The Demon Monarch System-Chapter 568: Solomon & Soren’s Domination

Solomon & Soren's Domination

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Soren's opposing Disaster tilted its head slightly when he destroyed its last attack, followed by his unusual stance. It was clear from its behavior that the Disaster didn't quite understand Soren's actions. After all, it didn't have the luxury of developing sentience over time like Brukti. Thus, while its power was on par with Brukti, its ability to process information wasn't.

Soren instantly noticed this disadvantage, which made him reveal a faint smirk. "Truly as stupid as I gave you credit for. It appears your race is nothing more than brainless tools of destruction."

Soren's contempt towards the Terrors was obvious. After all, what individual would be pleased with a race who contributed to the destruction of their planet and countless deaths? Soren's opinion and reaction were all justified.

Suddenly, the golden energy surrounding Soren impacted the ground in a ring shape. Soren made no indication of making such a move because he remained motionless throughout this unexpected change. But, of course, this was his doing, or more precisely, it was an effect that Gaelbolg had in its current liberated state.

The ring of golden energy soon disappeared from underneath Soren, but the Disaster seemed to look around frantically, almost as if it sensed something. A faint rumble occurred, but it was nearly undetectable unless within direct range of its coverage.

Instinctively, the Disaster pulled back and slammed its giant fist into the ground, intending to destroy whatever it sensed underneath. However, how can you destroy something that has yet to take on a tangible form?

The energy injected into the ground was too scattered for the Disaster's attack to affect it. Thus, Soren remained confident that this would spell the end of the Disaster, which he was right about.

Soren inverted his spear and gently tapped the tip against the earth. Although this action seemed innocuous, that wasn't the case. Eight symbols lit up on Gaelbolg just before the light tap. The energy previously injected into the air expanded countless times over in response.

Because of the expansion, dozens of golden spears filled with devastating energy pierced throughout the Disaster's body. The attack was so ruthless that the spears even pierced one another since the target's body was soon riddled with golden energy spears.

All of the spears, including those which were destroyed by Soren's attack, pierced the Disasters core. But, Soren snapped his fingers and made all of the spears simultaneously explode to ensure that it was thoroughly destroyed.

"As I said, this was your end," Soren said lightly before turning his attention towards another area on the battlefield. He could tell that Solomon was quickly advancing towards that section of the battlefield, which made him frown. Frankly speaking, Soren didn't receive enough thrill from the last battle.

So, he intended to reach the last Disaster outside of the center of the Catastrophe Line. Sadly, it appeared that Solomon would make contact first. At least, that's how it should've been.

Soren abruptly drew back his dominant spear-wielding hand as the symbols alongside Gaelbolg's shaft gradually lit up. Unlike the other times where the characters lit up, the energy surrounding Gaelbolg raged like the winds of a hurricane. Faint crackles even surfaced the tighter Soren grasped his weapon.

…Bang!

Finally, Soren released his weapon. This action caused a terrifying bang as the sharpness of his spear even split apart all of the ambient energies. However, this action wasn't meant to be an attack at all. It was simply an exceptional means of transport unique to Soren and his weapon.

Afterward, Soren closed his eyes and exhaled. A second later, they slammed open while Soren's body vanished.

Meanwhile, Solomon came to a gradual halt as he looked up into the sky. The terrifying bang seemed eerily familiar. And, with the help of his augmented senses in the Avatar Form, he could sense that this attack, or more precisely, the turbulent energy laced into the attack, belonged to none other than Soren!

A faint smile slowly appeared across Solomon's lips as he shook his head. 'This guy is still such a child. What is this, some type of race? Very well. If that's how you see, then I'll back indulge in your little display!'

Wooooooooom!

A burst of astral energy spiraled Solomon's body that soon flowed to one of his palms. The energy condensed into a small yet opaque sphere right before Solomon's palm. The energy signature was by no means inferior to the power present in Soren's technique.

Once the energy accumulated sufficiently, it exploded but caused zero damage to the surface. The only reason for the sphere was the propulsion it granted. Thus, Solomon's body accelerated in the form of blinding light, almost appearing identical to a shooting star. If anyone were to witness the scene, the mixture of cerulean and milky white would make one revel at the scene's magnificence.

Not even a second later, the golden brilliance coming from Soren's side and the blue magnificence originating from Solomon's side arrived right in the middle of their flight paths. Both Solomon's and Soren's gazes met and to their surprise, both of them sported a faint smirk.

Meanwhile, the Disaster directly underneath their position looked up with a strange glint in its eyes. Perhaps for the first time in Astarat's history, a Terror displayed evident signs of fear! However, that was understandable. Having two Saints in their Avatar Form converge on your position was a pressure that barely anyone could withstand.

Their eyes conveyed an unspoken message. While Soren deftly snatched Gaelbolg out of the air without losing any of its absurd momentum, Solomon formed an astral platform and kicked off it to change his angle midair seamlessly.

An instant later, Soren's spearhead and Solomon's fist enveloped in powerful energies impacted the Disaster's frozen body. As expected, a humongous crater was formed with the Disaster's obliterated remains in the center. Soren and Solomon's combined attack was so frightening and fast that Disaster didn't have any chance to react.

Both of these individuals illustrious figures peered through the debris, seeming to be gods of war as they stared at each other amidst their wild auras.

"I believe that's my win. I landed my hit a fraction of a second faster than you did," Soren said with a proud smile. It was unknown if this was true or not, but Solomon didn't accept it, seeing as he responded with an apt headshake.

"Nonsense. Your eyes are just feeding you information that you wish to be true. We both know that I am the one who excels in speed between the both of us," Solomon responded.

Despite their disagreement, they both broke out into light chuckles. No matter what they experienced, they had been through far too much not to understand each other's personalities. While they were born to two different families, their relationship was similar to brothers.

Regrettably, they could enjoy this laugh for long. Even though they finished off the newly summoned Disasters by totally destroying their source, neither Soren nor Solomon could revoke their Avatar Form. They entertained doing so, but then it dawned upon them that there were still more of these Disasters present.

"They won't be coming back any time soon, if at all. But we still need to do more," Soren said as a grim expression slowly reappeared.

"Yeah. While the Grand Masters can easily deal with Disasters, who's to say that this monstrous presence would allow them to do so," Solomon agreed.

Regardless of the fact that the Grand Masters could deal with the Disaster in little to no time, just Az'kayzak alone was enough to cause them trouble. The Disasters coupled with Az'kayzak's presence would only become a true nuisance. Thus, these two decided it was best if they could pick off the excess number and whittle it down to a manageable state.

Even killing a single Disaster could reduce the Grand Master's stress considerably. Of course, before even thinking about interfering in the center of the Catastrophe Line, they needed to pick up their third.

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Meanwhile, Hakkur and Tiberius revealed irritated looks as they gazed between the six Disasters. Only one seemed particularly problematic out of all of them, given that its Death Command seemed more adeptly applied to its power.

It went without saying; this one that raised some wariness was Brukti, who had learned a grave lesson from his fight against Solomon. He even appeared more composed as he patiently waited beside Az'kayzak.

"It seems they have perished rather quickly. It must be the work of the old wench," Az'kayzak said after noticing Evangeline disappear and reappear within a brief window.

Brukti merely grunted in response without moving his head towards the distance. A cold gleam entered his deep emerald eyes after Az'kayzak's words, however.

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