Ramiel was Tharkeroth power was still matching his blow after blow, kick after kick, his stamina was equal footing to his, meaning only one thing he was getting buff enchantments from those who were watching them, even if he remove one of his limiters, Ramiel was not feeling fear for his safety but seeing Tharkeroth was using dirty tricks and was getting support was not the way of a true warrior, while their fist collide and hit each other body, Tharkeroth was able to mention that killing him will surely make his mother go insane,
With this, Ramiel was able to counter a crescent kick and a follow-up liver punch and jump backwards as Tharkeroth fell sideways, ploughing the soil as he stopped his movement while using his bare hands. Utilizing his strength, Tharkeroth halted Ramiel's strike momentum by firmly gripping the very ground he was standing on, preventing him from being thrown off balance or going any further.
Tharkeroth stood up as his swelling side, where Ramiel delivered a liver punch, was slowly healing with outside help. Tharkeroth cracked his knuckles and stated he would give his severed head to his mother, and she reminded him that killing him today will be payment for failing to kill Allatou Estrith Demiurgos a few months ago. This annoyed Ramiel, who cast multiple spells but not toward Tharkeroth, but it was directed at the remaining Minotaur that was still attacking the surviving guild volunteers.
" Controlled Arcane Barrier,"
" Hell's Scorn Punishment."
"Paralyzing Flame."
"Lightning Scorn Missiles."
"Flame Scorn Storm,"
The wave of destructive attack spell echoed and thundered; the Tharkeroth clan who was him saw this power and shivered in fear seeing such a display of control and force, but one person was so happy seeing this: Maiae Dallmethad forcefully took the enchanted bow that his flamboyant uncle was using to assist her father, grabbed all of the available arrows, and rapidly shot all of the arrows toward Ramiel while shouting
"Show me more!"
The arrows flew through the air with incredible speed, each one carrying the weight of Maiae's deranged affection toward the male warrior. As they struck near Ramiel's location, she was so happy that he didn't even move, as if he knew where the arrows would land. Ramiel calmly stood his ground, his eyes fixed on Maiae with a knowing smile. It was clear that he possessed an uncanny ability to anticipate her every move, making her even more determined to prove herself worthy of his attention.
Tharkeroth raised one of his hands. When the sound of a howling wind swirled as a huge battle axe came toward him, the force that resonated upon impact as he gripped it as it collided with his palm, was so strong that the wind that it created was strong enough to make Ramiels chains move, creating a gust that rattled the surrounding area. Tharkeroth's smile widened, impressed by Ramiel's strength and skill. He knew he had found a worthy opponent in him,
Meanwhile, the remaining symbiote that Ramiel tasked with finding more miasma to cleanse and be part of his armour was having a hard time until it was about to reach the canyon wall and entered small cracks that led to a small cave filled with dead remains, where the miasma was particularly dense. The Symbiote, sensing the potent energy, eagerly absorbed it, rejuvenating itself and strengthening its connection with Ramiel's armour. As it fed on the miasma, a newfound sense of purpose filled the Symbiote, driving it to continue its search for more miasma to cleanse and protect its host.
The symbiotes, remnants of small animals, were feeling the violent reactions from the other spirits in the miasma, but because of the kindness that Ramiel showed them, these small, weak spirits were so keen on fulfilling their task that they fought the other spirits to take over, absorbing their power and growing stronger. With each victory, the symbiotes became more determined to aid Ramiel in his mission, knowing that their connection with him was crucial for their survival.
As they fought alongside him before, the symbiotes felt a deep sense of loyalty and gratitude towards their host, willing to sacrifice everything to ensure his safety and success. Until they were able to reach the grave of a dragon that died many decades ago, as seen with wounds on its decaying flesh, signs of battle were seen inside the hollow cave.
As the symbiotes slowly consumed the miasma building in the dragon's resentment, they gained information on what happened to it, unravelling the mystery of its demise. Through their connection with the dragon's miasma, the symbiotes discovered that it had been slain by a powerful enemy, sparking a newfound determination to avenge its death and protect its host from similar threats.
The dragon saw the same honour their master has; as the dragon's will was so strong, the rest of the spirits were consumed by the dragon, but with a twist of fate, the powerful beast was amazed to see weak creatures fight bravely to serve their master and agreed to be part of their battle, but in return, it wished to seek revenge on the one who killed it in a dishonourable manner.
The dragon's newfound determination fueled its desire for vengeance, and it vowed to unleash its full power to protect its host and ensure justice was served. With the weak creatures by its side, the dragon embarked on a relentless quest to be the host source of protection
The battle was still ongoing, and seeing that the Guild volunteers were finally out of danger, most of the Harpies were too afraid to come near as a maelstrom of colliding magical energy was being released into the air. The sheer intensity of the magical chaos created a barrier, deterring any Harpies from approaching the battlefield. However,
a few brave Harpies managed to muster their courage and attempt to break through the barrier; a few were repelled by force, and most of them burst into flame and died, their bodies unable to withstand the overwhelming power. The remaining Harpy, witnessing the fate of their comrades, retreated in fear, realizing that it was futile to get near the two opposing warriors.
