did to cut off our communication line. We will keep him busy."
"But--!"
"There are no buts!" Joel snarled at him, all of his eyes turning crimson as he glared at Neon. "You either do it or we all die!"
Neon gnashed his teeth as he spat: "Fine! Come here, you! Figure this out with me! I refuse to believe that a single person can deal with all of us!"
"You guys talk as if I don\'t exist..." Ashton chuckled in amusement while shaking his head.
But shockingly though, he did nothing to stop this from happening. He allowed Seraph Neon and Demon Prince Tul to retreat and find a way to send a distress signal to their Supervisors.
With two gone, Ashton faced against the remaining 7; three from the angel\'s side and four from the demon\'s side.
"Come, receive your death White-Cloaked Reaper!" Ulver roared in fury as his body writhed, bringing forth endless waves of agonized souls to swarm him.
Ashton snorted in disdain. He didn\'t even need to personally deal with the souls Ulver commanded. He just held out his palm and casted his Lv.60 Purify Spell to completely eradicate all of them in one go, much to the shock and horror of Ulver.
His Purify didn\'t stop there either, it also cleansed a wide area around them, getting rid of the corruption that stained it. This inevitably brought down the strength of both angels and demons by a notch.
Swiping the guns from their holster, he fired off a wave of salvo which left a burning trail of pure white flames on his surroundings, dousing everything with its scalding heat and cleansing properties.
Both the Angels and more importantly, the Demons, felt the suppression of those flames despite them not being close to it.
And just to even out the scale, lest this brings up the idea that he hated demons more than angels, he casted a string of Black Magic Spells which caused immense agony to the angels, this is to let them know that he both hated them equally.
The \'holy\' visage of 1st Sphere Angels was defiled by black tendrils that sprang from the ground, rooting them in place and preventing them from moving around, while the Demons felt the sickening \'cleanliness\' that repulsed their very existence.
Gripping his scythe once more, Ashton used Blink and appeared behind an unsuspecting demon while their busy trying to get rid of the problems he unleashed upon them.
"Shit! Gaol, duck!!"
"No-!!"
Sshkkt!!
Like a hot knife through butter, the edge of the scythe easily tore through the protective essence and tough flesh of the Demon Prince, he was cleaved diagonally from the left shoulder down to the right waist.
Ashton spun the scythe and also severed the head of the Demon Prince, catching it in the air as the demon\'s body collapsed lifelessly on the ground.
Demon Prince Goal\'s mouth still tried to utter words but had no voice. The last thing he saw, was the cold pair of heterochromatic eyes staring down at him.
As the warmth of life disappeared from his corpse, the Bone Scythe greedily devoured the demon\'s blood and the sea of white flames burned the corpse.
Others watched in horror as the reaper stored the head of the demon away before disappearing again from their sight...
At this point, nobody could blame them...
They have certainly tried their best. Alas, they were weak.
Honestly, they should\'ve known this from the very start. They could do a thing to him when there are still 9 of them so what could they do with just 7?
The White-Cloaked Reaper culled them one by one. It only got easier the more he killed.
Some tried to resist, others begged for mercy...yet none were spared. All were killed.
In the face of death, it didn\'t matter if they were low-class Angels or Demons, nor a high-ranking ones. Faced with the horror brought forth by the White-Cloaked Reaper, status did not matter.
As the sea of white flames drowned the Chaotic Warzone, Ashton raised his head and looked over to a certain spot. His eyes gleamed as he murmured:
"...it\'s just the two of you left."