Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 428

Chapter 428: war

The battlefield roared with chaos as Aiden’s forces clashed against the advancing Abyssal reinforcements. The air trembled under the weight of unleashed power. Explosions of energy flared across the field, painting the night sky with vivid streaks of light.

Aiden stood at the forefront, his twin Martial Spirits—Golden Sword and Death Dragon of Infinite Darkness—emanating an oppressive aura that rivaled the Abyss itself. The dragon’s black flames spiraled outward, incinerating waves of Abyssal soldiers, while the Golden Sword sliced through their ranks with devastating precision. Beside him, Myne moved like a shadow, her daggers glinting as they found their marks with deadly efficiency.

Suddenly, a colossal Abyssal Behemoth emerged from the fray, its hulking form towering over the battlefield. Its blackened armor seemed impervious, and its glowing crimson eyes locked onto Aiden. With a guttural roar, the Behemoth charged, shaking the ground with each step.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. “Myne, keep the others away from this one. It’s mine.”

Without waiting for a response, Aiden launched himself into the air, dark wings unfurling behind him. The Behemoth swiped at him with an enormous claw, but Aiden twisted midair, narrowly avoiding the strike. He retaliated with a sweeping arc of the Golden Sword, its radiant slash carving a deep gash into the Behemoth’s armor.

The creature roared in pain, swiping again, but this time Aiden stood his ground. His Death Dragon roared alongside him, its flames coiling around his body and imbuing his next strike with even greater force. With a mighty slash, he severed the Behemoth’s arm, black ichor spraying across the battlefield.

The Behemoth staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, its wounds began to knit together, its regenerative abilities on full display.

“Of course, they’d send one of these,” Aiden muttered, frustration flickering across his face. He extended his hand, summoning the Reaper Scythe. The weapon glowed with a dark light, its edge sharp enough to sever even the most potent life force.

As the Behemoth lunged again, Aiden activated Space Rend. The world seemed to shudder as space itself tore apart in the scythe’s wake, and the Behemoth’s torso was cleaved clean through. This time, the creature’s regeneration faltered, and it collapsed in a heap.

Aiden landed gracefully, but there was no time to celebrate. Another surge of Abyssal energy erupted nearby, signaling the arrival of a new threat.

“Myne, report!” Aiden called out, his voice carrying over the cacophony.

“We’ve got a problem,” Myne replied, appearing at his side, her breathing ragged. “They’ve brought a Warlord.”

Aiden’s expression darkened. Abyssal Warlords were commanders of the Abyssal army, each one a monster in their own right, capable of leveling entire cities single-handedly.

As if on cue, the Warlord stepped into view—a towering figure clad in dark, jagged armor. Its helm bore a crown of twisted horns, and its blade, a massive greatsword pulsing with malevolent energy, seemed to hum with the promise of destruction.

“So, you’re the one causing all this trouble,” the Warlord rumbled, its voice a deep, guttural growl. ”

The air around Aiden crackled with intensity as the Abyssal forces began to close in. The darkened skies above the ruined stronghold roared with the echoes of distant explosions, casting flickering shadows over the battlefield. Aiden’s grip on his sword tightened as his Spirit Sense traced the movements of multiple enemies closing in like a wave of darkness.

“Brace yourselves!” Aiden’s voice cut through the chaos, rallying his strike team. Myne’s shadowy tendrils lashed out, felling the first wave of attackers with precision, while Rick conjured protective wards to shield their flank.

The Abyssal soldiers came in relentless waves, their bodies imbued with dark, chaotic energy. Their strikes were fast, vicious, and unrelenting. Aiden parried a blow from a blade wreathed in black flame, the impact sending sparks flying. He retaliated with a sweeping strike of his own, the golden hue of his sword piercing through the darkness.

“Don’t let them overwhelm you!” Rick yelled, his voice layered with urgency. A shimmering barrier sprang up just in time to intercept an incoming projectile—a shadow-forged spear hurled with deadly accuracy. The barrier cracked under the impact, but it held.

A sudden pulse of energy rippled across the battlefield, forcing everyone to pause momentarily. The ground trembled as a towering figure emerged from the Abyssal ranks. Aiden’s Spirit Sense locked onto the figure—a general, radiating power far greater than the rest.

“So, this is the famous Aiden,” the Abyssal general sneered, his voice resonating with a chilling, otherworldly echo. His armor pulsed with an eerie, black light, and his weapon—a massive halberd—seemed to hum with contained destruction. “You’ve caused quite the mess. I’ll ensure you don’t leave here alive.”

Aiden stepped forward, his expression calm but his heart steeling itself for the challenge. “You’re welcome to try.”

The general didn’t wait for further provocation. With a roar, he surged forward, his halberd swinging in a deadly arc. Aiden barely managed to block the strike, the force of the blow pushing him back several steps. The ground beneath them cracked under the impact.

“Focus on the smaller ones! Leave him to me!” Aiden shouted to his team.

Rick and Myne nodded, immediately turning their attention to the other Abyssal soldiers. Myne unleashed a barrage of shadow arrows, while Rick activated his flame barriers to trap their enemies and incinerate them in bursts of fire.

Aiden and the Abyssal general exchanged furious blows. Each swing of the general’s halberd created shockwaves that tore through the ground, while Aiden’s counterattacks glimmered with divine energy, leaving trails of golden light in the air. The clashing energies created an intense whirlwind of force that threw debris and ash in all directions.

“You think your tricks will save you?” the general taunted, slamming his halberd into the ground. Dark tendrils erupted from the impact site, seeking to entangle Aiden. He leaped into the air, evading the tendrils as he slashed downward with precision. The strike met the general’s raised weapon in midair, creating a burst of light and darkness that illuminated the battlefield.

“You talk too much,” Aiden replied coldly, his voice steady. Summoning his Reaper Scythe Martial Spirit, he unleashed a devastating horizontal slash. The scythe’s dark energy howled like a storm, cutting through the tendrils and slamming into the general’s armor, leaving a deep crack.