Blade of the Goddess
Chapter 108 - Attack of the Demons Part 8

Chapter 108: Chapter 108 - Attack of the Demons Part 8

Drakoth led the charge against Gonrod, accompanied by everyone who was able to lend even the smallest of hands that could make a difference in this upcoming fight.

"You. Disgusting. Mortals." Gonrod sneered, getting up, barely taking any damage from the laser.

With a single step, the earth convulsed, splintering and erupting in a storm of chaotic force. The sheer impact triggered a quake so immense it rivaled a magnitude ten on the Richter scale, tearing the landscape apart.

"Into the air!" Drakoth shouted to everyone.

After leaping into the air, they all charged, the air thick with the tension of desperate, yet futile, strikes against Gonrod’s unyielding power. Drakoth, leading the charge, unleashed torrents of fire and magic, hoping to overwhelm the demon. But Gonrod reacted with chilling precision.

With a swing of his water scythe, he cleaved through Drakoth’s flame, the molten magic sizzling as it dissipated. Before Drakoth could recover, a spear of compressed water shot forward, piercing through his side and pinning him to the ground. The dragon roared in agony as the water spear embedded deep in his body, the jagged edges of the spear digging into his flesh.

Zaleena, undeterred, surged forward with incredible speed, her blade aimed at Gonrod’s heart. She slashed, but the demon reacted with brutal efficiency, backhanding her so hard that her body slammed into the earth with a sickening crack.

Zaleena struggled to rise, but Gonrod was already on her. A lance of black water shot forward, piercing through her arm, the sharp spear of water tearing through her flesh and leaving her to scream in pain.

"You dare face me?" Gonrod’s voice was ice-cold, his eyes filled with contempt.

Raven, seeing Zaleena fall, reacted quickly, summoning a whirlwind of energy to bind Gonrod in place. But Gonrod didn’t hesitate. With a swipe of his hand, jets of water erupted from the ground, slicing through Raven’s vortex and severing her leg just below the knee.

She fell, clutching the stump, her face twisted in pain. Another jet of water shot forward, impaling her stomach, the water lance piercing her body clean through. Her breath faltered as she crumpled to the ground.

"Pathetic," Gonrod spat, his voice dripping with scorn.

Melina, determined, summoned crystalline blades that shot forward, aimed at Gonrod’s chest. But Gonrod merely raised his hand, and a wall of black water formed in front of him. The blades collided, shattering on impact, and the water surged forward, sweeping Melina off her feet.

In one swift motion, Gonrod conjured another water lance, and without hesitation, he thrust it through her abdomen, lifting her off the ground as the sharp point punctured her flesh.

"Is this all the strength you can muster?" Gonrod’s voice remained eerily calm as he pulled the water lance free, leaving Melina to crumple at his feet.

Ignis was next, her blades crackling with fiery energy. She attacked with relentless precision, her strikes fast and furious. But Gonrod dodged and, in a single motion, summoned a massive water scythe.

With a brutal sweep, the scythe cut through Ignis’s arm, severing it clean off. The bloodied stump burned as Ignis fell back, clutching her wound. Before she could recover, another jet of water shot out, this time piercing her chest from the back, the jagged water carving through her with chilling force.

"You’re too slow," Gonrod taunted, watching her fall to the ground, her breath ragged.

Zircon and Belwyn moved in, their attacks coordinated. Zircon’s sword flashed through the air, but Gonrod summoned a massive water lance, impaling him through the chest before he could react. The force of the attack sent Zircon crashing backward, the water lance tearing through his armor and flesh.

Belwyn lunged forward, his fists charged with magical force. But before he could land a blow, Gonrod backhanded him with such force that Belwyn was sent flying across the battlefield. He crashed into the ground, his ribs shattered.

Belwyn struggled to rise, but Gonrod was already on top of him. A tendril of black water shot forward, wrapping around Belwyn’s neck and squeezing until his head snapped back with a sickening crunch.

"Useless," Gonrod muttered, releasing the tendril and watching Belwyn’s lifeless form slump to the ground.

Bromir, furious, swung his massive warhammer at Gonrod. The blow was powerful, but Gonrod was faster. He summoned a massive water bubble around Bromir, trapping him inside.

Before Bromir could break free, jets of black water shot from the sides of the bubble, piercing his limbs one by one. The water pierced through his arms and legs, and with one final surge, impaled his head, sending him crashing to the ground in agony.

"Your strength means nothing here," Gonrod said coldly, watching Bromir twitch in his final moments.

Jullian, the last to stand, summoned all his magic in a desperate attempt to stop Gonrod. Powerful bolts of energy shot toward the demon, but Gonrod simply raised his hand, summoning a shield of water to block the attack.

With a flick of his wrist, a lance of water shot forward, impaling Julian through his abdomen. The force of the blow sent him flying backward, his body crashing into the earth with a heavy thud.

Drakoth, his body battered but still alive, let out a roar. He gathered his energy, launching into the air in his draconic form. The earth trembled beneath his feet as he gathered his power, creating an explosion of fire and magic.

Gonrod reacted instantly. With a single motion, he summoned a colossal jet of water from the ground, slamming it into Drakoth’s body with a thunderous crash. The force of the blast sent the dragon flying backwards, his body crashing into the earth, deeply wounded.

"After 10,000 years, you dragons are still weak," Gonrod said quietly, his eyes glowing with malevolent power.

The remaining fighters were broken, their bodies crushed or left bleeding and unconscious on the battlefield. Only Drakoth remained standing, struggling to rise. Gonrod took a step forward, preparing to finish them all. But before he could strike, a slash of divine light cut through the air, the holy power tearing through his chest.

Gonrod’s eyes widened in shock. The holy power burned through his form, leaving a deep wound. He staggered back, not uttering a word or even a single grunt, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever before.