Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 947

Chapter 947: Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (1)
Summoning both Zeth and Aemorus, Shye and Shirley leaped onto their mounts, leading the charge like great generals of a rising kingdom.

Their majestic steeds thundered across the crystalline floor, shattering black shards beneath their hooves and sending them scattering in all directions as the cohort surged forward.

Far behind them, Harry and David began casting spells, staying close to Luna—their steadfast protector.

Siegfried, Seira, Ian, Maia, Lesurii, and Reginald guarded the flanks as they advanced in a wedge-like formation.

Witnessing the sight, Dweezel merely sneered in derision.

The old snake raised his arms—hands open, fingers extended—and pointed forward, commanding his hero army to advance and confront the audacious cohort of youngsters.

Meanwhile, the Hawklings remained behind, performing rituals—seemingly summoning something with the aid of a black scroll, its center marked by an eerie, blood-red magic circle.

Dweezel’s bastards infused mana into the scroll, unleashing an unexpectedly pure and pristine energy that seeped into the air.

The scroll itself looked downright unholy, yet the energy it summoned was undeniably pure—an unsettling contradiction.

Zeth’s eyes narrowed as she sensed the energy.

It was the same type of energy that existed in her home world—Gomparo.

The gorgeous black mare didn’t have time to ponder much, however, as they soon arrived within the optimal engaging distance.

The Duchess and her consort opened the battle by baring their equine jaws—one conjuring a modest-sized blue fireball, the other an annihilating beam of light.

Without hesitation, they unleashed their attacks straight at the approaching Soulless Heroes.

The enhanced combat instincts of the said adversaries, however, were nothing to scoff at.

Most of them evaded with ease, and the two attacks claimed only two casualties—far fewer than the unsealing cohort had hoped for or expected.

One former Phaskaldan warrior hero was consumed by the blue flames, reduced to nothing but ashes.

Aemorus’ beam, on the other hand, obliterated a former mage heroine from Raumann into mere particles.

Shye and Shirley then sprang off their mounts, using Zeth and Aemorus’ backs as stepping platforms as they activated [Dash].

The next instant, the two appeared in front of the Soulless Heroes—though one was slightly faster than the other.

The two equines, meanwhile, flew and charged another devastating attack in mid-air.

Dweezel’s Hollows reacted.

Shye’s target, a former Warrior Hero from Weaven, raised her shield and conjured a translucent, spiked silver barrier.

Upon impact, it would reflect seventy percent of the damage back to the attacker—unless it shattered.

If it did, the full one hundred and seventy percent of the accumulated damage would rebound onto its wielder as backlash.

Shye attacked with a [Power Slash]-[Lethal Edge]-[Boost]-enhanced strike.

What else would’ve happened?

The spiked silver barrier shattered, and the Soulless Hero perished instantly.

She collapsed to her knees before falling onto her side, her face pressing against the crystalline floor.

For a while, she convulsed, vomiting eerie black blood—until, at last, her physical body found eternal rest.

Shirley’s attack, on the other hand, while not as powerful, was able to also make her opponent—a katana wielder warrior like she was—vomit blood while staggering backward a few meters.

The tip of the cohort’s spear proved sharp enough to carve an opening.

Now, the Soulless Heroes had a breach in their formation in the middle.

Siegfried and Seira immediately capitalized, attacking those behind Shye and Shirley’s targets with one of the strongest attacks in their arsenal.

The former managed to kill his target—a scout hero—instantly, while the latter had no such luck.

Luckily, the scouts of the cohort were always at the ready.

Reginald reappeared beside Seira’s target, taking the middle-aged man’s life with a single, ruthless strike to the brain.

Maia, Ian, and Lesurii also found their targets but had varying degrees of success.

The little sister, in particular, did not have the brute strength required and was pushed back instead.

Lesurii, on the other hand, managed to wound her target deeply, while Ian outright took his opponent’s life with a vicious neck slash.

Harry and David also naturally shot their projectiles whenever they finished casting, sometimes managing to take out an enemy, but more often than not, their spells were either stopped or evaded.

It couldn’t be helped.

This was a battle of the highest caliber, laying bare the stark differences in combat prowess across the entire cohort.

Some were just not as strong as the others.

If not for their Hadean Varsa Soul Crests— which shaved five years off their lifespans—none but Shye, Shirley, Siegfried, and Ian would have stood a chance at fighting back.

At that moment, Zeth and Aemorus unleashed their charged attacks. Two projectiles descended upon the Soulless Hero army—one bright and as menacingly fast as a falling star; the other, like a small blue sun sinking from the heavens.

Naturally, the bright falling star struck first.

The Soulless Heroes were quick enough to dodge the radiant star itself.

However, they were unprepared for the explosion that followed—hundreds of razor-sharp light shards burst outward in every direction.

Some were killed instantly, a few suffered grievous wounds, while most escaped with minor cuts.

It was a fearsome attack from Aemorus.

Unfortunately, the soulless knew neither fear nor exhaustion—only carnage and death.

After scattering briefly, they surged back like a relentless tide, halting the cohort in their tracks once more.

None even spared a glance at the slowly descending blue sun.

Though still reasonably far away, such a horrifying attack would have made any normal human tremble—forcing them to desperately think of a way to counter it in the precious seconds before impact.

Nonetheless, the white stallion’s attack gave Shye and the others a great path to advance.

While they were now perilously right in the middle of the Soulless Hero Army, they were close to piercing through their formations.

And so, the cohort fought and fought hard.

Blades clashed against blades, elemental spells flew, daggers reaped lives, and arrows struck and minorly injured a few cohort members.

It was inevitable as there were simply too many competent enemies.

“We’re almost through!” Shye shouted, hoping to lift his crew’s spirits.

For some, it worked wonders; for others, it barely made a difference.

Regardless, they fought on, waiting for the blue sun to descend and incinerate their enemies.

They hoped it would be the final catalyst for their cohort’s breakthrough.

It almost was.

But then, a divine claw mark—its shape resembling a tiger’s talons—slashed toward the blue sun, clashing against it in a fierce struggle.

A moment later, another blast, this one like condensed plasma, joined the fray.

Together, they shattered Zeth’s azure sphere of densely packed, roaring flames, reducing it to a violent explosion of gray smoke.

None of the Hawklings could have launched such a devastating attack.

Shye was certain.

The cohort fought fiercely within the thick smoke, their bodies and minds pushed to the limit as they inched ever closer to the Black Dragon Gate.

They focused as best they could—after all, even the smallest mistake in a battle of this caliber meant instant death.

Then came the sounds—roars, neighs, and other beastly cries echoing through the haze.

Shye’s eyes narrowed and a hint of anxiety crept into his heart.

What the hell was going on?

When the smoke finally cleared, the cohort’s eyes widened, and, for a brief moment, they lost focus.