SHK CH 279 (Patreon)

Sol could not infuse the power of annihilation in the move as it consumed too much energy but the power behind it was enough to throw Nihil away like a Cannonball.

From the sounds, it was clear that she was now suffering from multiple bone fractures and most likely internal bleeding.

"You bastard…!"

Flames flared as Surtr shouted in anger. He was a great and proud warrior who had been fighting wars for millennia. How could he accept being toyed around like this by some kids?

Sadly for him, Sol had no care for his anger and Surtr could only helplessly watch as his position was once again switched with the now faraway Nihil.

He understood that Sol did not wish to deal with him and was well intent on finishing Nihil. While anger brewed in his heart, he couldn't help but marvel at how insidious this dimension was.

As long as Sol could switch them around as he wished they would be nearly helpless to mount any counterattacks.

The only way to fight against this would have been for Nihil to use her own dimension but because of her resurging wounds, she had been unable to do so until now.

Now her state was even worse than it was when she first escaped from Anubis.

Sol was very clear about his current situation. He was just a fake demigod now. Meanwhile, Surtr was a false god. At the end of the day, the amount of damage he could deal to that monster was limited.

But it wasn’t the same for Nihil.

By manipulating causality, he had brought up the small possibility of her wounds resurging into reality.

By using the war of his dimension, he was able to stop Nihil and Surtr from properly teaming up and could even stop them from bringing up their full power in fear of hurting each other.

‘Sadly, I am not strong enough to deal a finishing blow.’

Sol immediately realized this. It wasn’t just a question of power. His reserve of divine energy was dwindling fast. Switching around two powerful demigods like them was no mean feat after all.

‘If only I had two or so more days.’

If he had enough time to consolidate his understanding of his new skills, then with the power of a demigod, Sol was confident that he could bury one of those two here.

Once Surtr found himself at the edge of Sol's dimension, his mounting furry immediately cooled down.

Wrath could enhance his power but falling into the tempo of the enemy was unwise.

“Very well, little dragon, or should I call you Dragon Emperor? Haha… I acknowledge you as someone worthy.”

The very reason he felt that he was being humiliated was that he kept seeing Sol as a young dragon.

It was important to change his cognition.

No matter if the power of the boy was borrowed. The one in front of him was a warrior with strength and smarts worthy of respect.

Surtr could feel that the fight between the demigods and Anubis with Tiamat was not going well. They were still holding on, but they were so weak now it was deplorable.

‘This is why coming with those fake demigods was a mistake.’

He chortled. Not everyone managed to become a demigod through efforts and talents. Some bastards were simply lucky to inherit the decaying territory of a dead demigod. In fact, the vast majorities of demigods were in that situation.

After all, too many demigods died during the different wars that opposed Order with Chaos.

Still, those trash were useful for stalling time. Sol alone was a handful. If the Dragon Empress and the Necromancer King were added then they would die.

‘We cannot die.’

Nihil was Goddess Ymir's first blessed. She was their herald. It was impossible for such a chess piece to die in such a meaningless battle.

The same went for him. If he had to die, it had to be in a blazing glory while inflicting a deep wound to the force of Order.

All those thoughts flashed in Surtr’s mind as he watched Nihil finally create some distance from Sol.

The current Nihil was rather pitiful. Her clothes were completely ripped apart, showing the spring view of her naked body. But there was nothing erotic about it.

After all, she was completely covered in blood from head to toe, with many deep wounds opened, a part of her hair burnt and her flesh charred because of Surtr’s sun sword.

"Hm? None of you two are going to attack me anymore?”

Sol chuckled, raising his eyebrows, his voice transmitting to the two. As they were now it was meaningless to switch them since they were quite far apart and not using any attacks.

Clearly, they were wary of what he could do.

‘Hum. This is quite problematic.’

Even though he was jesting and mocking them, Sol was quite happy with the current situation. His goal had never been to win. But to keep them occupied enough.

Right now, he felt like he was a jester, pulling up a performance for his beloved public.

The look of hate and fury those two were sending him was truly heartwarming in his opinion.

On Nihil’s side, she had difficulty calming her emotions, unlike Surtr. Surtr was a powerful and experienced warrior used to defeat and suffering. In the first place, he reached his current level by devouring hundreds of thousands of Chaos spawns.

