The scene of Arthur stopping the massacre was on every television in the world. From the strongest guild who watched the calamity with interest to the gigantic palaces who wished for the fall of the Yalveran Union.
The race toward the next human evolution was a competition between every nation. Resources, power, safety, and glory were all sought by the awakeners of the world.
However, everyone could agree that Amelio was a significant threat to the world. It was safe to say he was the most dangerous calamity to ever arrive in their world, purely judging his stats. After all, the amount of destruction he brought in a single day was immense.
If Amelio were allowed to exist, then the world would live in fear. Therefore, while the kingdom of Yalen was facing calamity, the rest of the world prepared for the worst: its destruction.
However, even though the sky was lined with numerous world-shaking masters, none of them dared to interfere with the fight. After all, the Yalen King has yet to send for help. If any of them dared step foot into the kingdom, it would be similar to declaring war.
“What is the All-Seeing King doing?” asked a man who rode a giant dragon. “A single Protection Summon will solve this issue. However, if we don’t receive one, then we cannot interfere.”
“I have seen the broadcast,” said a robotic voice in a monotonous tone. “The Yalen King wants to kill Arthur Silvera, who fought against the Deranged Prince, Alfred. It seems that even though the young genius was labeled a hero and danced with the princess, their enmity runs deep.”
“A feud is one thing, but the safety of his kingdom should take priority,” said a beautiful woman riding a broom. “However, it is not unexpected from the man known as the King of Greed. After all, his kingdom has Avarice Dungeon.”
The rest of the masters could not help but nod in agreement. Even though the Yalen King was all-seeing, he was far from being the wisest. His ability to find wealth and treasures was second to none, but this made his greed grow.
It was unknown whether the woman’s words were correct, but it was hard to call it a coincidence. The Sins Dungeon appears where they belong, after all. It was the sad truth for the other sins, but no one dared to mention that they had royal flaws.
“He should give up once the soldiers perish,” said a giant standing at the same level as the flying masters. His voice was deep, penetrating the earth as he spoke. “However, those ants are more admirable than their cowardly king.”
“Don’t speak ill of him, barbarian,” replied a knight in shining armor. “The King is free to do what he wants with his kingdom. We are here to stop the calamity before it harms any of our kingdoms.”
“That is not the case for those two,” said the woman on the broom while looking at the robot and the man riding a dragon. “You came here from afar to test yourselves, right?”
“Do not talk about me like that, witch,” said the robot in its flat tone. “I am here to test how well our technology can fare against a calamity of this level. This is for world peace.”
“As for I,” said the man riding the dragon while staring at Kera, far away, “there is an interest within me in that man who can tame dragons and become one with them. That is the lost technique of my territory, Thiria!”
“It seems we all have reasons to be here,” the woman smiled. “Amelio threatens our kingdoms since we share a border with the Yalveran Union. However, it doesn’t mean we aren’t interested… in him.”
“The broadcast is still ongoing,” said the knight while staring at the hologram in front of him. “That man… is still fighting against Amelio. When did he become so strong?”
“The outsider has never been a man we can predict,” said the robot as his eyes zoomed into the battlefield. “His current strength seems to come from the White Fairy and her ability, but he should not be capable of wielding it.”
“A truly terrifying man,” said the woman with a smile. “However, that just makes me like him even more. It is a shame… if we have to kill him after this fight.”
“The Yalen King can summon us if a calamity appears, but nothing else. This is the pact we made during the World Summit ten years ago,” said the giant. “However, the king is playing a dangerous game by trying to kill the outsider using Amelio. If the outsider wins… then he will be a hero in the eyes of the public.”
“It is a gamble,” said the woman before licking her lips. “Arthur Silvera can die today and be the hero the world mourns, including us. However, if he lives… then the world will make him be a criminal and rebel, and then become ultimate villain.”
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The world trembled as the punch landed on the astral summon, and the terrain behind Arthur was flattened. Arthur glanced down, but he found that he was unharmed. These were the abilities and stats of four Astra-rankers inserted into his body.
“However, I cannot forget about mine,” muttered Arthur before he retracted his arm and golden mana covered it. “Legacy Rune: Release!” His giant fist generated a force that left a mark on the ground beneath them.
“That attack, I will take it to head one,” grinned Amelio before he whipped his arm free from Arthur’s grip and took a horse stance to block the punch with his stomach.
The world buzzed as his arm disappeared beside him and struck Amelio. A sonic boom echoed throughout the battlefield as his fist traveled faster than sound, sending Amelio flying before anyone could see what happened.
The amplification he received was triple-layered. The first one was from the Bloody King’s ability to inherit the strength of his ancestor’s blood. His second amplification came from the augmentation of Fey’s ability, which allowed him to borrow the power of the four Astra-rankers. As for the third, it was his Release Rune.
Arthur felt the bones in his hand break after it struck Amelio. The Fallen God was sent flying through the battlefield before crashing into the cliff, which started a deep crack that ran across it. After a few seconds, a significant part of the cliff was torn off and crashed toward the ground, where Amelio was.
“You did it!” shouted Ilia Perli from above him, but Arthur was not convinced. He did not allow his temporary strength to delude him from the fact that Amelio was never someone to be defeated. The only one that could beat him was his strength.
“Everyone, retreat!” shouted Arthur even while the ground was shaking from the result of his attack. The battlefield was covered in a dust cloud from the falling cliff, bringing down several districts.
The soldiers did not understand, but no one was brave enough to get involved in the battle of the monsters. Finally, Arthur turned toward the cliff to see Amelio standing beneath it, carrying the same grin as before.
Even his strongest attack was ineffective against the unsealed god.
Amelio raised and pulled his arm back before striking toward the incoming mountain falling on him, turning it into smithereens in a resounding eruption. Then, the Fallen God stomped on the ground to send a wave of destruction before rushing toward Arthur.
“ARTHUR SILVERA!” shouted Amelio as he reached him in an instant, and Arthur raised his arm to the side to summon the Lightning Spear, Lexus. “DIE!” Amelio brought down his fist toward Arthur, which felt like a suffocating mountain.
“NEVER!” roared Arthur as he stabbed with the lightning spear toward the fist. The spear was so fast that it turned into lightning that repelled Amelio’s attack, but the Fallen God sent another.
Cling! Cling! Cling! Cling! Cling!
Each of the incoming attacks was enough to obliterate a city, but Arthur used the strength of Fey and the Release-rune to defend against Amelio. However, even now, Arthur knew that Amelio was not reaching the limits of his body.
Cling! Cling! Cling! Boom! Cling!
If an attack was too fast for Arthur to strike, the astral summons defended against them. Although he could teleport away from this pressure, Arthur knew this was his chance to push Amelio to his limits.
The destruction that came from their battle was enough to terrify the world. Every deflected punch and attack sent the city crashing down until no building or signs of civilization existed.
As for the man facing these attacks, his bones started breaking one after the other. The moment his arm bent unnaturally with the bone sticking out of it, Arthur Silvera did not stop and transferred the spear to his left arm.
The fight turned too cruel to watch, as it was apparent that Arthur was suffering the great strength of Amelio’s lazy attacks. Although some believed Arthur was doing well, those with discerning eyes knew it was the opposite.
