NOVGO.NET Chapter 778: I Will Help You
Chapter 778: 778: I Will Help You
“Six years ago you murdered my wife and child. Wolves World scum, I want your lives.”
“You butchered my guild brothers back then. Did you ever think this day would come?”
“Orgod, I want a duel with that skeletal trash from the Silent World. Will you grant it?”
The God of Fear’s manifested will was forced into a one on one with the Demon Emperor, and the sight set the allied ranks ablaze. One after another stepped forward, naming names, demanding blood to wash their grief.
Orson looked over the seething crowd. A flicker of pain crossed his calm gaze.
He remembered, like yesterday, his sister dying before his eyes, his brothers falling to save him.
He knew too well the inhuman torment these people carried.
Even with godly power in his hands, he could not turn the river of time and pull the unjust dead back from the dark.
“As you wish. May our brothers and sisters return in triumph.”
Orson nodded lightly. He could have erased their enemies himself, but only by taking revenge with their own hands could their restless hearts be stilled.
“Ridiculous. An elite dares challenge me,” a challenger from Wolves World sneered. He had once bathed a whole city in blood.
Facing him stood a priest from Moonlight Guild, eyes bloodshot, power meager.
His parents and wife and child had been violated and slain. If Moonlight Guild’s main force had not arrived, he would have died under the butcher’s blade as well.
“I am not a coward. I am not…”
The Moonlight priest whispered to himself. The gap in strength made his knees shake, yet he could not forget the despair in his wife’s eyes as she died.
He hated his own weakness.
He forced himself to be brave. Even if he died today, he would bite off a piece of his enemy.
“Out of my way. I have no time for lesser beings. When my god descends, you and your chaos master will both die,” the Power Clan warrior said coldly.
He pushed his NPC troops forward and tucked himself neatly behind their formation.
“Dirty bastards, hiding behind NPC fodder,” Bradley growled. His elemental greatsword carved arcs of terror, leaving limbs and blood everywhere.
But most of the dead were the NPC retainers these challengers had summoned.
When he tried to push in and strike the real enemies, a pocket of magic batteries and dark arts swallowed him.
The barrage could not kill someone with nine health bars, but it pinned Bradley in place.
“Pantheon Sanctum doesn’t care if challengers die. Challengers don’t care if natives die,” Madman said through clenched teeth.
The Godslayer assassin corps carved in and out three times, but the number of retainers only swelled. Individually weak, but endless as the sea.
Driven forward by master-servant contracts, they threw themselves into the grinder, maddening to deal with.
These world walkers were all cunning as snakes.
After seeing Earth’s archmages in action, they grew even more careful. Rather than truly fighting the Godslayer army, they were stalling.
Anyone could see it. Godslayer looked ferocious, but their numbers were small. Their blows rarely reached the enemy’s heart.
Drag it out until divine wills act or until true gods descend, and someone else would handle the chaos god.
“No, I do not want to die.”
A young swordsman staggered back. Panic filled his face, regret burning through the anger that had made him try to leap a whole tier to take revenge.
A king from Galehowl World crashed into him. Even with Orson’s blessing, he was crushed in moments, HP on the brink.
“Big bro, save him,” Kieran, vice president of Supreme Guild, shouted.
“This is war, not a brawl. If you know you cannot win, why charge,” Drunken Dream said coolly to his younger brother.
“He is my brother. I have to save him.”
Kieran glared at him, fists clenched, and spurred a fire dragon straight into the fray.
“Idiot.”
Drunken Dream’s face tightened. Kieran was his last blood kin. He had sworn to protect him. No accidents allowed.
“Denoka.”
With a cold snort, Denoka flashed silver and shook off the six kings he was stalling. He banked toward Drunken Dream.
“Awakening, Chains of Space.”
“Awakening, Star of Ruin.”
Denoka barely linked up with Drunken Dream. As he opened a portal, a dozen shackles snapped shut across the light.
A golden star no bigger than a thumb flickered, then detonated right in the portal’s heart.
“Due to skill effects, space magic is temporarily sealed.”
The prompt chimed. Drunken Dream’s eyes narrowed. A human mage wreathed in soft white light appeared with a staff in hand.
“You…”
Shock hit Drunken Dream, then his gaze filled with rage he could not hold back.
At the same time Denoka breathed support fire for Kieran at range, but the Galehowl king slipped it easily and brought his greatsword down, severing the fire dragon’s head.
“Reinforcements. Pathetic,” the king laughed, standing on the dragon’s skull and taunting Kieran and his wounded ally.
“It hurts, doesn’t it. Good. Let it hurt, Drunken Dream.”
Elsewhere, the human mage wore a gentle smile. Behind him spread six wings identical to Breeze’s, only the feathers gleamed a deep black.
“You are not the only one who has brushed the aurora. And you will not be the only enemy to die by my hand.”
He laughed softly. His features were exactly like an Earth human’s. His face was fine and handsome, his frame taller and stately, his presence strangely noble.
“Fallen Heavenly King, Garcia,” Drunken Dream snarled.
Back when they helped Sienna with the fallen angel quest line, they had been sent to an unknown dead world.
A world eaten clean by abyssal demons, where one person had sealed himself away to survive.
That was this man.
Lilith, blinded by kindness, had used holy light to lift his seal.
At first Garcia helped Sienna, cooperative and smooth.
Like a teacher, he told Godslayer secrets from the deep galaxy.
Many revered him as a god among men. Lilith, devout to the Goddess of Aurora, called him teacher without hesitation.
No one knew that after he followed them to Earth, he met secretly with Pantheon Sanctum. Lilith saw it by chance. And they silenced her.
Drunken Dream was kept in the dark. Only when war broke out and Garcia stood against them did he finally understand. Too late.
“Come, my knight. Stand with me. Together we will rip away the Goddess of Aurora’s mask.”
Garcia’s voice was airy and pure. His face was so soft it was hard to tell man from woman. A charm clung to him that gripped the heart.
“Get out of my way.”
Drunken Dream exploded. Holy light burned from his eyes. Silver radiance speared the sky.
He knew this was not the time for vengeance. He had to save Kieran.
His halberd thrummed, wind howling along its blade. He forced Garcia back and drove Denoka toward the doomed pair.
“No no. Seeing you like this breaks my heart,” Garcia murmured.
Black wings spread. He slid through a cleft in space and blocked Drunken Dream again, smiling. “How could I let you hurt like this.”
“Stop. Stop it now.”
Drunken Dream stared in horror as the Galehowl king’s sword fell. Kieran was covered in blood, one hand clenched in his brother’s collar, refusing to let go.
“Chaos Sword.”
In the instant of crisis, a cold voice cut through all noise on the battlefield.
“If you cannot win the fight, I will help you.”
“If you can win the fight, I will make it easier for you to win.”