Ramiel and Tharkeroth, locked in a fierce battle, continued to unleash their devastating attacks, causing the ground to tremble and the air to crackle with energy.
The Harpies watched from a safe distance, their wings quivering with trepidation as they realized the futility of challenging such formidable opponents. While the Minotaurs just retreated as the ground was bombarded with wild outbursts of electricity, The surrounding dead trees swayed violently, their branches snapping under the force of the battle. The deafening roar of thunder echoed through the forest, sending shivers down the spines of all who witnessed the clash.
The Guild volunteers could only watch in awe as the clash between Ramiel and Tharkeroth intensified, their powers growing stronger with each passing moment. The sheer force of their attacks created a chaotic spectacle, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that interfering would be a grave mistake.
Knowing that Tharkeroth was using special artefacts to effectively absorb the enchantment spell that his clan was sending towards him and that they have sufficient mana cores to make this fight last a long time until the enemy runs out of energy, half of the dozen large mana cores were already gone, but Tharkeroth still did not want to give up knowing is this person is truly Allatou Estrith Demiurgos son his power should be nearing a thousand
Tharkeroth with a power level of 1500 and adding artefacts to increase all of his statuses upto 5 percent his body was a ticking bomb but his sheer massive ego and risk everything for victory was countering the overflow as he was already feeling inside him, so he has to release all this energy for him not to die, so with his battle axe he charges toward Ramiel with all of the weight of his conviction and malice that killing this man will bring torment to his clans eternal rival,
Maiae Dallmethad ran out of arrows to shoot at Ramiel , as Tharkeroth charging toward him, seeing the massive gathered focus energy in his battle axe, this was without a doubt strong enough to fatally kill him at this state, he was about to remove his other armguard limiter when a huge black liquid burst out of the ground and engulf him, inside the Symbiote gain access to Ramiels memory and saw he was truly fit to become their master, the miasma spirit cores agreed to be absorbed by the dragon spirit these included the the family of pygmy mouse that delightly accepted that they have fulfilled their master command and found him a strong familiar to be his protector and guard ,
As his axe hits the black liquid, his attack is potent, the explosion is massive, and the entire canyon is engulfed in a blinding light. The shockwave reverberated through the air, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet. Because of the canyon wall forming around the area, the impact force was pushed upward like an exploding volcano. Chunks of debris were sent flying in all directions, raining down on the surrounding landscape. The force of the explosion was so intense that it created a deep crater at the epicenter, leaving a visible scar on the surface.
A dark figure was standing where the blast was created; a fully armoured warrior stood in front of Tharkeroth, his twin-blade axe now held by this warrior's right hand. As Ramiels fingers shatter the blade and he delivers the liver punch with his right, Tharkeroth slightly levitates on the ground as Ramiel quickly changes his stance and rapidly gives out alternating punches, each strike landing with a thunderous force. Tharkeroth struggled to defend himself against the relentless assault, his own attacks proving futile against Ramiel's unmatched speed and precision. The ground trembled beneath them as their clash intensified, leaving onlookers in awe of the sheer power and skill displayed by the black-clad warriors.
His armour was thin, but he was imitating a surge of energy. that seemed to flow through his veins, granting him almost supernatural agility. Tharkeroth's desperation grew as he realized that he was facing a foe who had tapped into a hidden reserve of strength, making him an unstoppable force on the battlefield. The enchantment was slowly weakening, and he was now feeling the pain as he was still being punched relentlessly without a moment of rest, as if the attack was filled with anger,
Ramiel was delighted that he didn't need to unseal his power and was letting the dragon consciousness attack the one that killed it when it was hibernating underground years ago, and the audacity of using its core to forge the same battle axe he was using now, fueling its anger even more. As the pain intensified, the dragon's anger grew stronger, fueling her desire to avenge itself and reclaim its stolen power. With each blow he endured, he vowed to unleash her true strength and bring justice to those who dared desecrate her legacy. Maiae Dallmethad was now confused: was the man a berserker? Because the man's attack pattern was now wild, similar to his father's,
After a few seconds of brutal attacks, Tharkeroth let out a deafening roar, shaking the ground beneath them. The force of his rage seemed to awaken something primal within him, causing his movements to become even more frenzied and unpredictable. It was as if he had tapped into a deep well of untamed power, channelling it through his broken battle axe with each swing. Ramiel was now being pushed back. Tharkeroth's artefacts could no longer hold the massive input of mana that the Dallmethad clan was putting into them as the last mana core energy was transferred to the artefact that Tharkeroth was wearing.
Ramiel regained control of the armour and reshape it to his personal reference, a long black coat with a hood and replace a half mask cover with a more dragon-inspired look, but never forgot his mother's insignia and let the dragon spirit detach it herself and be his guard and partner, it was happy to gain her master approval of having a physical body to an able to move freely again, so with this, she decided to become something new to honour her master mothers insignia and that was a wolf,
so out of the ashes of anger and resentment emerged creature that was the embodiment power and destruction the birth of Wolgan Lupus Draconis, a fearsome being with the ability to harness both fire and darkness. With its massive wings and razor-sharp claws, Wolgan Lupus Draconis instilled fear in the hearts of all who encountered it. Its presence alone was enough to command fear and submission from even the mightiest of foes.