King took a step forward, his bravado clear in his stance. If he felt fear he didn't show it. Each step Oozed power. He has breached the limits of humans to become an Emperor. By his side walk three grand kings, each top of their field when it comes to strength.
Even during the human monster war, seeing this many powerful people in one place was rare, if not unheard of. It wasn't just them taking up arms, the remaining three paladins ready themselves for a fight. The angels who were just mindlessly attacking the humans surrounded Zarall.
"I can't believe such lunacy, to think I wanted to spare you humans."
"Why should we trust a demon?" Asks Author.
Those words seemed meaningless, with how little they trusted a god. But they seemed to be echoed by the crowd. The loose monotony of their chant seemed ear splitting, each time they screamed kill the demon, slay that disgusting freak, don't listen to any devils.
King, roused by the chant, began the attack, from his gun shot six projectiles, each beaming rays of magic. They etched the sky, and found themselves striking Zarall right in the chest. His disgusting frame stumbled back, within that moment he fried forward. An unstoppable tsunami of death. The emperors and kings were just able to dodge out of the way but Zarall clashed through the angel turning more to dust.
"I am Zarall emperor of the deep. I won't fall, not even to a god." His claws tared heads from bodies, ripping through spins like butter, and severed angels in half.
KIng took all opportunities to hit Zarall, no matter Zarall's speed his shots never missed. But Zarall didn't seem to care as he tore the angels apart one by one.
Chin guy whose name is Velocita, dived in and stabbed deeply with his rapier, each motion strong and frigid like an icy wind. The arcs of his sword moved more like a whip than a piece of metal. It was almost like his sword had its own dance. Rapier put his foot in taking his partner and sending them in a spiral. It was elegant he would never step on someone's feet.
Gorilla, witch will henceforth be called Gorilla, defended the woman with all his might. If Zarall was drawing too close, he would swiftly dodge out of the way, attacking to keep his attention.
The woman, whose name is Vain, sat on one side chanting a spell. Zarall moved to attack king, his fist raised his time spell etched on his fingers. But a vine grabbed his ankle and lifted him into the air. Zarall flashed around and cut the vine, sending him plummeting to the floor. From above Kane floated, his body broken and battered. Zarall caught himself and moved back into the fight, slashing at an angel, just when it disintegrated King shot three times point blank into Zarall's head.
Zarall tilted on his feet, he almost fell over but caught himself midway down. Anger flushed his face. Author jumped in slashing down with his saber. Zarall grabbed the sword between two fingers, and shattered it. Author retreated, and someone handed him their sword.
"You damn rats, you pests all of you. Just fight me like a man. Where did honor go?"
James, who was reluctant to join the fight, rushed in. He pushed his magic into his sword, a technique he invented. Unlike raping your sword in magic, filling it up costs more Magic and requires more control. However the upsides are great, the sword as long as there is always magic pumping into it becomes almost indestructible.
"Falling lotus." The sword looped and spiraled like a falling leaf, but when Zarall tried to catch it. The sword plunged deep into his bone, effectively slicing Zarall's hand in half.