Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 308: Heatwave

Chapter 308: Heatwave

The hiss of evaporating water filled the air as Clyde’s Elderglass sword that filled with water power carved cleanly through the molten beast’s skull. A thick mist erupted from the wound shrouding the battlefield in ghostly white tendrils.

The severed half of the monster’s head sloughed off and hitting the cracked ground with a wet molten splatter. The scent of scorched rock and something disturbingly organic filled the air.

And yet, it still stood straight in its position.

Clyde’s grip tightened around his sword. His breathing remained steady but his instincts screamed at him that something was wrong. The System remained silent. No notification and confirmation of a kill, and no notification of gained EXP.

"It’s not dead?!"

His eyes looking at the monster. The creature’s hulking body remained motionless for a brief second, the molten veins along its torso pulsing erratically, flickering between a dim orange and a blinding gold. Then, without warning its entire form swelled — bulging as if something inside was trying to burst free.

A deep, crackling sound reverberated from its chest, vibrating through the air around them. The heat that already unbearable for normal human intensified violently.

Clyde barely had time to react before the monster’s body ignited like a furnace, a blinding orange glow surging from the gaps in its cracked skin.

The sheer force of the heatwave slammed into him like a tidal wave in the blink of an eyes, the air distorting from the sheer intensity of it.

Even through the protective barrier of his water skill, his skin burned. A sharp sting licked across his exposed face, the tips of his hair curling from the heat. Clyde hissed in pain and immediately leaped back, putting distance between himself and the glowing beast.

The monster’s remaining eye that hadn’t been cleaved in half, flared with renewed fire. Its gaping wound did not bleed — instead, more molten light leaked from it, as if its very body was reconstructing itself from pure energy.

"Shit," Clyde muttered under his breath. He raised his left hand, channeling more power into his [Tidebreaker] skill. The thin protective layer of water surrounding him thickened, forming into shifting, translucent waves that spiraled around his body.

The moment the monster roared, the world exploded in a superheated wave of destruction.

Clyde braced himself and thrust his hand forward, pouring raw magical energy into [Tidebreaker].

A wall of shimmering water surged up between him and the molten beast, forming a solid translucent barrier.

The air hissed violently as another wave of heat blasted from the monster’s pulsing body and slamming into the water wall.

A thick mist erupted, billowing outward in an eerie swirl. But it did not last. The extreme heat instantly burned through it, vaporizing the mist before it could fully spread.

The molten beast refused to die. Even with its head severed it stood as if the injury was meaningless.

"Do I have to destroy all of its body to kill it?" Clyde gritted his teeth. At this point, it was the only answer that made sense. The monster wasn’t just regenerating but it was converting itself into raw energy. A head wound wasn’t enough. He had to obliterate it entirely.

Determination flashed in his eyes.

He reached deep into his abundant reserves of power, channeling even more magic into [Tidebreaker].

The water around him roared to life then swirling with newfound intensity. His protective water armor thickened, enveloping his body in a flowing shell of pure liquid energy. A comforting coldness surged through him again and pushing back against the unbearable heat.

Even at his level, Clyde knew the sheer destructive power of this monster. If a warrior weaker than him — someone like Samuel or even Maethion — had faced this, they would have been incinerated in an instant.

This was the aftermath of surviving Demon King Asmodeus’s power. The molten beast was born from hellfire itself.

But Clyde hadn’t unleashed his true strength yet.

Celestial. Demon. Angel. The three power inside him were stronger than this creature’s mere survival. Even though he couldn’t absorb the stronger beings power, this was enough.

A change then occurred.

Clyde’s body surged with divine energy. His once purely aquatic aura shifted and now pulsing with an ethereal glow — a fusion of Angelic energy and water magic. A radiant halo of liquid luminescence formed behind him and the heat that once burned him vanished entirely.

This was the power that can match the power of a Demon King.

The molten beast let out a guttural roar, recognizing the shift of the energy of its nemesis, but Clyde was already moving.

With a single step the ground beneath him cracked.

Then he dashed.

A blur of clear blue and gold light streaked across the battlefield as Clyde closed the distance in an instant, his sword raised high, infused with the force surging inside his body.

