The Guardian gods-Chapter 259

Edward flew back to Erik’s side, nodding at him while looking at Silas. "Go ahead, I will take command of your troops."

Erik felt no need for hypocrisy as he cast a grateful gaze at Edward. Opening his palm, he called his spear back to him. He almost struggled to hold the spear as he sensed its anticipation and excitement.

Erik shot up once again into the sky, casting a weightless spell on himself. A square mana platform appeared under him, which he stood on.

Face to face with Silas, Erik found he had nothing to say, so they both just coldly stared at each other. Half of Erik’s mind was on the mage by Silas’s side, who hadn’t made a move yet. He had no idea what Silas planned for her.

Erik’s eyes turned cold as he shot towards the mage. "I will start with her."

Silas, on his horse, saw Erik’s plan. The horse under him turned into a pool of shadow that was absorbed into him. A scythe appeared in his hand as he shot forward, ready to cleave Erik in two.

Erik’s spear thrummed with power, the souls of his fallen brethren in the spear crying out for vengeance. He thrust it forward, aiming for the mage, but Silas intercepted him with a wide, sweeping arc of his scythe. The two weapons met with a thunderous clash, sparks flying as light and darkness collided.

Silas pushed Erik back, his eyes gleaming with malice and mockery. "You think you can defeat me, elf? Your world fell once, and it will fall again!"

Erik’s gaze remained steady. "Not while I draw breath."

Silas’s shadows writhed, forming tendrils that lashed out at Erik. With swift reflexes, Erik spun his spear in intricate patterns, slicing through the dark appendages before they could ensnare him. He chanted an incantation, and a dome of radiant light erupted around him, repelling the encroaching darkness.

With a grunt, Erik launched himself at Silas, his spear a blur of motion. Silas parried each strike with his scythe, the clanging of metal on metal echoing through the battlefield. Silas retaliated, his scythe slashing through the air with deadly precision. Erik dodged and weaved, using the platform to keep his distance from Silas’s scythe.

As they fought, Erik’s mind raced. He summoned a gust of wind, propelling himself into the air and out of Silas’s immediate reach. From his elevated position, he extended his hand, and bolts of lightning crackled down towards Silas. Silas snarled, summoning a barrier of shadows that absorbed the electric onslaught.

Erik descended rapidly, spear aimed at Silas’s head. Silas’s whole body turned into shadow that opened up as the spear went through, avoiding the strike. He countered with a sweep of his scythe. Erik narrowly avoided the blow, feeling the rush of air as the blade passed by.

Erik barely had time to recover from the near miss before Silas was upon him again, his scythe a whirlwind of death. Quickly distancing himself, Erik’s heart pounded as he landed lightly on the mana platform, his eyes never leaving Silas. The demon’s ability to morph into shadows made him an elusive target.

Silas’s sneer was visible even through the swirling shadows. "Your tricks won’t save you, elf. I am the darkness itself!"

Erik responded with a determined glare, then launched into action once more. He extended his free hand, channeling mana into a powerful spell. "Burning Light!" he shouted, and a beam of concentrated light shot from his palm towards Silas. The beam seared through the shadows, forcing Silas to recoil.

Silas retaliated by summoning a storm of shadowy blades, each as sharp as his scythe. Erik spun his spear in a defensive arc, deflecting the dark projectiles. With a swift motion, Erik dodged and parried, but one strike slipped past his defenses, grazing his shoulder. Blood seeped from the wound, and Erik winced, but his resolve only hardened.

"You bleed, elf," Silas taunted, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "This is only the beginning."

Erik cast a spell to augment his speed, becoming a blur as he darted around the battlefield. Silas’s scythe slashed through the air, but Erik was always a step ahead.

In a fluid motion, Erik created another mana platform above Silas. He jumped to it, gaining a height advantage, and thrust his spear downwards. Silas dissolved into shadows, evading the strike, and reappeared behind Erik, swinging his scythe in a vicious arc.

