Chapter 747 - Armageddon
The story starts in Chapter 745 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem": My aura ignited, no longer restrained by fear or doubt.My mana screamed from me like... Don’t miss it!
My aura ignited, no longer restrained by fear or doubt.
My mana screamed from me like a supernova.
My primordial wrath surged into the heavens, turning the very air into a furnace.
They wanted the Devil?
Then so be it.
I'll give them a front-row seat to Armageddon.
I dropped from the sky in a single, controlled descent and landed beside my girls. Lyra nearly collapsed the moment we landed. She didn't speak, didn't whimper, just gave me a tired nod and a trembling smile through bloodied lips.
I caught her gently, then turned to Seraphiel. "She's yours. Heal her, please."
Seraphiel was already reaching for her bow, already in the middle of transforming it into a staff and calling on divine energy, but she hesitated for a moment as she looked at Lyra's scorched, beaten frame. But then, she shook her head and refocused, ready to heal her friend who was about to fall.
"You girls need to hang in there. Just a few more seconds. I'll flip the board."
I turned before they could ask what I meant.
I was already moving.
A thunderclap cracked behind me as my body launched forward like a bullet ripping through the battlefield.
The ground blurred beneath me. To the rest of the world, I was just a flicker of motion, a streak of burning black through the sky.
Defensive artifacts flared to life, their targeting systems locking onto the sheer surge of mana I was exuding, but…
Too slow.
The first cannon fired.
I twisted mid-air.
Dodged it.
Not by a margin, but by threads. Hair-width movements. I was flying faster than their targeting enchantments could calculate. They launched bolt after bolt, a rain of spellfire meant to vaporize anything in its path, but I was never there long enough to be hit.
In this manner, I tore through the chaos of war,
The response was immediate.