"You filthy fucking harlot! You don't get to insult my god! If I don't kill you now, with god as my witness, may he strick me down! You have incurred the wrath of someone you don't want to anger!" He yelled out.
Just the same anger talk as anyone else. I'd been called worse by some of the slavers. I was used to the talk, but this annoyed me.
However, the cultist had some backing to his words as he became even more aggressive, shooting more and more beams. It became trickier to dodge, and one even hit me out of my blind spot, scratching my side. It wasn't a significant injury, but it annoyed me even more.
We finally arrived at the spot I'd prepared. It was my chance to get back at this annoying bastard of a cultist. He had gotten on my nerves.
"All this time, you have yet to hurt me." I taunted. "You might get smited soon by your god, you know."
"SHUT UP! When I catch you, and I will, you will know pain like nothing before." He said in a menacing tone.
"Too bad I'll never get that chance." I responded.
I started prepping the last stages of my plan. After I finished talking, the beams suddenly ceased. I kept running around in case the cultist had some other plan, but he just stood there. Intrigued, I drew my sword from storage.
"You've been talking alot." He said in a low tone. It would have escaped an ordinary man's ear.
"I think I know the reason."
"You haven't seen true power." He started raising his voice.
"You are a big fish in a small pond." He yelled out.
"But, I'll be nice." He said normally. "I'll enlighten you about how strong the real world is!"
I stopped for a moment to prepare my throw. I chanted low under my breath. I rocked my arm back, holding the 50-pound sword by the very edge of the hilt. The pommel is the only part touching my hand.
"[Lightning bless my magic, wind guide my aid.]" I started chanting
"You've been dodging all my normal attacks." The cultist stated.
"[Fire, burn my enemies, purify them for me.]" I continued under my breath. Magic circles formed, encircling my blade and locking onto the cultist.
"I think I'll show you something extraordinary." He started looking around the forest.
"[Gods, help me in my battle, guide my soul and arm.]"
"I think it's about nigh time I made good on my promise."
"[Darkness, cover my enemies. Hide me in your shadow.]" The magic circles started small, growing in size with every word.
"There."
"[Light, show my enemies the way. Let them believe in you.]"
"It was nice to kill you, kid." The cultist looked at me.
"[O'Death, give my foes your embrace. Bring them into your home.]" By the time I finished, they were twice my height.
I looked the cultist directly in the eyes. He was gathering a massive amount of mana.
"[O'Death, become my blade once more.]" The circles were fully formed now.
"[Sword]," I muttered.
The cultist wasn't playing around, either. The massive amounts of mana he was gathering changed, lighting up the night sky with their brilliance.
"[Ultimate Charge Of the Gods!]" The cultist yelled out.
Then I let loose, pushing with all my strength, my magic circles accelerating and applying to the sword. In a second, it broke the sound barrier.
My sword met with the barrier in the next nanosecond, a head-on collision with the cultist's magic. It pierced through the brilliant light, leaving behind a trail of pure black.
In comparison, the cultist's light only got brighter. It was so dazzling that it seemed the sun had descended upon the earth. I was forced to avert my eyes, adjusting them to wipe out the cultist's specific shade of light.
A gentle ringing sounded out. Then it got louder, a pure bass-line wave spreading through the forest—the trees around the impact bent from the pressure. It didn't stop. It only got louder until all the trees in the forest were bent. Some even uprooted and flew away.
In a couple of seconds, the shockwave reached the city. I was standing only a couple hundred feet away, and the sound was unbearable. My body was reconstituting itself into a more stable form.
Fortunately, the sound didn't last much longer. A crack resounded, covering everything else, reverberating all under the sky.
It was like the world had split open, but there was no sound after that. The light also dimmed, allowing me to revert my eyes.
The light cracked, and the mana split apart slightly. I saw my chance, so I took it.
"[Release]" I still hadn't used my original trap.
Still, under the influence of my sword strike, a new barrage of magic rained down on the barrier. More than a tonne of metal, ice, water, and other physical materials rained down on the barrier. Fire, lightning, darkness, light, and all elements were part of the barrage.
While the barrage continued to rain down, I ran forward. "[Blink]"
I arrived in an instant, grabbing my sword. I performed a complete 360, swinging the blade with as much force as possible.
Using my sword like a glorified baseball bat, I hit the crack with over 300 pounds of force. The crack expanded a little bit.
I then spun around the other way, backing up a little bit. Moving my sword in front of me, I jabbed forward. My sword hit the crack again. Sticking the tip in the crack, I continued running forward. Deepening the crack with each passing crack, I stopped the magic barrage.
I deeply depleted my mana pool, even more so than when I had fought the Hydra. I put all my focus into breaking through this one specific spot. Every enhancement, anything I could spare, was put into breaking through.
"NOOO! IMPOSSIBLE!" A voice rang out.
My sword shortly broke through to the other side. With even just a single breakpoint, the rest of the barrier became light work.
I put my sword aside, stabbing it into the earth. I then came closer to the barrier, winding up my fist. With my arm cocked back, I struck out. A massive pressure drop followed my arm. As it connected, the barrier shattered.
A million shattered pieces of mana returned to the environment. I saw the cultist on his knees. In his hands, he was clutching a tiny orb.
He looked up as I approached.
"Please." He begged. "Have mercy."
I picked him up by his collar with one hand.
"[Read]" After his information poured into my brain. I gently put him.
"Thank you." He whimpered. It seemed he thought I was letting him go. This only served to further my annoyance.
I clutched his head with my left hand and knelt at his level.
"You called me a fucking harlot." I then proceeded to squish his skull. His skull broke with a low squelch.
I turned around, walking back to my sword. As I walked past, I dragged it behind me.