Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 956

Chapter 956: Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (10)
With Shye temporarily gone, unease settled over the cohort.

Only now did they realize how much of a pillar he had been to them.

Almost everyone—except for the two battle-crazed individuals and a certain stalwart shielder—felt the weight of the looming battle.

They weren’t confident.

Even the three who remained composed weren’t truly assured of victory.

The difference was that something else held their resolve together—two driven by their love for raw combat, and the other by duty and her noble spirit.

Siegfried and Luna stepped forward, not a hint of fear on their faces.

“Hohoh, fighting a deity, huh? Not a bad way to go out, no?”

“Hold firm, everyone. We just need to hold on for a measly ten seconds. Crowley shall do the rest.”

A smile graced Shirley’s lips.

What was the point of overthinking now?

They were all about to die anyway. There was no need to dwell on matters with Shye—what would happen would happen.

With renewed resolve, she stepped forward, assuming her basic combat stance, her expression stoic.

Dying alongside her closest friends and her lover didn’t seem like such a bad fate.

Dying apart, on the other hand—that would be far worse.

The crystalline hall quaked once more as the sheer force of the White Dragon of Creation’s attack sent more black crystalline shards raining down.

The Soul Barrier wouldn’t last another hit—it was already on the verge of collapse.

And then, a second later, a pole-thin ray of light pierced through the barrier, shattering it into a thousand fragments.

Wendy coughed up blood from the backlash.

As the barrier’s owner, it was inevitable that she would suffer consequences upon its destruction.

Fortunately, while her wounded soul wouldn’t heal instantly, the damage to her internal organs would mend with a single contact cast of [High Heal].

Even with her health fully restored, however, a strange lethargy lingered—her body sluggish, her spirit weighed down.

She, unfortunately, had to fight regardless of what the uncomfortable sensations she was feeling.

The colossal Black Dragon Gate was blasted open by the residual force of the pole-thin light beam, its massive frame crashing down just meters in front of the cohort.

Beyond it, the Soulless gazed at them with unnerving intensity before resuming their advance, weapons raised, battle-ready.

The Hawklings followed close behind.

Meanwhile, Dweezel had already faded into the shadows once more—lurking, waiting, searching for the perfect moment to strike.

The battle of the Black Dragon Gate had resumed after a brief pause.

The Soulless Warrior Heroes reached the cohort’s defensive line in mere milliseconds, showcasing their peak human abilities as they viciously slashed their swords at the three warriors in front.

Shirley and Siegfried countered aggressively, their katanas masterfully deflecting the incoming strikes, while Luna braced behind her shield, absorbing the impact.

For a fleeting moment, the frontline held.

Seira quickly steeled herself and joined the fray, roaring as she swung her greatsword in a wide vertical arc. The sheer force of her strike forced the Soulless Heroes to momentarily retreat.

Then came the onslaught.

A storm of spells and arrows rained down from the mage and archer heroes, turning the battlefield into chaos.

Almost instantly, Shirley, Siegfried, and Seira were pushed back, gritting their teeth as they desperately slashed and hacked, fending off the relentless barrage of devastating and piercing projectiles.

Luna held firm for another second, her defensive skill barely sustaining her—until it finally shattered.

The backlash sent her staggering, blood spewing from her mouth.

Weakened, she stumbled back to where Shirley, Siegfried, and Seira stood, struggling to regain her footing.

Wendy then conjured an enormous, multi-layered barrier, fifteen dense layers of mana shielding the entire cohort.

Meanwhile, Shye was engulfed in a thick, black, sinister aura.

His body and neck twitched sporadically, and behind his closing lids, his eyes slowly dulled—turning bleak.

The cohort barely held on, enduring the relentless assault from Dweezel, the Hawklings, and the Soulless Heroes.

Seira came within a hair’s breadth of death when the sinister snake suddenly materialized beside her, his ghostly dagger aiming for her brain.

If not for her immaculate use of [Mana Shift], she would have perished.

Unfortunately, the skill’s mana consumption scaled with the severity of the attack, and a lethal strike to the brain drained over eighty percent of her reserves.

She nevertheless continued fighting. She had no other choice.

Blades slashed, hacked, and stabbed at them, while volleys of searing flames, razor-sharp ice, and cutting winds rained down, carving deep wounds into their battered bodies.

They were barely holding on, flesh burnt, torn, and bloodied, their survival hanging by a thread.

It was the longest five seconds of their lives.

Some endured longer than others, but inevitably, a few succumbed to their injuries and lost consciousness.

Maia, Luna, and Lesurii were the first to fall. Still breathing—but out of the fight.

Siegfried, Seira, and Shirley desperately held the line.

However, their hearts sank as something gleamed from beyond the Black Dragon Gate.

A ball of multi-colored lights surrounded by black lightning was headed their way.

Aemorus and Zeth would have helped if they could, but they were locked in a fierce battle against all Eight Spirit Kings—now including Regal, the Zephyr Peafowl King, who had returned to the fray after his humiliating defeat at the hands of the duchess.

Amidst the chaos, the two equines weren’t even sure if they were beyond the White Dragon of Creation’s attack range.

Their hands were full—no one had the power to stop the White Dragon’s divine draconic spell.

Things were looking extremely grim.

Worse yet, Shye was still in the midst of his transformation.

He would perish alongside the others at this rate and wouldn’t have the chance to even utilize his newfound powers which he exchanged for his very soul.

As the impending doom loomed over them, the cohort members’ lives flashed before their eyes.

Fond memories of their loved ones in Valenzia replayed in their minds, overlapping with a single, resigned thought:

‘Ah… this is the end, I suppose.’

It was then that roaring flames touched with a hint of divinity descended.