Rise Of The Infinite Sovereign-Chapter 351: A Battle To Remember

*Crash!*

The soil caved in as Frederick and Mavar battled. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The support from the three siblings helped Fredrick do more than just ward off Mavar’s attacks.

He got some good hits in, stamping well timed punches on Mavar’s face.

As peak Grandmasters, they could make out the silhouettes of Mavar once they strained their eyes.

With that, they launched attacks, either physical or elemental, towards the location they thought he’d appear next, many times failing whilst succeeding at other times as well.

Regardless, whenever they attacked, it caused an inevitable delay in his movements, giving Frederick split second chances to do damage.

They were also close calls.

For one, During their battle, Mavar moved in an unpredictable manner, throwing off the siblings’ eyes before suddenly tossing his hammer towards them.

Too fast to dodge, they had Frederick to thank for their lives as he swerved the hammer off course using a wall made of earth.

In this way, it rolled like a wheel, building momentum before landing just a step in front of them, rather than smashing into them straight on.

Even then, the energy it discharged blew all three siblings away, cracked the ground a lot and even fractured Theron’s left arm.

Since then, they’d dodged the hammer at least five more times, Ashton got his left foot broken on the fifth try while Johan nearly got his head blown off by a punch from Mavar, only to be saved by Frederick at the last second.

Upon all this, none of the three brothers showed any hint of retreat and pressed on, placing fireballs and using the sand to disturb and interfere with Mavar’s flow.

That didn’t make things easier though, as Mavar seemed unaffected by the whole ordeal, hitting with the same volume of strength no matter which attack he suffered.

Any injuries were quickly healed, just like a certain someone, albeit slower.

But eventually, the Mythical being began showing signs of fatigue. Their attacks were definitely taking effect.

At this juncture, Frederick himself was in no great shape, but he pushed himself, coordinating with the three brothers to deal attacks at different intervals.

In a barrage of punches, Mavar had one of his small tusks broken off and unlike other injuries, that wasn’t going to grow back.

So began the final bout.

Working together, the three brothers proved a handful for Mavar to deal with, successfully thwarting his attacks multiple times.

As the battle went on, they familiarized themselves with Mavars fighting style, giving them a bigger edge the more they fought

Even with injuries, slowly but surely they tilted the battle to Frederick’s favour, and survived Mavar’s surprise attacks time and time again, greatly frustrating the warrior.

In a brawl of four against one, things got messy really quickly.

Luckily, all four had trained for situations like this.

The rest of the battlefield was even more chaotic, as tens of smaller battles happened all over the place.

Having morphed into a silver hawk, Roxanne explored the air and sent down sharp silver feathers raining on the otherworld army while evading other Grandmasters.

Velora on the other hand was all over the battlefield, making wounds all over a monster and moving to another, leaving her poison to do its job.

Many times, she attacked monsters locked in battle, therefore giving Oranians an edge.

A marvellous supporting strategy.

The other Orianian Grandmasters held off the otherworld Grandmasters, sending lethal attacks at each other in a bid to kill the enemy.

Quartez was littered with corpses of humans and beasts, and the stench of death had begun permeating the air.

Up close and personal, there was nothing pretty about war.

With both sides losing forces, the Oranians could only hope that Ezra could stop the enemy’s ability to constantly replenish their forces.

That was the key to victory.

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Diving, Ezra reaches the falling Bezart and grips him by the tail, making an immediate change from downward to forward, back on track towards the gigantic dungeon.

Behind him, ice swords miss him and hit the ground instead, imploding into brilliant sparks.

Beyond them, Gaza was still hot on his tail.

The mage couldn’t hope to catch up, but he knew something that would.

While on the move, he conjures a red magic circle, larger than his previous ones.

From within came a fire sword, moving wavy as if a large gust wind would shatter it.

Holding onto Ezra’s position, he lets it off, leaving a trail of red as it gains on the target.

Ezra smiles on his own end. The dungeon had come into view, as did the otherworldly monsters constantly exiting it.

[Dodge!]

Zydrax’s voice broke the tranquillity in the atmosphere.

’Huh?’

It took him a second to decide, that made him too late to act.

*Boom!*

The arrow imploded upon contact with Ezra’s lightning.

It caught him unawares and blew him off course, sending Bezart falling out of his grip and Skyfall fell from his mouth as well.

Falling from the sky black faced, Ezra regains consciousness, opening his eyes to be hit with a good headache.

’What happened?’

Most of his clothes had burnt off, leaving a small part of his trousers.

’Oh yeah’

He remembers, and with a quick look, he sees Bezart falling not far from him.

Bezart looked extremely pathetic, as he tried to pull the sword out of his throat with the little strength he had left, but because he’d been blinded, he couldn’t even do that with accuracy.

