Hitman With A Badass System-Novel

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Despite the torment inflicted upon him by the two god-killing arrows, Michael's indomitable will and resilience shone through. With a surge of strength, he gripped Noah by the neck, his fingers tightening around the vulnerable flesh. In an act of defiance, he headbutted Noah with a resounding thud, followed by a swift kick to the chest that propelled Noah through the sky, his body hurtling away from the battlefield.

"I am sorry, teacher,"

With Olivia trembling in fear before him, Michael's gaze bore into her, a mixture of anger and disappointment etched across his blood-streaked face. Olivia stammered an apology, her voice trembling as she struggled to find the right words. The weight of her betrayal weighed heavily upon her, overshadowed by the impending threat to her life.

In the midst of the chaos, Gaya, the relentless Naga warrior, fought against the enhanced gravity, her fierce determination allowing her to defy its oppressive force. Though her attempts to ascend into the sky were met with resistance, she refused to yield, her determination unyielding.

Meanwhile, the two god-killing arrows embedded within Michael's body began to emit a radiant glow, their power sapping away his strength. The intensity of their radiance mirrored the diminishing might of the Dark Lord, causing Noah to launch himself at Michael once more. Yet, this time, Michael's agility proved superior as he deftly evaded Noah's punch, delivering a stinging slap across Noah's face that left him disoriented.

"I don't want your sorry. I want your life," Michael growled menacingly at Olivia, his grip on her neck tightening, cutting off her air supply. Desperation flooded her eyes as her legs thrashed in a futile attempt to free herself from his grasp.

As Olivia's life hung in the balance, Noah unleashed a brilliant beam of light, infused with his waning strength, directly at Michael's chest. The unexpected attack struck true, accompanied by the piercing pain of a third god-killing arrow that pierced Michael's back. Michael's gaze shifted, his eyes slowly taking in the sight of Sabrina, tears streaming down her face as she stood before him.

"I had no choice," Sabrina murmured through her sorrow, her voice laced with regret and sadness. The collective forces of the Skyhall angels and Noah's army, witnessing the fading power of the Dark Lord, were filled with renewed hope and anticipation. With the third god-killing arrow embedded within his form, Michael plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground below, leaving behind a gaping crater as testament to the immense power unleashed in their final confrontation.

Upon Michael's impact with the ground, the chaotic forces that had distorted gravity returned to normal. Gaya and Eve wasted no time, swiftly closing in on Michael's fallen form.  However, their advance was met with opposition as a group of Skyhall angels encircled them, their determination evident. Just as the situation seemed dire, a monstrous being materialized behind the Skyhall angels, a grotesque creature composed of pulsating blood. With a vicious lunge, the beast attacked, attempting to overpower the encircling angels.

In that crucial moment, Saber landed between Eve and the encircling angels, taking a defensive stance.

"Go to the Dark Lord!" Saber commanded Eve, his voice filled with determination as he prepared to fend off the advancing Skyhall angels.

Sabrina and Olivia, their eyes filled with tears, witnessed the descent of the Dark Lord with heavy hearts. For Olivia, the Dark Lord had been a mentor who had nurtured her talents in alchemy, shaping her into the accomplished five-star alchemist she had become.

For Sabrina, he was not only a brother to Noah but also a brother to her. Yet, she had been compelled to betray him, wielding the god-killing arrow to protect her family.

The Skyhall angels, observing the rapid decline of the Dark Lord's power from the Half Celestial stage to the Immortal stage, recognized the opportunity to strike. With the god-killing arrows still embedded within his body, the Dark Lord's strength waned with each passing moment. Seizing the moment, a several Skyhall angels and beastmen surged forward, their fervor undeterred. The undead army and the vampires, loyal to their lord, rallied to defend him, creating a chaotic clash of forces.

Even as the undead army and vampires moved to defend their lord, a fraction of the Skyhall angels and beastmen managed to breach the defenses.

Together, they unleashed a barrage of powerful spells, their combined forces converging upon Michael with lethal intent. The air crackled with unleashed energy as the spells surged towards their target, seeking to overwhelm the weakened Dark Lord.

As the Skyhall angels and beastmen closed in on the fallen Dark Lord, they unleashed their devastating spells with a fierce determination. Blazing orbs of fire streaked through the air, exploding upon impact and engulfing the surroundings in searing flames. Arcs of lightning crackled and danced, striking the ground with electrifying force. Spears of ice materialized in mid-air, hurtling towards their target with deadly precision.

Yet, as the onslaught of spells descended upon the Dark Lord, a pale blue shield manifested around him. This shield shimmered with a protective aura, absorbing the majority of the spells' destructive power. It flickered with resilience, deflecting the onslaught and mitigating the damage inflicted upon the wounded Dark Lord.

Simultaneously, the Skyhall angels and beastmen who managed to reach the Dark Lord engaged in close-quarters combat. Their blades clashed with his armor, creating sparks that illuminated the darkened battlefield. The Skyhall angels, with their celestial wings, swooped down, delivering swift strikes with their celestial blades. The beastmen, with their fierce strength and agility, lunged and pounced, attempting to overwhelm the weakened Dark Lord.

Amidst the chaotic clash, the Dark Lord evaded some of the attacks with fluid grace, swiftly parrying and countering their advances. His movements, though impaired by the god-killing arrows lodged within him, carried a lingering threat. With each strike, he fought back, retaliating with a combination of brute force and calculated precision. His strikes were swift and accurate, as if driven by a primal instinct to survive.

However, some attacks managed to breach the Dark Lord's defenses, finding their mark upon his vulnerable form. His armor, stained with his own blood, offered diminishing protection as his strength waned. Each blow intensified the pain coursing through his body, threatening to sap his remaining vitality.