The molten beast’s one remaining eye flickered wildly as it locked onto Clyde that coming at it with light all over his body. But it could do nothing.

It couldn’t move.

Clyde realized it almost immediately that when the creature was unleashing its devastating heat wave, it had sacrificed its mobility. The monster was vulnerable now.

Then this his my chance.

His eyes narrowed with focus. The combined power of Angel and water, two opposing forces merging into one surged through his veins. Holy energy purified the Demon power and water cooled the heat. It was the perfect counter to the molten abomination before him.

Clyde’s sword swung forward.

A blazing arc of clear blue and gold light carved into the beast’s burning flesh. Steam erupted from the wound as the Angelic infused water extinguished molten fire upon contact.

He didn’t stop.

He slash again and again. Each slash tore deep, severing muscle, melting bone, and dousing fire. The monster’s massive form shuddered violently, unable to retaliate as Clyde relentlessly carved it apart.

Chunks of molten flesh fell away to the scorched ground.

Limb by limb, piece by piece, the beast was reduced to nothing but quivering lifeless masses of red and orange meat, still glowing from the lingering heat.

Finally, with one last clean strike, Clyde split its core apart.

The monster collapsed.

Its burning remains hit the cracked ground, sizzling as the last vestiges of its Demon energy flickered and faded. The oppressive heat that had once suffocated the battlefield began to dissipate, though traces of it still lingered in the air.

Then a System notification flashed before Clyde’s eyes.

[You have slain the Hellforged Titan!]

[EXP gained: 3,500 exp]

Clyde exhaled, his grip on his Elderglass sword loosening slightly. He could feel the surge of strength within him because of the immediate effect of leveling up, but he pushed the thought aside for now.

His gaze remained on the smoldering remains.

"Was it truly dead?"

He took a step closer, cautious. The heat wasn’t completely gone. The ground still glowed faintly beneath the scattered pieces of its corpse. But the notification were came so he can be certain that the monster is dead.

Clyde didn’t lower his guard, though. He kept his divine infused water aura active.

If Asmodeus had left an artifact here, there had to be more guardians. And worse — this chaos and the destruction he had caused might already be drawing the Demon King’s attention.

"I have to move fast," Clyde muttered.

Without hesitation, he activated his [Flight] skill and in an instant he shot into the sky. The battlefield below shrank away.

The wind howled around him as he soared. Then he scanning the ruined terrain beneath him.

His sharp eyes darted from one scorched ridge to the next searching for anything that stood out.

Then he saw a lot of movement ahead.

Clyde barely had time to react before several flying creatures burst from the charred clouds ahead, their bodies wreathed in the same molten energy as the Titan.

Their wings flapped with an eerie shimmer and sending waves of heat through the air as they let out piercing, guttural screeches.

"Damnit. I knew that there will be more of them," Clyde noted.

Their forms were leaner, built for speed rather than power, but their numbers made them dangerous. Eight of them that he counted as they fly toward him.

Clyde didn’t slow down.

The first monster arrived. Clyde twisted midair, slashing upward. His Elderglass sword severing the creature’s head in one fluid motion. A burst of steam erupted from the wound, and the headless corpse tumbled downward.

The second and third beasts struck from opposite sides, trying to flank him. Clyde shifted his stance, rotating his body. A sweeping arc of his blade cleaved one in half, while his free hand sent a concentrated burst of water energy into the other’s chest, blasting it apart in an explosion of mist and fire.

The remaining five hesitated for only a moment before charging as one.

Clyde’s eyes gleamed with dangerous light.

A single, powerful swing unleashed a crescent wave of water-infused Angel energy, cutting through the air. The attack struck all five creatures at once, slicing clean through their burning bodies. Their severed halves scattered through the sky before disintegrating into glowing embers.

Clyde didn’t stop to admire his work. He kept moving.

"Where is it?" he thought, scanning the world below.

Then, he saw a massive gathering of monsters in one place.

They were clustered around something. Clyde narrowed his eyes.

A hundred creatures, maybe more, all guarding a single location.

That had to be it. The artifact was there.

Without hesitation, he descended to that place.

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