Chương 668: Chapter 667: Overwhelming

Solivos Yark Clang! She defended against another attack. It wasn't like that till a few seconds ago; I was able to hit her with most of the attacks, but now, despite them growing stronger, she is defending against them. That damn artifact; she is harnessing more power through it. I could feel her doing it with every attack to match me blow by blow. It is frustrating!

What is even more frustrating is that these bastards had started engaging with my people and not getting killed; they should be, after losing people and spending a lot of energy defending against the undead. People are still dying, but not at the pace and not the ones I want.

'Blava, are you hearing me?' I inquired through Battle Connections, but received no reply. It is the most frustrating thing; it had been a minute, and Blava and her team should have finished by now, but there was no reply. She usually does quick work; it usually takes seconds, but a minute had already passed here. I need that confirmation. It would help me with this bitch and most importantly, the battle. Once she is dead, they will fall like dominoes. I pushed those thoughts and focused on the enemy.

"You are harnessing so much power; there must be a cost, right?" I asked. The artifacts are amazing, but using them is not without a cost. Especially after people started to harness the power beyond their limits. It harms them as well as the artifact.

"It is, but I am more than capable of dealing with them," she replied, before defending against another of my attacks. I am using several skills at once, powering them with the aura, but I couldn't kill her even then. I didn't think it would be this hard. It had been minutes since the fighting, and I was starting to feel the drain. I have a few minutes at most to defeat her, or it will be I who will die. The aura isn't limitless with the control I have, and I have been using it since the start of the battle.

I have never fought anyone this long with the aura; I never needed to. I am the strongest, under Lv. 40; there are a few that could be compared to me. So, it does not take long for me to finish the enemies, including those of my level. It is why I wanted to fight, Silver. I had never gotten a chance to fight someone of my level with the aura. I would have loved to fight him; fighting the lords has always been fruitful to me. I have broken into Lv.

Thirty after fighting the lord, and awakened the aura while fighting the lord. The class is powerful, and only by fighting powerful can one gain a class powerful enough to match them. My class is very powerful, nearly at the level of the Lord. When I reach Lv. 40, I will have the class; that will be more powerful than the common lord. It will happen; I will make it happen. Time passed, and I continued with my attacks. She defended most of them; some that hit her could only give her minor cuts.

I launched another attack, the forty-seventh in the Skewerstorm. Feeling the tremendous pressure from the skill. I didn't call this skill the most powerful in my arsenal for no reason. It is a broken skill and has barely any condition, which is why I have many ascending power skills. It is a little slow at first, but it becomes stronger as one moves further into it. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. It has no limits; the only limit it has is the body.

At the forty-seventh attack, I felt immense pressure on my body. Forty-eighth was the most I could do safely; that is why I broke the skills the last three times and started again. I hate to do that, but the immense strain it puts on my body is too much. Clang! She defended the attack once more, and I attacked again, feeling the massive pressure from the skills. So much so that I've stopped pushing Aura into the other skills right now, it's too much; already, I'm having a splitting headache.

If I try to push into more skills, I won't be able to bear it. The forty-eighth and final attack of the Skewerstorm moved toward her. It is fast and powerful, the last strike before I break the skill and start over again. I could see her eyes tracking my spear with her sabre moving slowly. Though only for a moment, before the fire rippled, it became fast. I didn't have to think to know that she had harnessed more power. Clang! She defended the attack, and it shook her from head to toe, before she stepped back.

This is where I break the skill and start again, but seeing the fire burning on her sabre and even brighter in her eyes, I decided to push myself. There wouldn't be without a cost, but I will bear it. There is no choice in front of me; I need to kill her. So, I gritted my teeth and pushed the aura into my body, before moving forward with the forty-ninth attack of the Skewerstorm. Immediately, I felt like there was a mountain on me. It affected me physically as my orifices began to bleed out, but I didn't care.

This bitch had made me angry and I have to kill her; for that, I will bear the pressure.

"Die!" I gritted my teeth as my spear moved toward her. I could see the surprise appearing in her eyes, but she reacted quickly and harnessed more power from her sabre. Though this time, she wasn't able to stop my spear. It was too fast for her. Rip! It cut through her cheek, creating a deep red line, but not a drop of blood came out.

"Lucky," I said, and attacked again. Immediately, the pressure on me increased even further as I attacked with the 50th attack of the Skewerstorm. She harnessed more power, but it is not enough like last time. It seemed lower than the previous time. Clang! My spear clashed against her broken armor. It is already broken in many places, but the attack was the last straw. It broke her breastplate into pieces, and it fell to the ground. Though it had saved her from my attack, it won't save her from my next one.

I could see that she is pushing herself hard, and in the last attack, she could barely harness the power from her attack. I launched the fifty-first attack of Skewerstorm; it had increased such pressure that veins had popped on my head, but despite that, I attacked. The attack was the strongest I had ever cast. It was such that it could go against an Lv. 40. The way her expressions changed proves that she is thinking the same. This is not something she could defend against easily, even with that artifact.

She harnessed more power, but it was barely anything. Seeing that a smile couldn't help but appear on my face. She is dead, and there is nothing that could save her. It relieved me, because every second is hell with this pressure, and I won't be able to bear it for long, even with the aura. The spear reached close to her chest and was a moment away from skewering through her, when I saw the saber blaze like never before. That very moment, mist came out of her— blood red mist. …

General Azalia It's coming, and I couldn't defend against it. My armor crashed to the ground, and I was too slow to move. I reached deep for more power, but there was nothing left. I've pushed beyond my limits... and there's nothing more to give.. I need more power; without it, I will die. It is a fact that nothing could save me. The attack is powerful enough that even if a couple of Grade IV shields appeared in front of me, that attack would tear through them.

I could feel its power, the suppressing aura powering it. Even the artifact wasn't enough to stop me from shuddering under its strength. I have to defend. It is the only way I would survive. There is only one option in front of me to do that: harness the power that lies beyond the wall, but it didn't come without a massive cost. I had only once tried to harness that power beyond the wall and nearly lost control of myself. However, if I didn't do that, there would not be a me to lose control of it.

Most importantly, if I die, we will lose the battle. Once that happens, they will turn my whole army and the city I was to protect into the undead. I cannot let that happen. So, I went for that power, that Lord Silver had said, only to go to when I could see only the death of me and everything around me. Because if I lost control, I would not be able to distinguish a friend from a foe.

'Then I damn, make sure, that I do not lose control!' I thought, and the power began to fill me; at the same time, came the emotional assault. Things changed as they did. My vision changed; it became more fiery as yellow, red, and dark blue colours descended. At the same time, fire filled me, making me nearly scream. It is like a literal fire, but they are the energies of the artifact. As they entered me, they began to burn my blood, and the bloody mist started to come out of the cuts.

The same is happening with my emotions. I felt an overwhelming urge to burn everything. These emotions were like a storm, while my psyche was a small dinghy. I must keep it floating, not let it be swept into the storm. If I did, it would be terrible. It all happened in an instant. My saber, which was slow before compared to his, moved incredibly fast, appearing in front of his spear. Clang!

The weapons clashed, creating a powerful shockwave that sent the undead surrounding us back, before they began to burn like someone lit a match on them. Though my focus is on the man in front of me. Who, for the first time, took a step back. I didn't waste the opportunity and leaped forward. I need to finish him first, before the artifact's power consumes me, and it will, if I use it long enough. I immediately appeared beside him, swung my saber, and saw his eyes widen.

For a moment, I thought he was surprised by my attack, but his reaction was late. That's when I sensed it, and my eyes widened as well.