Hero of Darkness-Novel

Chapter 653 The Recap

After Oliver made an Overkill strike, straight up nuking his enemy and killing the first stage saint tank snakekin with a single shot… the 6th member of the Hero's Party fell in battle.

Now, only 2 of them remained but unlike the others… both of these individuals were the strongest members of the entire party. Each one was a rank higher than their respective opponents. While Kahn faced Axel in the middle of the battlefield… there was an intense battle happening at the western end of this 50 kilometers wide isolation barrier where the entire battlefield was crumbled and scattered.

Clang!!

Clang!!

A two meter tall firebornes black trident clashed against a curved blade held by a swordsman.

Sparks flew in the air as their weapons clashed against each other from time to time.

[Dammit!! Garakh also died… this leaves only me and the Hero of Fire.

Who the hell are these people and why are they so strong?!] cursed Azerog, the trident user fireborne who was also a 4th stage saint.

Based on his rank and levels, his attack range was 20 kilometers at minimum and his senses were heightened to the point he could sense everything within the 40 kilometers radius if he used all his skills. Thus, he was completely aware of what was happening on all the battlefields.

First, it was Tamak. The 2nd stage berserker saint, one of the strongest fighters of the group... was mercilessly killed by a human saint who suddenly transformed and grew two red horns on his head. To his memory, this human was only a 1st stage saint with the Berserker class as well but still managed to completely overwhelm a veteran warrior like Tamak.

Second, it was Rodan. He was a wind elemental mage with a plethora of skills and an expert in long-range attacks while having the ability to escape easily if there came a need. Yet, he was killed by an earth elemental tank who had the disadvantage in terms of elemental attribute, range of abilities and offensive skills.

The Dark elf mage was trapped like a bird in a cage by his opponent using the sand and stones of the battlefield and had his head bashed by the enemy's shield, dying a horrifying death.

Third, it was Mikaela. A 2nd stage archer who was an expert of the group in long-range and rapid attack skills and probably had the most agility and dexterity if he excluded himself and hero of fire based on her species and class.

Not only was her opponent an assassin who lacked long-range attacks but he was also completely exposed, losing the advantage of hiding and making a sneak attack to kill off the enemy. On top of it… he was only a 1st stage saint assassin at that.

The obvious result should've been Mikaela poking a hundred holes in his body but instead… her opponent killed her by stabbing his daggers through her head and heart, giving her a swift and helpless death in the end.

Fourth, it was Edna. The 2nd stage succubus enchantress, who was also the best support member of the entire party and had mastered 5 elements along with the study of extremely powerful magic formations. However, her fate was worse than the first four people's.

Somehow, a mage who could use the forbidden dark magic turned out to be her opponent. Not only this mage could use the dark magic spells and cast barriers… he could somehow absorb Edna's attacks and replenish his own world energy and mana reserves.

And finally, he summoned a massive black book and chains, instantly increasing his strength that even dwarfed that of Edna. In the end, those chains plunged themselves into Edna's worn-out body and tore her into 7 pieces. The once beautiful and entrancing succubus who had millions of admirers throughout the Vulcan empire was ripped apart and died a brutal death.

Fifth, it was Volka. Although Azerog found him weak and someone with a cowardly mentality… he had not expected him to die at the hands of a Healer.

But this Healer was an oddity who could make wood elemental creatures from plant life. Making Volka lose his advantage in range and defense after how he was surrounded by thousands of enemies from both ground and the sky. Azerog noticed how Volka had his life force drained out of his body, something he never saw a healer capable of doing before.

Sixth, it was Garakh. Azerog had a good impression of the snakekin because he was not only strong but had plenty of defensive skills along with great experience. In the past five years, Garakh had proven his worth many times already.

Yet, the main tank of their party died a death that wasn't even worth pitying. Although Azerog couldn't sense what was happening inside the battlefield created by Oliver that was filled with typhoons, windblades and lightning bolts… he could feel the power of the massive 50 meters long lightning bolt this archer summoned.

In front of his killer shot… their strong and dependable tank died instantly despite using all of his skills and protection barrier. That in itself was a testament to how strong this killer move was.

The 4th stage saint now came to realize that although his party members were strong in a group battle… they were weak individually after being separated by these saints from the enemy side.

Azerog himself wanted to charge in and help them… However, this opponent of his who appeared to be a 3rd stage saint instantly blocked his way, stopping him from helping any of his teammates.

"Why do I feel like none of them are normal?

Their abilities and skills can't be explained by normal reasoning. And their bloodlines and auras are completely strange as well.

It's as if they're not saints but some kind of monsters." thought Azerog.

[And on top of it… why the hell is this bastard so strong and fast despite me being a rank higher than him?

I'm supposed to be 5 times stronger than him but he's equally matching me in every aspect.] wondered the opponent as he looked at his enemy who appeared a kilometer away after their recent exchange.

Azerog gave an incredulous look to his enemy whose most of the upper body full of abs and ripped muscles was exposed.

A man with waist-length silver hair, having eyes that had red iris in them while the right arm of his was pitch black, resembling that of some kind of demonic creature.

He wore only gauntlets and white straps on his arms and loose pants that didn't hinder his movements in the slightest.

"Let's have a Duel…" just then, his opponent aka Omega challenged him with a smile on his face.

BOOM!!

An oppressive aura filled the battlefield after he took out the 2nd katana that Throk forged for him.

Omega was now dual wielding his katanas for the first time in a battle and his voice reverberated in the surroundings as he continued his words.

"To the death."