It didn't matter if Arthur revealed some of the Fae and techniques that he had hidden in front of everyone. His cultivation wasn't able to be seen with the extraordinarily large amounts of spiritual essence in the air, considering that it actually caused physical pain to Rank 2 and Rank 3 Fae Masters.
Elder Vova and the others were no exception to this rule. Even if all of them managed to fully comprehend Laws, there was just too much differently Attributed spiritual essence to fully block out all of it.
Even if Elder Vova somehow managed to comprehend the first level of Wood Laws and two more addition Laws, there were still spiritual essence with other Attributes that could affect them.
Arthur was slightly better off thanks to his Sovereign Boundary Physique, but other than that, there wasn't much difference between him and Elder Vova or Elder Anatol.
Thrusting his bident forward, Arthur launched dozens of moonlight-coloured beams of light towards the sky. The sheer amount caught the eyes of all the Elders and other Fae Masters present, and they watched as these beams of light soared high up into the sky, directly above the Monsters gelatinous head, before bending more than ninety degrees, falling straight down towards the earth below, as if fallen angels being repelled by the Heavens.
The pseudo-Moon Attribute Control Skill bombarded the Monster with beams of moonlight. They pierced straight through its wrinkly, pinkish skin, and caused an explosion of pus and blood to be released from the dozens of new wounds.
A few of the contaminated mutants, that were once the fellow Fae Masters belonging to the Kovacs Clan sprinted towards Arthur, the Fae that were once within their origin essence seas, becoming the various Attributes that their bodies possessed.
Fireballs, shadow lances, icicle arrows, wood spears and numerous other projectiles were launched towards Arthur, causing the young man's eyes to flash green for a moment, as he activated his Rank 3 Verdant Root Fae.
It was one of the Fae that he had obtained from the Sleipnir that once visited the Winter Rain Mountains ever year. It was a defensive type Fae whose range exceeded that of most other Fae, allowing Arthur to actively defend and attack from a range.
Raising the massive, bull-sized roots up from out of the ground, Arthur swung his arm to the side, smashing all of those Madness-contaminated Fae Masters into a thick, crimson coloured paste. Gesturing with his head, the massive roots created a path for Arthur, never once forcing to him slow down and deal with the constantly birthing mutants and monstrosities.
Arthur glanced at Elder Vova, whose face was pale before shouting over the numerous explosions in the background.
"Elder Vova! I need you to use your Attribute Control Skill one more time!".
The elderly leader in charge of the Lecture Hall, gritted his teeth slightly before nodding and standing up. If Arthur had some sort of plan to slow it down, regardless of whether it was successful or not, they needed to try it!
Otherwise, this freak of nature would destroy the entire Village!
The two bulbous eyes on the top of the Monster gazed down at Arthur, its massive physique stirring even more with the sudden appearance of its most hated one.
The Madness could corrupt Randolf, even with the powers of his Foreign Treasure protecting him. It only drastically slowed down the process. Otherwise, Randolf would never be able to resist an entity who actual strength exceeded the limits of a Fae Immortal!
Arthur nodded, and quickly turned towards Elder Anatol, who was protecting the other Fae Masters from the growing monstrosities poking out of the ravine Elder Zarek had created.
"Elder Anatol! I need you to blow a hole near the head of this thing!".
The five hundred year old Kovacs Clan Elder paused for half a second before nodding and floating up slightly higher into the air. Arthur felt his eyes widen, and he waved his leafsword fae towards a sudden mass of fleshy abominations, severing the strange bloody tentacle with a single slash from his Attribute Control Skill.
Arthur glanced at his Father still sitting at the very rear of the battle, before turning back towards Randolf. Others might not be able to see the similarities due to the sheer twistedness of this Monster, but Arthur, who had personally seen him undergo the transformation, knew better than to doubt what he had seen with his own eyes.
The two eyes, which had grown differently to one another suddenly lurched forward, opening its disgustingly large mouth and releasing a seemingly endless amount of blood and yellow pus. From its actions, it appeared more like vomit than anything else, although Arthur just narrowed his eyes and dropped his leafsword down into the ground beneath him.
His range wasn't that far, especially in comparison to Elder Vova's Attribute Control Skill, but it was still more than enough to get the job done.
Countless shards of verdant grass shot up from the earth beneath the Monster's feet. It didn't really have feet, although Arthur could see the faint remnants of toes sticking out from different section of the Monsters anatomy.
It was so disorderly it was beyond ugly. And yet Arthur just narrowed his eyes, sending the needle-like grass blades towards the constantly birthing mutants and monstrosities.
The other abominations born from this Monster had turned most of their attention away from the other Fae Masters at this point, solely focusing on Arthur right in front of it. Most of the different Elders noticed this fact, although didn't seem to complain about having the stress of their battles reduced.
Arthur possessed more than one Attribute Control Skill, all of which he had created himself. They were sure that he wouldn't engage in a fight that he knew he couldn't win.
The seventeen year old young man smiled slightly as he ignored the slight pain that came from having a small droplet of foreign mucus spilled onto his body. In large amounts it would corrupt his Mind, Body and Soul, twisting it with inhumane matter born from Madness.
A single drop would melt straight through bone, so Arthur was definitely not complaining about the injury to his shoulder anymore.
A flurry of Falling Autumn Maple were unleashed on the constantly spawning mutants and monstrosities. Their fleshy physiques cut to ribbons, before one of the Elders spayed their regenerating bodies with a storm of lightning.
Alright Arthur! I'm ready!".
Arthur glanced at Elder Vova, who was standing beside Elder Anatol, nodding slightly and activating his pseudo Attribute Control Skill once more. The enormous, forty metre long vine emerged up from within the ground, flailing wildly as Elder Vova felt a small trail of blood leave his lips.
Arthur smiled even more.
"Use the petals to wrap around me! Elder Anatol will create a hole in the Monsters head and I'll enter it and destroy it from the inside!".
Elder Vova's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously!
"Not on your life Arthur! Just a drop of that Monster's bodily fluids would melt you down to nothing but a red sludge! Let someone else do-".
Arthur just smiled, summoning Verde from his origin essence sea. The small, green skinned ghost lifted his head slightly and gazed at the Monster before it, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes before Arthur placed his hand on his head.
Elder Vova obviously knew of Verde and was now much more familiar with the rankings and potentials of Ghosts after seeing Arthur annihilate that young man from the caravan.
Verde was a Revenant-class Ghost. One that had the potential to reach Rank 4 at the very most. Even if it was still a young ghost, it was better to send something without a physical body than Arthur whose talents exceeded anything the Kovacs Clan had before....
Elder Vova gritted his teeth for a moment before feeling a hand being placed on his shoulder.
Elder Anatol, just gave his descendent a blank expression, causing the younger Elder to let out a sigh and shake his head.
He turned towards Arthur, nodding slightly before raising his arm, activating his Attribute Control Skill.
On the other side of the battlefield, Dominic and Leon's eyes widened, and they couldn't help but shout out. Their voices and cries gone unheard over the sounds of explosions and screams from the mutant Fae Masters.
They wanted to turn towards their Father, but he too, did not hear them.
The only thing that they could do, was hope that Arthur didn't die.