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Chapter 180 - [Chapter 178] Fight Between Gods PT 2

The Author breaths heavily as he glances at the Orc, who is barely alive. He is in a horrible state and looks like a bag of bones and skin, as if he was mummified. The Author removes his tail as he begins to look around, still heavily breathing.

Blood Nova is an ability that uses a large amount of blood to create a blast that could even turn weaker gods to shreds. But using this ability can take the wind out of the user temporarily, giving an enemy the opportunity to strike.

The red haze begins to clear as Saluma is revealed. Her dress is in rags as her body is scorched alive. She is missing patches of scales as blood seeps from each wound, creating a crimson mess of a thing.

As The Author breaths in and out while warily glancing around, he sees a bright white light soaring towards him. As it gets closer, it continues to grow larger. It begins to tower over him as The Author realizes, he needs to get ready, fast.

He quickly tries to prepare himself as he focuses on the blood inside him, slowly trying to increase the speed as his eyes begin to glow. The mass of white fire towers over The Author as a white dragon gazes down, fury and bloodlust filling his eyes.

Droke throws his arms open as he yells, "Wind Of The Wraith Domain!"

White flames burst into existence around the duo as the flames begin to swirl, their speed increasing as white tornadoes of flames surround them.

The Author's face turns grim as he looks around, 'This isn't good, in my current state, these flames could hurt me.'

Droke launches at me as his large dragon form attacks. His fists of flames begin to rain down upon The Author as he tries to dodge each hit, but failing horribly. In the weakened state caused by the Blood Nova, and the after effects of Adrenaline Rush, The Author can hardly move.

As more attacks fall, The Author fails to stay ahead and begins to fall under the force blows. Each hit scorches his skin as it constantly heals, only for the cycle to repeat again. His eyes begin to slowly glow, each minute getting brighter as he heals.

Suddenly, The Author stops moving for a moment as Droke throws another set of punches. But milliseconds later, The Author swipes his taloned hand, sending a wave of red energy from each claw. As the red energy hits the flames, a battle between the two happens as the tornadoes grow weaker. But before the tornadoes extinguish, they barely defeat the claws of blood.

The Author's eyes glow red as his eyes seem to be wild, like an animal. His breathing becomes ragged as his last conscious thought fills his head. 'I'm about to Blood Frenzy...'

The cloak is burned to pieces as his body is fully revealed. His brown hair and red eyes along with a red combat suit beneath, the suit covered in cuts and singe marks. But his talon like gauntlets have tubes from them leading straight into his arms, crimson liquid flowing threw them.

Droke, throws one more punch as he yells, "God Shattering Plasma!"

The fire on his arm condenses tightly as he pushes forward. His fist soars towards The Author and....misses. The Author dodged the attack by leaping to the left. As Droke is momentarily surprised, The Author strikes.

He leaps forward with his clawed hands wide, swiping frenziedly as waves of blood like blades flow from his fingers. Each swipe is rapid and untamed, as if a rabid beast on a rampage.

Droke grunts as his scales are shredded by the blood swipes, as if a blender was shredding strawberries. Blood begins to flow from the wound like a river, causing The Author's eyes to becomes even wilder. He lunges at the floating droplets of blood as he swallows as much as he can.

Droke stares in hatred and confusion as the spectating gods watch in awe. As more blood is taken in, the glow begins to fade from The Author's frenzied eyes. His thoughts slowly come back as he takes a deep breath, his actions becoming reformed again. He immediately dodges backwards as he analyzes the current situation.

'Damn blood frenzy, I need to find a way to control that...anyway it seems I injured his side during so. But I am close to going back so I need to deal with him quickly, no more messing around.'

The Author's face turns serious as he glares at the wound, blood slowly seeping out. The Author holds his two hands in front of him as he yells, "Blood Beam!"

His eyes begin to glow red again as a ball of blood condenses between his hands, swirling and shifting. Droke immediately reacts by holding his arms in a cross formation, the flames seemingly spreading wider as they grow thicker in density. As The Author's eyes glow brighter, Droke's shield grows thicker.

As The Author reaches his limit, his hands move behind the sphere, seemingly causing a reaction. The sphere explodes, turning into a swirling beam of crimson light. It hits the shield with a boom as his begin to glow so bright, the light begins to create contrails from his eyes.

Droke watches in horror as his shield begins to thin, the beam eating away from it. Within seconds, the beam has burst through with a seemingly nuclear explosion, the beam traveling through Droke as he screams in pain. As the beam of blood eats away, The Author begins to roar, his skin beginning to turn pale.

As Droke falls silent, the beam thins before completely disappearing. The Author lays in space, motionless as he floats silently. The large audience uproars, having increased from 7-8 gods, to millions. The fight seemed to have spread and this fight will be known for billions of years to come as, "The Unexpected Uprising."

The Author has fought many gods and goddesses, but usually in a one on one. This is something disciples and gods will discuss together, a legendary feat being accomplished. And even then, these 3 gods were high up on power, making even some of them afraid.

The Author coughs to life, somehow still able to move. As he looks at the unconscious and bleeding Droke, his tail extends between the two of them. The tail begins to split segment by segment until it reaches Droke. The spear stabs into his spine as it begins to take blood, a stream of crimson liquid traveling between each one.

The blood flows into The Author as his skin regains color, the red glow now a dull aura. He smiles as a hoarse voice emanates from his throat, "I win."