Desolate Mage: A Legend Reborn! 205 Divine 8

The battle between two ma.s.sive figures was reaching its climax.

The corrupted treant had remoulded itself into the shape of the purple armour-clad woman, accurately depicting her visage, body shape and contours even to the bulging mounds of her chest and b.u.t.tocks – albeit, magnified in size to fit a 50 metre tall giant.

The purple armour looked heavy and tough with a metallic sheen despite being formed from the Terra Root's wooden bark. Purple feathers floated around her like illusions while solid black chains could be seen to be wrapped around her body at a short distance, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with power to support her attacks. These were the manifestation of her powers of laws, her personal derivations of the laws of distortion and darkness respectively.

These powers were concentrated onto a sword and s.h.i.+eld held in her arms which she wielded fiercely, clearly exceptionally skilled.

And despite the rough, barky texture of her skin, Belic Wildwood was still as appealing as ever with her flawless, chiselled facial features and enticing posture. However, right now dark black sap was pouring forth from wounds all over her body where the Sun Lord's strikes had broken down her purple plated armour.

While she had received numerous injuries, her opponent was no better off.

The Sun Lord had also formed an equally large body in order to better contend with Belic Wildwood. He maintained his same form with an expressionless but perfect face, only he had now covered himself with a golden robe of light embedded with countless crystals that looked like copies of the Truthstone.

He held no weapons, fighting only with open palms, however, he was supplemented by the image of a sun that floated behind him with 12 semi-corporeal wisps of golden fire. Every time he attacked, blinding rays of fire would accompany his strikes like lances from the heavens shot out from the wisps of fire.

The Sun Lord had been on an endless offensive seemingly with the intent of tying Belic down from escaping – or rather, from pursuing the fleeing boy. Every time she tried to disengage, he would ruthlessly throw himself bodily at her, threatening to consume her body and soul-fragment in a mutually fatal conflagration of divine fire.

And so, she was forced into a conundrum. Unable to advance, unable to retreat, unable to trace down the key which was even more important than the Truthstone of the Bell of the North Heaven – the fleeing boy.

'Tch! The Sun Lord is really giving his all…! The way he's fighting now, does he not care about consuming one of his only remaining conscients?!? With his main body slumbering, he can't even form or power up any new conscients… Which must mean that boy is even more important than anything else! I need to give chase before the traces of teleportation grow too faint!' Belic stood with her shoulders heaving – she knew that the Terra Root did not breathe but it was hard to shake the habit.

Though she knew that the Sun Lord was equally low on energy and could only perhaps launch one last attack or two, she had to admit that his power of laws were superior. She would not be able to get past him unless she could find an opening in the Sun Lord's defence.

'If I can't find an opening… Then I'll just have to give it my all and *MAKE* one… Dammit all! I'll bet my conscient on this one move!!'

Face twisting with rage, she determined to decide it in a make-or-break moment and shot forward at full power.

"Cursed Sun…! *You* may be willing to sacrifice your conscient, but I'm not…! d.a.m.n your determination, d.a.m.n the Truthstone, d.a.m.n you, Sun Lord! I don't care anymore!! Get out of my way!!!" Belic roared as great black chains shot forth from her body at every angle surrounding them both. Then, purple wings emerged from her back, this time not rotten nor corrupted but beautiful and soft, making one wish to lay to rest eternally in their embrace.

All in all, she formed the perfect angelic image, a war angel set on slaying her enemies.

"War Angel Second Phase: Dragon Hunter!"

As she charged, Belic slammed her heavy two-handed wide-bladed sword together with her "V" shaped s.h.i.+eld at a particular angle. As the two pieces of equipment touched, they merged into one with the tip of the sword turning into the connection point with the s.h.i.+eld, changing it into a heavy half-moon war axe.

This wasn't merely a change of form, but more like returning the sword and s.h.i.+eld to their original state. When the weapons merged, a shockwave was released and multiple holy golden halos formed around the war axe, at odds with the dark aura Belic was releasing.

Then, the violet-aura mixed with the golden halos and erupted in a magnificent duality of rampaging power.

Belic launched herself into the air with her next step, brandis.h.i.+ng her axe overhead and winding up a savage, sky-eclipsing, earth-rending swing.

Faced with the ferocious strike, the Sun Lord ground his teeth. This would be the first time he ever ate a loss in order to save another, but he resolved himself to sacrifice one of his final conscients in order to protect the Child of Light. Nonetheless, this could not wipe away the bitter after-taste in his mouth. He sighed as he consoled himself.

'Calm down… In truth, protecting him is for my own posterity… Wash your neck carefully, Belic! Once this conscient's memories return to my main body, I'll hunt down and drag out your true self and execute you!'

"COME! Singularity Point, Galaxy Domain, Solar Flare!" The Sun Lord roared as he reluctantly ignited his divine soul and released a single surge of Divine Light.

A third of the surging energies rushed from his solar plexus out to his limbs, causing his body to turn incandescent and so bright it forced even Belic to close her eyes and rely on her soul-sense.

Another third flowed into the Truthstone in his forehead. The crystal then released a string of tinkling bell-like sounds before it split into 4 clean quarters. All 4 quarters shot out at high speeds into the sky before stopping at the cardinal points around the duelling pair. Then, a sparkling teal curtain fell from the skies and surrounded them both, creating a field of suppression that weighed down on Belic's body.

The final third of the Divine power was absorbed into the 12 wisps of flame floating behind the Sun Lord. The 12 flames grew engorged by the overflow of energy and each turned into a fiery furnace. Then hundreds of tongues of sun-fire lashed out even as the Sun Lord himself transformed into a laser soaring towards the war angel.

"Tritoch Annihilation!!!"

The three facets of the Sun Lord's attack began to resonate as he shot forth as a beam of disintegrating light and he yelled out a dominating cry.

Grimacing at the explosive triple threat before her, Belic was not to be outdone. She grinded her teeth and ignited her own energy core, causing the whites of her eyes to disappear, turning into pools of purple liquid that gushed over and flowed down her cheeks like rivers of tears.

"War Angel THIRD PHASE! G.o.dslayer!!"

As she shouted those words, an image of a ten-thousand metre tall ancient war angel appeared with a star-destroying axe in hand that was about to descend to wipe out all life. The illusory image looked almost physical and caused the teal screen of Galaxy Domain to falter and nearly fail, releasing Belic from the suppression effect.

At the sight of this phantasm, the Sun Lord paled. Without any further trump cards to pull out, he could only bet on the triple fusion of his forces in this unavoidable collision.

In the moment the two unstoppable forces met, it was like a scene out of myths - a fallen angel rebelling against the heavenly fate, a G.o.d of Divine Light punis.h.i.+ng an apostate believer, a war G.o.ddess clas.h.i.+ng against a deity.

Neither the semi-divine Belic Wildwood nor the divine conscient noticed that a third party lurked not far away.