The Guardian gods-Chapter 258

As the spear flew towards Silas, it divided itself while enlarging, soon like pillars the spear blocked Silas path.

Out from the body of the spear came corporeal ghost-like figures that looked a lot like elves.

Seeing the sight caused Silas to frown, halting his horse. He made no further movement to interfere as both he and Erik watched Edward battle the flying general.

Edward and the general quickly distanced themselves. Edward’s team was few, but they were doing a good job handling the aerial troops. Still, they were outnumbered, which the flying general was using to her advantage as she had a group of bone archers behind her to help tackle Edward.

Edward stood his ground, his flaming wings unfurled behind him, casting a radiant aura that distorted the air around him with heat waves. His eyes, burning with the intensity of the sun itself, locked onto the approaching threats.

With a swift motion, Edward raised his hand to the sky, invoking the power of Crepuscular. A searing beam of light shot from his palm, aiming for the nearest winged bone archer. The creature tried dodging with agility, but the beam took off part of its body and wings, causing it to screech in pain and lose altitude. Sensing an opportunity, Edward lunged forward, his flaming wings propelling him into the air with incredible speed.

As he moved, the bone archers sprang into action. Bones protruded from their arms, elongating and hardening into sharp projectiles. They took aim and fired with unparalleled accuracy. Edward twisted and turned in mid-air, his wings leaving trails of fire as he evaded the deadly projectiles. A few bones grazed his wings, but the heat of his aura melted them before they could cause significant harm.

Edward retaliated with a powerful burst of solar energy, creating a shockwave that sent the bone archers sprawling. As they distanced themselves from the searing heat, some weren’t lucky and caught on fire.

The female general, seeing an opportunity, shot towards Edward, surrounded by wind that pushed away the searing heat as she aimed to drive her claw through Edward’s back.

Edward felt the rush of wind behind him and instinctively veered to the left, narrowly avoiding the general’s vicious strike. The force of her attack, amplified by the gusts surrounding her, sliced through the air with a deafening whoosh. Edward rolled mid-air, coming face-to-face with her, and their eyes locked in a moment of intense confrontation.

The female general’s eyes glowed green, her clawed hand surrounded by gusts of wind as they took shape in her hand. She let out a fierce cry and launched herself at Edward, swiping her claw at him with the accumulated wind. With a quick sidestep, Edward evaded her strike and countered with a swing of his fiery sword, aiming for her exposed side. The general deflected the blow with a swift movement of her claw.

Edward’s wings flared, and he darted forward, slashing with his sword in a rapid series of strikes. The general met each attack with astonishing speed, her claws clashing against his blade in a deadly dance of fire and wind.

In the exchange, Edward’s wings tucked for a second, making him fall. The female general, seeing that, swooped in only for Edward to spin around, his wings propelling him upward in a sudden burst of speed. The general followed, her claws reaching out to tear through his defenses. Edward twisted in mid-air, his fiery wings creating a vortex of heat that forced her back. He capitalized on the momentary distance, channeling his energy into a concentrated beam of solar light.

The beam shot towards the general, its intensity blinding. She raised her arms, and bones grew out of her hands as they formed a shield to block the attack. A flash of pain crossed the female general’s eyes as the searing heat aimed to melt through the bony shield. With a screech of fury, she summoned winds that surrounded the shield, pushing back the heat from the beam. Edward poured more power into the beam, pushing the general back inch by inch.

The beam was suddenly cut off as Edward had to dodge a kamikaze maneuver from the bone archers as they threw themselves at him. With a quick swing of Edward’s sword, they all caught on fire before they could get close to him.

The female general, having broken free, dispelled the remaining beam with a wave of her claw. She lunged at Edward, her movements a blur as she aimed for his heart. Edward parried with his sword, their faces inches apart as they struggled for dominance. The heat from his wings and the wind energy from her claws created a turbulent storm around them.

Edward shoved her back with a powerful kick, sending her spiraling through the air. The female general raised her hand in alarm, expecting Edward to fall upon her.

Yet the attack didn’t come. Stabilizing herself, the female general stood wide-eyed as the flaming wings behind Edward turned into dots of firelight that accumulated at the top of his head.

Edward, losing the wings, could hardly stay airborne, but with his connection and the pull of the huge fireball hovering above his head, Edward managed to stay afloat.

Looking condescendingly at the female general, Edward pointed his sword at her.

A beam, faster than those Edward had been releasing before, shot towards the female general. Gusts of wind surrounded her as she quickly took off in an attempt to dodge the beam, but the beam, like a heat-seeking missile, changed its trajectory and pursued her.

The female general twisted and turned through the air, her wings beating furiously as she tried to outrun the relentless beam. Her eyes darted around in desperation, seeking any escape from the searing light that pursued her with unerring precision. She summoned powerful gusts of wind to divert the beam, but it cut through her defenses, drawing ever closer.

Edward, with the massive fireball still hovering above his head, focused his energy, his eyes locked onto his target. The beam was his will made manifest, a concentrated fury that would not be denied. He could see the fear in the general’s eyes as she realized there was no escape.

In a last-ditch effort, the general dove towards the ground, hoping to use the terrian and battlefield to her advantage. She swooped low, skimming the battlefield combactant, both friends and foes. The beam following closely behind and with a will of it’s own, it through every enemy on it’s path and those who are friends are spared. Edward’s fireball crackled with energy, ready to unleash its devastating power. He descended slowly, maintaining his focus, knowing he needed to end this now.

The female general, realizing she couldn’t shake the beam, abruptly halted her flight and turned to face it. Her eyes glowed with a mix of fury and desperation as she raised both hands, summoning a massive shield of bone and wind. The beam collided with the shield, and for a moment, there was a blinding explosion of light and energy.

The shield held off the beam, which made the female general take a deep breath, but suddenly her eyes widened in terror as she saw two beams curving around the bone shield and moving towards her from both sides.

She tried to move up as the beams surrounded her left and right, but in an attempt to escape, another beam of light fell from above, engulfing her.

She screamed as the beam tore through her, her body engulfed in flames. The wind around her dissipated, her wings faltering as she plummeted to the ground, trailing smoke and fire. Edward watched her fall, his expression impassive.

The general crashed into the ground with a resounding thud, a cloud of dust and debris rising around her. Edward descended slowly, his fiery wings reforming as he landed softly a few feet away from her smoldering form.

He approached, his sword still glowing with residual energy. The general lay on the ground, her once fearsome form reduced to a charred and broken figure. Her eyes, still glowing faintly, looked up at Edward with a mixture of hatred and something else—perhaps acceptance.

"You fought well, creature," Edward said quietly, his voice filled with solemn respect. "But it’s over."

The general’s lips curled into a defiant sneer. "This...isn’t the end," she rasped, her voice barely audible. "Others will come...stronger than me."

Edward nodded, acknowledging the truth of her words as he looked around the battlefield. Since Silas gave the order of devouring, his army had been growing stronger with each death. "Perhaps. But with the blessing of our god, we will stand victorious."

With that, he raised his sword and brought it down swiftly, ending her suffering. The flames around her flickered and died, leaving only the stillness of the aftermath.

Erik, seeing the result of the battle, began laughing as he looked at Silas. He knew that their battle was drawing near as Silas no longer had his smirk on his face instead was staring coldly at him.