Chapter 951: To Slay a God

Just as Latychrenber had guessed, Orion was stalling for time.

Activating his trump card, Blood Sacrifice, took time. Absorbing the terrifying power it unleashed also took time.

Fortunately, he was done.

“I’ve wanted to challenge a demigod for a long time,” Orion’s voice boomed, “even if it’s just a phantom.”

As he spoke, his body began to swell, the sheer force of his expansion pushing back the heavy mist. His Titan Form materialized, larger and more imposing than ever before, the soul of his ancestor pulsing with furious energy on his forehead.

“DIE!”

Orion knew this was different from fighting an arch lord. Against a demigod, there were no second chances. His first move had to be his last. It had to decide everything.

In another Slaughter Space, Alexander, a being with even more combat experience than Orion, understood this principle perfectly.

The moment he entered the space, he had initiated his true killing move.

In the lore of his home world, the name Alexander belonged to one of the Ten Gods, a deity known for his fierce extremism, his love of competition, and his penchant for taking impossible risks.

What the dragon demigod didn’t know was that the man who had entered the Slaughter Space carrying the spirit sword avatar was Alexander’s true form.

And this true form, wielding this sword, was about to attempt to slay a god. He was hungry for apotheosis.

“Alexander’s Radiance!”

As the demigod phantom watched, Alexander performed an act of absolute insanity. The spirit sword rose to hover above him, then descended without hesitation.

The blade entered at the crown of his head, sinking inch by agonizing inch into his body.

This act of self-mutilation stunned the dragon demigod into silence.

“Today,” Alexander vowed, his voice colder than the void around them, “I will slaughter you.”

When the spirit sword had fully merged with his body, Alexander gazed at the phantom. Then, his entire form erupted in light, his flesh and blood dissolving point by point.

When the light faded, Alexander was gone. In his place stood a single, terrifying blade: the Sword of Alexander.

With a hum that vibrated through reality itself, the sword shot forward like a beam of light, aimed directly at the demigod phantom.

In yet another Slaughter Space, Leonidas was having a much worse time.

Compared to Alexander’s madness, his state was simply miserable. His Lightning Armor was shattered, with only a cracked gorget still clinging to his chest. He was bleeding, on the run, relentlessly pursued by the demigod phantom.

“What was that you said when you first got here?” the black dragon demigod taunted him as it gave chase. “That you were going to ‘slay a god’? Hahaha! Don’t make me laugh to death!”

This dragon was a master of both close-quarters combat and ranged attacks. In front of it, Leonidas’s Behemoth true form was nothing more than a punching bag.

“Did you really think a Behemoth could truly compare to us dragons? You must be dreaming!”

WHOOSH!

A claw swiped through the air, severing one of Leonidas’s arms. He screamed in agony, dragging his broken body onward.

“For all your big talk, I thought you’d be tougher than this! Run, little beast, run! I’m going to enjoy bleeding you dry, bit by bit!”

The phantom closed the distance and unleashed another vicious flurry of attacks.

If Orion had been there, he would have found it strange. Leonidas was a being of pure pride; taking a beating like this was completely out of character. By all rights, he should have self-destructed his avatar by now rather than endure such humiliation.

And yet, for some reason, he didn’t.

On the main battlefield, high in the sky, the three-on-three demigod battle raged, blotting out the sun.

“Are they going to be okay?”

Even while engaged with his own opponent, Arthas found a moment to send a psychic message to the Deputy Commander, asking about the trio in the Slaughter Spaces.

“I don’t know,” the Deputy Commander sent back. “But the commander messaged them directly and ordered them to face their opponents alone. He must have a reason. Besides, even if they lose, it’s only an avatar. They can afford the loss. The commander has already dispatched two of his Blade-Sworn to Dusk Continent. If there are other enemies hiding in the shadows, they will intervene.”

Hearing this, Arthas finally felt a sense of relief.

The dragon’s six-demigod assault was a terrifying show of force. Against that, plus whatever other powers were watching from the wings, the Champions Alliance stood no chance on their own. Without a powerhouse like their commander to rely on, they would have lost Dusk Continent already.

The team was in a team fight, and even in his slumber, commander Thresh was their ultimate trump card. In his own way, he had already joined the battle.

“It’s Kraken and the others who are in for a tougher fight…”

If the battle between demigods was a world-breaking clash of attrition, the fight between arch lords was a maelstrom of raw power that could move mountains and boil seas.

Kraken, the storm avatar, the bone dragon, and the ancient giant-horned whale—four arch lords—were besieged by eight dragon arch lords. It was the most difficult battle of Kraken’s life.

Thankfully, the storm avatar was immensely powerful. It had single-handedly unleashed a storm domain, locking down several enemies and giving Kraken and the others just enough room to kite and reposition.

Even so, Kraken was being hounded by three dragons within the raging tempest.

A severed tentacle, chopped into several pieces, was flung out of the storm by a cyclone, tumbling like trash into the deep sea below.

It belonged to a massive octopus.

Titanion Realm, Human Kingdom Border

Griffin riders patrolled the skies for a hundred miles in every direction. The news of the arrival of Delilah, Lorelia, Aldous, and the Abyssal Dragon was relayed to King Harold long before they reached the border.

In response, the king himself rode out to greet the allied force from the stoneheart horde. It was a matter of etiquette and protocol. Delilah was representing Orion; it was necessary for the king to welcome her personally.

“Welcome!” King Harold, clad in magnificent hero’s armor, projected an aura of regal power. Flanked by a cavalry honor guard, he slowly approached Delilah and Lorelia, who had already landed. “On behalf of the human kingdom, I, Harold, offer our most sincere welcome and greetings to our allies who have traveled so far!”

“Delilah, envoy of the stoneheart horde, brings greetings from my lord, the King of Giants, to Your Majesty,” Delilah said with a slight bow, returning the formal greeting.

The one standing behind her was not Lorelia, but the ogre Aldous.

Lorelia herself had already scurried onto the back of the Abyssal Dragon, Xalathar, as Delilah had moved forward. She would never let any outsider, save for a trusted few from the stoneheart horde, get near her.

Master taught me, she thought, her eyes fixed on Delilah as she spoke with King Harold. As a broodmother, Lorelia must stay hidden. My safety is the number one priority.

If anything happened to Delilah, if they tried anything funny, she would have her spiders devour every last one of them in an instant.