Nihil also faced her fair share of hardship. But the difference in experience was simply too much. This was even more so since she was the one getting blasted apart, not Surtr. This simple fact could explain the current difference in psyche.

“You must be quite happy.”

She spat those words with such a vehemence that Sol was surprised there was no literal cursed power in those words.

His smile remained the same as he gave a deep bow.

“I am but a humble jester. Giving my all to please a less than satisfactory audience. I do hope though that my performance was able to meet your expectation.”

He gave an elegant laugh as he pointed at Surtr with a movement of his chin, “Of course, if you are not satisfied why not go for another round? I believe our friend standing further behind me will be once again a willing participant.”

“You…Little piece of…”

“Pardon madam. What uncouth words coming from such a beautiful mouth? But please. If it helps you feel better, do continue. I have heard that cursing could help lighten the burden on the heart. But madam you see…”

All expression vanished from his face as he looked down at her, “I am honestly quite disappointed. I had many expectations about you. Your grand ideals, while laughable and naive, managed to intrigue me. Your plans were vicious, ruthless, and insidious. I had a great opinion of you. But now that I stand at the same height as you, I realize that you are naught but a child with too much power.”

Sol was indeed quite disappointed in Nihil. He had been expecting some deep mastermind who could stay calm no matter what the situation but her childish rage was ridiculous.

‘Is she really the one who made all the plans of the Wings of Freedom?’

Sol tilted his head in confusion. Now that he thought about it, how did she create the current Wings? She had been imprisoned with Drei for quite a while and when she got out, she should have not been able to move into the mortal world.

He was tempted to see her past but doing so would be a waste of divinity. As a demigod, Nihil's age was in the thousand. Searching through one thousand or more years just because of curiosity was unwise.

“I have heard enough boy.”

“Oh? Are you finally going to attack? Not scared of hurting your princess?”

Surtr laughed loudly as his body slowly began to grow.

From ten meters to a few hundred meters, then one kilometer and even more.

The shadow of his mighty form covered everything in front of Sol’s view, obscuring even the light of the stars.

Under the pressure he emitted, Sol’s dimension showed signs of cracking, unable to fully withstand the full power of a false god with his dwindling divinity.

“Now then, Dragon Emperor, I believe it’s time to end this.”

(AN: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PA6ZAlPcovg&ab_channel=quinny366)

Surtr’s voice sounded like thunder, filling every part of the world. Sol knew that switching such a huge target was basically impossible. Still, he did not fear.

He knew that Surtr was trying to escape. In his current form, there were few things Sol could do to stop him. Messing around with a false god in his dimension was one thing.

Stopping him from fleeing was another different matter. Not even Tiamat had been able to stop him from doing back then during the war.

This was why Sol had decided to not even stop them.

Rather than wasting time and energy doing something so meaningless, it was better to go all out for one last attack.

“Firstly, I like the title of Dragon Emperor. Though I would like something more personal, this would have to do for now. Secondly…It’s indeed time to end this.”

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Nihil bringing back her dimension. She was still horribly wounded, but with his dimension weakening, she had enough power to bring hers back.

Now it was impossible for Sol to switch the two of them.

Flames flared in the night sky as the heat of the sun was brought into the world.

<<Cruel Sun>>

A supernova formed high above him as if a sun was born and ready to reduce everything into ashes.

Now that Surtr was not limited by Sol’s dimension, it was once again easy to see just how truly powerful he was.

A being of cataclysmic proportion able to reduce all life on a planet to nothing with just a thought.

“Your might is truly worthy of respect.”

Sol could see the sun constantly growing and even his dimension showing signs of breaking down. It was now only a question of seconds before it was destroyed.

If he was here with his power as a Duke, he would have already evaporated.

Surtr wasn’t the only one preparing a big attack.

<<Dimensional Fissure: Black Hole>>

“Haha, how absurd.”

Sol could only laugh dumbfoundedly, a SuperNova and a Black Hole. It seemed that he really pissed them off.

He also realized just how ridiculous his own body was currently. After all, standing so close to a black hole should be impossible.

Still, once those two attacks hit, then it would be game over for him.

“Well, let’s see if it will work.”

Sol closed his eyes and opened his arms wide, and the two attacks finally landed on him.

(AN: I did say that CH 279 would be the last cliff. Technically…I didn’t lie. This is really the last cliff of this arc. Haha. Now let’s see if Sol really died or if I am going to search for a new mc.)