The Demon Against the Heavens 241 If You Are Not a Weapon

Was the legend of the city of Orma about to disappear between the blood of brave warriors and the dust of the Colosseum?

The ominous premonition clung firmly to Cesar's hope, trying to shatter it.

But Cesar had no right to panic. He was the King.

He was the light that would lead the Goblin people to victory. He could not afford to be discouraged, not in front of everyone. He would have forgiven any other Goblin, but not himself.

Realistically, Cesar knew that the odds of getting out of that conflict alive were very low. He also felt pains in his stomach from the fate that Helial was doomed to. He felt terribly guilty for dragging Helial to Orma; if he had killed him or left him among Humans, he wouldn't die here.

A Human was sacrificing himself for the Goblin people. Or at least Cesar believed this.

Perhaps Cesar would never have known that the real architect behind all the disaster that was falling on Orma was Helial's closest relative and that the Human was involved perhaps more than any other present in the Colosseum at the time.

Kari passed his gaze full of contempt and arrogance on Cesar and Aure. That day, finally, the Undead would triumph over those cursed green creatures and exterminate them to the last one. Of the citizens of the thriving Orma only unrecognizable ashes would remain. Kari would not even bother to use the bodies of the Goblins to summon other Undead.

Of course, it would have been a waste not to use the bodies of Cesar or Aure, but he had much better plans for them: he would crucify them in the capital of the Undead, to remind anyone with a short memory that no one dare to provoke him.

Anyone who saw him at that moment, sitting in his rotten armchair, with his head grinning on his thighs, two monsters at the Tenth Phase behind him and twenty Immortals watching his back, would have understood that it would have been better to keep away from him.

The black figures were in mid-air, arms crossed. Each of them gave off an incredible coldness, to the point of freezing blood in the veins.

Black cloaks fluttered in the wind and their faces were hidden. They looked like the emissaries of death itself.

But the problems didn't end there.

The Goblin King had thought that, with the help of Pseudonym, they would surely win. But the Prince of Darkness was in the Late Grade of the Fifth Phase and probably his talent was not so far from that of the black-armoured warrior. His monstrous and revolting appearance annoyed also Cesar, despite him being an Immortal.

It was too powerful a creature.

Around it, the Undead and Trolls warriors were between the Late Stage of the Fifth Phase and the Late stage of the Sixth.

Meanwhile, the warriors alongside Helial were all at the Late Stage of the Third.

There were two to three Phases of difference between the two sides.

Turning his eyes to the young man who led the Goblins, Cesar sighed. He knew that from the inside, the barrier that covered the battlefield was impenetrable from the eyes of a non-Immortal.

However, from the outside he could perfectly see the events that were happening on the ground of the Colosseum.

Helial and his followers on one side, the monster and its fighters on the other.

Huge Goblin-like warriors with two axes in their hands appeared behind Helial. These were the new Formations that Frankenstein had created. The appearance of the warriors was much more vivid than the previous Formations; the Goblin must have made incredible progress.

Owning those Formations were Snowflake, Frankenstein, Vlad, Lumia, Circe and all the members of her Team.

So, there were a dozen huge Goblin warriors with two axes, towering over the Goblin rows, threatening. Although their translucent appearance betrayed the fact they were incorporeal, their extraordinary Aura was not masked at all. Each Formation was able to exponentially amplify the qualities of those who used it.

Formation of the Goblin God. So Frankenstein had called it.

By finding a perfect balance in the Mana of the Formation itself and its users, Frankenstein had managed to push his creations to the Sixth Phase.

According to Iblis, Frankenstein's latent talent would allow the Goblin to become an incredible warrior in the future. Still, incredible was not enough.

Iblis hadn't stressed it too much, but incredible wouldn't have been enough to ensure his survival in a world of monstrous talents.

Iblis and Helial were destined to fight on a completely different plane of existence from that in which they were at that moment. Helial was also not enough.

But the young Human was outside the Formations because he would fight in another way.

Helial raised his hands in the direction of the Prince of Darkness, who answered him with a terrifying smile. His sharp teeth sent chills down the boy's back.

For a few fractions of a second the young man was unable to detach his eyes from the monster's unnatural ones. He seemed mesmerized by the look of the abomination.

But, immediately after, the boy moved his fingers in the air, as if he were moving invisible threads.

After a few moments, Helial and his men began to disappear from the sight of their enemies.