Amidst the chaotic clash, the voices of the Skyhall angels and beastmen echoed through the battlefield.

"Press the attack! He's weakening!"ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

"Strike harder! Don't let him recover!"

"He cannot withstand our combined might!"

As the battle reached its climax, Noah, consumed by pure rage, unleashed a barrage of catastrophic spells. Chains of radiant light materialized beside him, shooting forth with incredible speed to ensnare the Dark Lord. Simultaneously, a majestic winged lion, forged from pure light, materialized and lunged at Michael with fierce determination. The third spell Noah conjured resembled Michael's devastating meteor spell, but instead of fiery projectiles, Noah summoned three spheres of scorching light enveloped in radiant flames. The combined force of these spells struck Michael simultaneously, causing a tremendous explosion that sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. The resulting dust storm engulfed the area, obscuring the view and disorienting both armies.

Seizing the opportunity, Noah summoned the remaining god-killing arrows, a manifestation of his determination to end the Dark Lord's life. Hands made of brilliant light materialized around Noah, each grasping a god-killing arrow. With the arrows in his possession, Noah descended from the sky, his intent clear—to deliver the final blow to the Dark Lord.

Amidst the chaos, a sudden explosion of lightning illuminated the battlefield where Eve was locked in combat. Witnessing the overwhelming assault on her best friend, the Dark Lord, Eve's fury ignited within her. Her anger transformed into an intense surge of power as she leaped into the air, descending upon the ground with her hammer poised to strike. The resulting shockwave sent her adversaries hurtling through the air, their bodies flung aside with great force. Meanwhile, Saber, leading his vampire forces, charged at the surrounding Skyhall angels and beastmen, proving himself to be an exceptionally formidable opponent. With every drop of blood he consumed, Saber's strength and speed increased exponentially, turning him into an unstoppable force on the battlefield.

On the other hand, Gaya surged forward like an unstoppable force, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake. Her ferocity knew no bounds as she tore through the ranks of the Skyhall angels and beastmen, their bodies no match for her ruthless onslaught. Limbs were ripped apart, and the ground became drenched in a macabre display of blood and shattered wings. The piercing cries of Gaya's victims reverberated across the battlefield, a haunting testament to her unrestrained power.

However, as Gaya neared the area where Noah's spells had struck, Noah clenched his hands together, conjuring a luminous orb of light. The pulsating sphere radiated with escalating energy, growing more potent with each passing moment. With a swift motion, Noah hurled the orb toward Gaya, and upon impact with the ground, it erupted in a cataclysmic explosion.

Witnessing the devastating attack on her dear friend, Eve's heartache transformed into an eruption of anger. She sprinted toward Gaya, her voice roaring with defiance. But the Skyhall angels capitalized on the distraction, converging upon Eve from all directions. Despite her valiant struggles, the numbers overwhelmed her as twenty to thirty Skyhall angels and beastmen closed in, forcibly subduing her. Their grip tightened, rendering her powerless against their combined strength.

In a calculated move, the Skyhall angels conjured a swirling vortex of chakra, positioning it directly above Eve's head. The chakra spun rapidly, releasing wisps of smoke that entered Eve's consciousness, rendering her unconscious and silencing her defiance.

As the smoke dissipated, the battered figure of the Dark Lord stood before them. His armor was in tatters, splattered with his own blood. His weary eyes struggled to stay open, his wavering stance indicating his impending collapse. It was a sight that conveyed the toll of the battle upon him. However, Noah seized the opportunity, landing behind Michael with astonishing speed and thrusting another god killing arrow into his already wounded form. The hands of pure light created by Noah moved in a blur, delivering swift and precise strikes as the god killing arrows pierced Michael's body. Each strike resounded with a thunderous clap, the accompanying flash of lightning illuminating the sky.

In a final desperate attempt, Gaya lunged at Michael, her own body battered and bloodied. Despite her injuries, she sought to deliver a decisive blow. Her hand appeared twisted, and crimson streams trickled from her wounds. Michael, despite being pierced by the god killing arrows, intercepted Gaya, his grip tight as he locked eyes with her. Gaya collapsed onto Michael, their bodies entwined, as Noah unleashed the last and ultimate god killing arrow, piercing through both their hearts.

At that moment, the darkness that had shrouded the battlefield began to recede, allowing the gentle rays of the rising sun to illuminate the horizon. Michael plummeted to the ground, cradling Gaya in his embrace, while Sabrina and Olivia stood nearby, witnessing the fall of the Dark Lord. As Michael's body made contact with the earth, the god killing arrows pulsated with an intense surge of energy.

Then, in a climactic finale, the god killing arrows erupted in a magnificent explosion, engulfing the Dark Lord's form in a mist of crimson. Noah gazed up at the emerging sun, a symbol of a brighter future now that the Dark Lord had been vanquished.

Noah, having finally exacted his revenge upon the Dark Lord for the deaths of Alicia and Norvin, sank to his knees. As the radiant light surrounding him subsided, the true extent of the damage inflicted upon Noah became evident. His body was covered in bruises, blood seeping from numerous wounds. His once majestic armor now lay in tatters, a testament to the fierce battle he had endured.

With the defeat of the Dark Lord, Saber took to the skies, his vampire followers vanishing alongside him. Elara, fueled by a desire for justice, attempted to pursue the fleeing vampires, but Noah commanded her to stand down.

"Let them go," Noah said, his voice weary but resolute.

"It's over,"

As the dust settled and the chaos of battle subsided, Noah let out a sigh of relief. The long and arduous struggle had finally come to an end.

(Get ready for some goosebump moments!!!)