The speed and strength were out of this world, the hammer swing dropping so fast that neither Odoacer nor his mount had time to react. The colossal gray-skinned beast flew back, its 200-meter-tall corpse rolling and reeling across the air as Odoacer struggled to stabilize the crash.
"Humph!" With a disdainful snort, the Fylkir joined his hands, conjuring a blood sphere that halted Drakneil's aerial crash. Blood Genesis erupted next, reconstructing the mount's broken skull in a heartbeat.
[Solar Blood Field]
But barely had Drakneil's body been restored…that the whole thing exploded under Odoacer's feet, his eyes stretching to the limit as his mount's life subscription…expired for good!
He couldn't resurrect Drakneil either, why?! But before Odoacer could make sense of this absurd turn of events, the answer came crashing, a torrential storm of colorful flames that smashed into the King of Kings with the might of a thousand suns!