"@ #] [" $? "

The shrill voice of the Prince of Darkness interrogated its minions.

"He can probably manipulate light," replied one of the two women, with a sardonic smile on their face.

Her sparse and long hair wrapped around her face amid the sudden gusts of wind. Her master had just activated its Aura and a glacial cold enveloped the whole arena. In this way, the movements of the Goblins would be slowed down.

From their intelligence, the Human was the only one who could give them problems. The others were not a threat.

They had collected various information about Helial. He seemed to possess a strange white flame, a sort of nemesis for the Undead, which had claimed thousands of victims during the early stages of the war. He fought with a huge black sword, very sharp and just as dangerous.

But what they didn't know was that Helial no longer possessed any of his great weapons.

Of course, he still had Metamorphosis and Runic Condensation. But would they be enough?

Helial knew well that the two abilities were nothing more than a tremendous empowerment to vent, to channel, to transform into something else.

He no longer had weapons or real offensive Skills.

Death Flame Pistol?

Gone.

Flame of the Qilin?

Gone.

Curse of the Demon?

Gone.

Iblis had said something very obvious, but still true: "If you are not a weapon, you are not worthy of brandishing one."

Who would have dared to belittle Iblis, even if he didn't have his huge sword? Would anyone have dared to say that the Devil was less dangerous without it?

No.

The Devil had always possessed a power beyond imagination. And all the power he had could also be used with a weapon, but it was a tool nontheless.

Unfortunately, Curse of the Demon had become almost a necessity for Helial, like all his other Skills.

Alexander had climbed kilometre-high walls where there were Formations that prevented him from flying.

He had torn the body of enemy commanders in two with his bare hands when he was disarmed.

Even when tied, the King had bitten off the neck of one of his archenemy after being captured.

Contracting and relaxing his abdominals, Helial took deep breaths, looking into the Prince of Darkness's eyes.

The abomination returned his gaze as it bent over his misshapen knees and assumed the position of a predator about to sprint.

Helial raised his right hand and put his left hand down, both with palms facing forward and fingers extended.

He slowly started to move, slowly changing their positions.

As his arms moved, two globes of energy appeared at their ends; they left trails of black and white energy.

One globe was vaguely blackish, the other seemed to glow with cream-colored light.

The two female monstrosities had left their place next to the Prince of Darkness and had already flung themselves in the direction of the unknown, where Helial had manipulated the light to hide his friends.

While moving each muscle, Helial circulated Mana to accompany the movement, becoming increasingly in communion with its primordial energy.

The two women were Follies, creepy creatures whose mind had not only been cleaned of any memory of humanity, but was based on the structure of madness itself. They were extremely unstable, but at the same time had no fear nor inhibition.

If the Prince of Darkness had been weaker than them, they would probably have already tried to kill and devour him to become stronger.

They were both at the Late Stage of the Sixth Phase. But, thanks to their talent, they would probably have been able to tear to pieces even a warrior to the Late Stage of the Seventh Phase.

They were completely out of reach for the entire Goblin deployment and Helial knew it.

From what Helial had studied, both had to have an extraordinary talent for being such powerful Undead.

Among the creatures of death, talent is determined above all by the body from which one was brought back to life. If it was very strong, it would have been possible to create a high-level Undead.

The weakest ones were the regular Skeletons and Zombies, the lowest creatures among the Undead. Then there were Black Knights and Dullahan, the Headless knights.

Then there were spirit creatures, Ghosts, Wraiths, Evil Spirits; these were more specialized in ranged combat and possessed a good knowledge of Black Magic.

Between the ranks of the Revenant there were several Black Knights and Dullahan.

Damn it, there was also a Harpy that had been transformed into a spirit, increasing the damage dealt by a possible Scream.

Helial was ready to face the Follies, but they passed the boy without giving him a glance, directed at the warriors hidden behind him.

One flashed to his right and one to his left.

And then, then it happened.

The Revenant dashed towards Helial at breakneck speed.

It was so fast and huge that the earth trembled with every step. It walked on all fours, like a beast, despite its humanoid appearance.

Frowning, the young Human, less than half the height of that monster the size of a palace, finally detonated the energy inside his body.

Even before he was covered in the Mana of Life and Destruction, Helial folded his hands to form myriads of Seals.

He had no time.

He had to hurry.

Chapter end