150 081. Aslan's Saviour -2 Part Two

“I’m the king, yet you dare…!”

His legs muscles bulged with pure strength in the next moment.

“…Make a mockery out of me?!”

Rahamma, while lifting up his mace, exploded forward from his spot and flew straight towards Tina.

To eliminate both her and the giant tree at the same time, he took an almighty swing with that large blunt weapon of his.

“Protect Tina.”

I stomped my foot on the ground. The spirits of earth and water floating around me quickly dashed forward.

The spirit of water created waves and pounced on Rahamma, and he got sucked into the crashing tides. At the same time, the ground shot up in front of Tina to create an earthen wall.

One mace and one staff collided mid-air.

At the same time, the flames wrapped around the staff erupted out. The mace permeating with demonic energy was instantly heated up as Rahamma’s hands gripping the weapon got burnt pitch-black.

“Heuh-euph!”

Rahamma somehow managed to withstand the intense pain despite the flames burning him.

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However, I could tell that the state of his body wasn’t normal. It seemed this bastard was gradually dying as this battle wore on.

Without a sacrifice nearby, he would have to put up his own life force as the cost for his incredible power. The longer he kept pouring out such an incredible level of strength, the quicker he’d reach his own demise.

“Stop him.”

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Two words from me were enough for the spirits to make their next moves. The spirit of earth grabbed Rahamma’s legs and dragged him underground.

The spirit of fire danced around the king’s figure and began burning him with an even hotter flame.

“Ooh! Oooooooh!”

Rahamma cried out a loud battle roar.

Eventually, every single drop of demonic energy he possessed filled up his big mace.

Well, there’s his one last shot. I’m sure he’s itching to unleash that on me.

I raised my staff in response.

Honestly, I had been thinking that this would be the perfect time. The perfect time to test the performance of this staff, that was.

“Die along with everyone else!”

Rahamma’s muffled roar barely managed to escape from the watery prison around his head as he slammed down with his mace. At the same time, I too swung my staff.