Erik spun mid-air, blocking the scythe with the haft of his spear. The force of the blow reverberated through his arms, but he held firm. He kicked off the platform, somersaulting over Silas. He lunged forward, his spear thrusting towards Silas with lightning speed. The demon parried, but Erik twisted the spear, slicing across Silas’s chest. Black blood oozed from the wound, and Silas’s eyes burned with rage.

Erik created a gust of wind, propelling himself backward and gaining some distance. He raised his hand, and a barrage of ice shards shot towards Silas. The demon twisted his form into shadows, avoiding most of the shards, but a few struck true, embedding in his flesh and drawing more dark blood.

Silas retaliated by summoning a storm of shadowy tendrils. Erik spun his spear, slicing through the dark appendages, but one managed to wrap around his leg, pulling him off balance. With a grunt, Erik used his mana to shatter the tendril and regain his footing, but the distraction allowed Silas to close in.

Silas’s scythe came down in a brutal arc, aiming for Erik’s head. Erik blocked with his spear, the force of the blow driving him to one knee. Silas pushed harder, the scythe inching closer to Erik’s neck. Summoning his strength, Erik chanted a quick spell, and a burst of light exploded from his spear, blinding Silas momentarily.

As Erik fought, he stole a glance towards Edward, who was directing the troops with remarkable efficiency. Their combined forces were holding their ground, but Erik knew that the tide of battle could shift at any moment. Especially with the mage being present and Silas troop that is growing stronger.

Erik surged upwards, driving the butt of his spear into Silas’s jaw with a resounding crack. Silas staggered back, spitting black blood and teeth.

Silas’s eyes glowed with a sinister light. "Your resistance is futile, Erik. You will fall as your world did." Even with a broken jaw, Silas still spoke clearly.

Erik’s eyes blazed with determination. "Not today."

With a roar, Erik summoned all his magical prowess. The air around him shimmered as he cast a powerful spell, a combination of fire and light. A blazing inferno erupted from his spear, engulfing Silas in searing flames.

Contrary to Erik’s expectation, the flames did nothing to Silas. Erik’s heart pounded as a gust of wind pushed him back. In his previous place appeared a huge worm-like mouth full of teeth, eating away the flames.

The flames, after being devoured, revealed the new appearance of Silas. Emerging from the shadows, the great demon exuded an aura of palpable dread. His form was a towering figure, cloaked in an ever-shifting mantle of bio-darkness that seemed to devour the very light around him. His skin was a deep, abyssal black, absorbing all light and reflecting none, making his exact contours difficult to discern.

His eyes were twin orbs of molten crimson, glowing malevolently with an inner fire that pierced through the darkness. Sharp, jagged horns curved menacingly from his forehead, their edges dripping with a viscous black ichor that sizzled as it met the air.

Wrapped around his form was a monstrous beast, its serpentine body coiled tightly like an insidious guardian. This beast was an abomination of fangs and scales, its skin a sickly, mottled gray-green that oozed with patches of necrotic decay. Rows upon rows of serrated teeth lined its gaping maw, each tooth seeming to writhe independently as if hungry for flesh. The creature’s many eyes were scattered haphazardly across its body, each one glowing with a predatory yellow light, darting and twitching in all directions, ever-watchful.

The demon’s presence was accompanied by a symphony of whispers and hisses, the beast’s teeth gnashing and clacking together in a cacophony of malevolent hunger. Tendrils of darkness wove between the demon and the beast, forming a grotesque union of shadow and flesh, a horrifying dance of power and monstrosity.

Silas’s new appearance brought a heavy, depressing atmosphere to the battlefield. The humans, even Edward and his soldiers, felt their hearts palpitate as they gazed at Silas, who was floating in the air.

An immediate, primal terror gripped the hearts of those who gazed upon him. This fear was paralyzing, reducing even the bravest souls to quivering husks. The bio-darkness emanating from the demon seeped into their minds, causing vivid and disturbing hallucinations. These visions were often grotesque distortions of reality, where the ground beneath them writhed with serpentine shadows and the air was filled with ghostly whispers that echoed their darkest thoughts.

Erik, who saw Silas, momentarily blanked out. Silas’s appearance, while different, reminded him of the demon he had once fought before. The same disturbing, nauseating presence was very present.