Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 398: Battle With Hades

Chapter 398: Battle With Hades

Clyde’s vision blackened in an instant.

His instincts had screamed, but his body was a fraction too slow. He paid the price for that mistake.

Something cold and filled with immense power coiled around him. It was tight and merciless.

Before he could react, the force yanked him downward like a puppet ripped from the sky.

BOOM!

He crashed into the sanctified earth below with a thunderous impact. The ground split beneath him, a crater exploding outward from where he landed, sending debris and marble shards into the air.

A thick cloud of dust rose, hiding the figure who now approaching.

Hades stood at the crater’s edge, calm and composed, his expression still cold as always. In his hands, the obsidian-black chains slithered back like serpents, vanishing into the shadows that clung to his form.

The same chains had dragged Clyde from the sky.

Gabriel hovered in the air above, panting slightly, his spear still glowing with golden fury. When he saw Hades, he allowed himself a rare smile.

He hadn’t expected the god of the underworld to arrive so quickly but he was grateful for that.

Together, they might actually end this abominations.

But Gabriel’s smile quickly faded. He knew better than to hope for an easy victory.

That mortal, that anomaly, had survived everything thrown at him so far. He was something else that neither Angel, god nor Demon, but something in between. Something worse.

Across the battlefield, a second conflict burned.

Another being that was a woman was battling Gabriel’s soldiers. She moved like a phantom among them, clad in armor unmistakably forged for Uriel. Gabriel narrowed his eyes.

So they had stolen all of Uriel’s sacred relics.

That confirmed it. The woman was likely an ally of the anomaly, but her strength didn’t come close to matching his.

The priority was clear.

Gabriel turned his gaze back toward the crater.

The dust was starting to clear. Power was pulsing from within. Cracks of red and black light flickered inside like the breathing of a buried beast.

Gabriel gritted his teeth. His wings snapped back.

And then he dove straight down, spear-first, aiming to end the fight before the anomaly could rise again.

Suddenly, a blinding surge of lightning exploded from the heart of the crater.

Not just any lightning, this one shimmered in streaks of gold, silver, and deep electric blue, laced also with Demonic and Angelic power all at once.

It wasn’t natural. It wasn’t divine. It was something forged in defiance of both.

Gabriel barely had time to widen his eyes.

He tried to twist midair and deflect or dodge but it was too fast. His instincts screamed just in time for him to raise his spear and intercept it.

The lightning struck the weapon with a deafening sound.

For a heartbeat, Gabriel held his ground.

Then something happened.

The lightning didn’t just stop at the spear. It crawled up along the shaft, wrapping around the weapon and leaping toward Gabriel’s body.

His golden armor sparked violently as the energy surged into him, and he let out a sharp gasp as his body jolted from the force.

Power crackled through him, bypassing his armor. His wings spasmed. His muscles tensed.

The shockwave blasted through the air, ripping apart what remained of the clouds above.

Even Hades took a step back as the wave of light and force erupted outward in a sphere from Gabriel’s body.

Gabriel fell back mid-air, trembling, smoke rising from the seams of his armor.

From the crater below, Clyde rose with his eyes gleamed with the same unnatural glow as the lightning that struck Gabriel. Cracks of light and darkness pulsed across his skin.

"I’m not done," Clyde said.

Around his shoulders, arcs of residual lightning snapped and curled like hungry serpents, and in his hand, the Elderglass sword hummed with layered energy.

Fire still clung to its edge, burning black with corruption and flickering white with something holier.

Gabriel steadied himself in the air, his brows furrowing deeper.

Hades, standing at the edge of the crater, narrowed his eyes as well. Finally able to see for himself their main enemy. And to be honest, Hades himself feels impressed but also concern at once.

Clyde then turned his sharp gaze toward Hades.

For a moment, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath. Then, with a thunderous crack beneath his feet, Clyde launched himself forward straight at the god of the underworld with deadly intent.

Hades watched the approach with calm face but beneath that stony calm, a rare flicker of concern coiled in his thoughts.

This thing who wearing mortal flesh was not like anything he had fought before.

Without a word, Hades raised his hand and the earth obeyed.

Jagged spears of obsidian rock exploded from the ground, shooting up around Clyde. Chasms opened beneath his path, trying to swallow him whole. Walls of solid black stone surged from the sides, aiming to crush him.

Hades directed them all with cold precision.

But Clyde didn’t stop.

His Elderglass sword moved in furious arcs, each swing tearing through the earth attacks like they were made of paper. He ducked, weaved, and slashed, one move to the next.

One obsidian spear shattered into glittering fragments. Then a stone wall exploded as Clyde’s blade sliced through it.

Hades then fly to the sky, hovering back step by step, maintaining distance as he launched more attacks.

He raised his hand again and the terrain moved again. Spires of molten rock, hands made of black soil, chains of mineral appeared. Each one aimed at Clyde.

But Clyde kept coming. His movements were relentless. He wasn’t just fighting. It looks like he was hunting.

"Enough," Hades muttered, voice like stone grinding against stone.

He clenched his fist, and a massive slab of enchanted underworld ore shot up beneath Clyde like a hugee blade. It slammed into him mid-air, sending shockwaves through the entire battlefield.

For a heartbeat, it seemed like it had stopped him.

But then a deafening crack split the air.

BOOM!

The slab split down the center, sundered by a searing light that burst through it.

Clyde erupted from the ruins, lightning still wreathing him, flames burning hotter. His eyes shining.

He swung his sword downward. A massive arc of energy shot from it, carving a glowing line through the air toward Hades.

Hades crossed his arms in front of him and braced.

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