Bursting out with lightning, Ezra beamed straight at him, grabbing the Skyfall sword that fell out of his mouth moments prior.

Colliding, Ezra stepped on Bezart, using him as a footstool to descend.

Tearing through the air, he punches the sword in deeper once more, rendering Bezarts efforts useless, before stabbing the second sword right through his lower stomach.

"Ack-

Bezart seemed to have something to say, but Ezra wasn’t exactly listening.

A good punch had the second sword coming out of his back.

Falling, he looks to see ice swords back on his tail, this time you had ice spears among and even fire arrows.

Gaza was seriously looking to kill him, even employing diversity to do so.

With a steady footstool, Ezra raises his arms to the approaching objects and fires back with beams of lightning, destroying them.

This went on for half a minute before Ezra looked down to check the remaining distance.

Upon doing that, he raises an eyebrow. "Oh"

*Bam!*

He landed with a bang, causing an eruption of sand whilst killing a bunch of passing otherworld beasts.

As the dust clears, we see Bezart transfixed at the center of the eruption. His limbs bent in weird ways as he lay silent like a doll.

The only sign of life was the occasional twitching and the sound of his heartbeat.

Only then did Ezra step off of him.

Stepping off, he stares Bezart in the eye, not that the blinded dragon could see anything.

Without a word, Ezra pulls out both swords, wills Skyfall into its scythe form and like digging with a pickaxe, he places the scythe right in the exposed mouth, infusing the elements of fire and lightning into it right after.

Increasing the output, Bezart is torched from the inside out, his stomach momentarily bloats and then subsides before smoke starts exiting the gap in his scales.

After such a beating, the fine armour had almost become unrecognizable.

All the dragon could muster to express his pain was a subtle croak.

With all the damage done beforehand, it took a mere ten seconds to snuff out whatever life remained.

With how much the corpse sizzled, it’s safe to say that Ezra just created a whole new level of crispiness.

The ice swords and others closed in on him at this moment.

To be clear, the time between the landing to Bezart’s death was less than a minute.

Quick to react, he sucks Bezart’s corpse into his space ring, covers himself with lightning and runs off with Skyfall in sword form.

The dungeon was just up ahead.

Racing towards it, he didn’t miss decapitating and slicing

otherworld monsters along the way.

Fifteen steps away from the dungeon, something lands in front of it, kicking up little dust.

Right after, the person is revealed.

Gaza stood there, his fury and anger unhidden as he glared at Ezra with a redness in his eyes.

Ezra had no qualms staring right back at him. He also had red eyes.

With a staff in hand, Gaza stomps the ground, embedding a white magic circle on its surface.

"I’ll kill you!"

He stomps the staff on the ground, generating a shockwave that pushes Ezra back.

Speeding up, Ezra steps onto the white magic circle in the grown and immediately feels its effects.

He drastically slows down, making him a walking target.

Literally.

A large magic circle appears by Gaza’s side right after, this one glowing red.

An arrow of fire pops from within like a champagne cork, and gives him a blast to remember.

The enormous explosion sends him flying out of the magic circle’s range.

Coughing heavily, Ezra cleans blood falling from the edge of his mouth while eyeing Gaza.

’Should’ve known it wouldn’t be easy’

[Give me control, I’ll end him quickly]

Ezra shook his head. ’Thanks...but I don’t want to. I can’t rely on you forever’

[Watch out!]

He runs as a large fireball explodes in his previous position.

Eleven red magic circles continuously spewed large fireballs at him.

Covered in white lightning, Ezra dodged them all, throwing lightning bolt at Gaza, but they were all deflected by a barrier.

In this tense situation, Zydrax’s voice resounded.

[You might want to look up]

’Huh?’

Looking up, something large casts his shadow over him.

It was a large ball of molten rock.

Momentarily mesmerized, Ezra trips, stumbling in nothing but torn trousers.

On cue, a large fireball hits him dead on and sends him flying.

Coughing, he’s quick to get back on his feet.

Looking at the molten ball. He clicks his tongue in remark.

"Well, this won’t be easy"

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On Frederick’s side, the battle just ended.

*Cough*

Kneeling in the sand, Mavar coughs up blood, blue blood.

He looks at Frederick with an indecipherable expression while murmuring some inaudible words.

Well, with the spiked hammer embedded in his head, it was to be expected.

Then...Pam!*

Mavar falls on his back, dislodging the hammer to let blue blood pour out like water.

Gazing at the sky, his eyes become listless as he inevitably succumbs to the jaws of death.

Confirming his death, Frederick kneels, gasping for breath while three brothers slump to the ground like sand bags.

With a combo of skills and ingenuity, they won by the skin of their teeth, sporting different degrees of injuries as they lay flat on the floor, gazing listlessly and completely exhausted.

This was a battle to remember