The Demon Monarch System

Chapter 567: Domination on the Battlefield

Domination on the Battlefield

Moments after…

Soren's eyebrow jumped when he noticed the pressure related to Solomon's Avatar Form reappear on the field. At first, he thought to scold him for making a foolish move, but his decision changed when a cluster of pure energy came before him. It paused for a brief second and then merged with his body seamlessly.

Soren could tell at a glance that this power was beyond Valerie's capabilities and probably the source for Solomon reactivating his extreme state once again. After merging with the energy cluster, Soren immediately felt the effects, which included but wasn't limited to augmented vitality.

'Truly remarkable. So this is the power the Grand Masters have stumbled upon while separate from society,' Soren thought to himself with a look of marvel cast upon him. But, understanding the situation at hand, Soren soon recovered and brandished his spear.

An eruption of golden energy in the form of a ring appeared underneath Soren's feet, which soon shot to the sky, attempting to smite and pierce everything obstructing its grand rise. However, the sharpness presented by this ring felt unmatched as even the space surrounding Soren displayed signs of crumbling.

Regrettably, this wasn't something that Soren could spare any attention to. After all, activating his Avatar Form required all of his focus since the energy granted by this transformation traveled through delicate pathways to reach the spear in his hand.

Only after the power completed its entire cycle could Soren freely wield Gaelbolg's destructive power and do as he pleased. Throughout this process, sharp symbols piercing down Soren's chin surfaced on his face while his hair adopted a pale-gold glow with a wild sway.

Compared to Solomon's presence resembling a star with untold power, Soren seemed to be a golden warlord brimming with strength. Even Nadida was forced to take a step back when she realized how unnerving the sharpness of Soren's aura was.

'So... this is the dreaded Avatar Form that I've been warned not to use. I think I understand why she forbade me from doing so,' Nadida muttered, using a volume only she could hear.

"Stand back and don't get involved in this next battle. Stay within your limits and continue to clean up the Rank 4 Terrors terrorizing the battlefield smoothly," Soren commanded in a deep voice. His voice felt imperious and caused Nadida to tremble despite not feeling fear.

'Is this the presence of his Spirit? So overbearing… No wonder Odessa said that General Soren is typically disliked on the battlefield,' Nadida thought. Although she thought about this, she still nodded and heeded Soren's words regardless.

"Don't worry. I won't become a hindrance to any of your battles," Nadida answered confidently. A bed of violent winds surrounded her body in the next moment, which surprisingly caused a gentle updraft. Gradually, Nadida rose into the air, gaining a bird's eye view of the battlefield.

With the change in perspective, it didn't take long for Nadida to find an area of the battlefield that needed her help. What's more, this area was being handled by Alistair, who seemed to be having an unusually tough time, as indicated by his troubled expression.

Therefore, Nadida chose to render aid to his part of the battlefield.

Whoosh!

The gentle updraft stopped, soon turning into a burst of wind that caused Nadida's rapid acceleration. Since she was approaching quickly, Alistair took quick notice of her presence and looked up. But, an expression of horror crept upon his face when he witnessed a colossal sickle constructed from brilliant cerulean lightning cleaving the sky.

Time seemed to pause around Alistair as he stared at Nadida's current appearance in awe. The dazzling prismatic rays that her hair exuded only accentuated her peering beauty. This scene reinvigorated Alistair's desire to draw her to his side. Sadly, he had done so incessantly, for years at that, to no avail. Now that she found an even more formidable power, what are the chances of her defecting to his side?

Essentially ZERO!

Shiiiiiiinggg! Krrrrrr! …BOOM!

Although the sickle felt extraordinarily sharp and made from refined lightning, giving the impossible of a docile aftershock, the resulting explosion that occurred after it cleaved through the air was truly frightening! In fact, most of the soldier's jaws dropped when they witnessed the wreckage of countless Rank 3 and 4 Terrors who had given them plenty of problems.

'No way… isn't this power comparable to what they say us Paragon can unleash in extreme situations? Does this mean… is there an emergence of hidden Paragons?!' Alistair wondered with widened eyes.

As far as Alistair knew, he thought the degree of talent revealed by the War Academies assessment was definite. After all, there had never been anyone to surpass the recorded talent level given to them at that time. It was never more than a slight increase that stayed within the same general spectrum if there was such a situation.

On the other hand, Nadida's talent was documented to be at a Scion's highest degree. Even though that seemed infinitesimally close to becoming a Paragon, a vast chasm separated an utmost Scion and a Paragon. A Scion couldn't establish a Spiritual Mind deeper in their Soul Temple.

Aside from this issue, Scion still possessed ample room for growth. For example, Aran, Aaron's eldest brother from his Dongguang lineage, was especially powerful despite not being a Paragon. On some encounters, he even bested Alistair.

Granted, that was before Alistair finished his Spiritual Mind incubation period. Nevertheless, Alistair's expression soon darkened when he realized Nadida was now even more effective on the battlefield than he was. He felt this was unacceptable, but he wasn't committed enough to potentially sacrifice himself by invoking his most substantial power.

'They're not worth it,' Alistair thought to himself while shaking his head. He wasn't an altruistic or heroic person. In his eyes, self-preservation came first. So, he would only use that power if it boiled down to a personal life or death situation. Aside from that, only a few scenarios would warrant him using the Avatar Form.

Eventually, Nadida landed before Alistair and spared him a fleeting glance before looking to the wounded soldiers nearby. "Take this time to heal yourself. I've given you a window to use the resources distributed to the troops. Don't let this opportunity go to waste."

The soldier hurriedly obliged to her words and retrieved all the pills, paste, and other recovery items in their possession. Meanwhile, Nadida paused for a moment, shifted her gaze to Alistair, and then continued.

"You could have protected your troops better, why didn't you? Even those behind you have been wounded. I understand the soldiers outside of your reach as there is nothing that could be done, but why are those beside you wounded?"

"Wounded people are inevitable in wars. I'm not going to injure myself trying to spread my power thin to protect others. My well-being comes first. All those behind me understood this the moment they joined my legion," Alistair answered calmly. He didn't fear speaking his mind because, with his identity, there were not many who would disagree with him.

"Hmph," Nadida harrumphed with a faint nod before turning her bad towards Alistair. While walking away, her cold voice entered Alistair's ear, and the words in her message made Alistair seethe with fury. "And you wonder why I've never joined your side. Detestable, and you lack the ability."

If it weren't for Nadida's identity as a Vice-Commander of a Supreme Family's legion under another Paragon, Alistair would have attacked her on the sport. Of course, the outcome of that attack, given the fact that Nadida's strength underwent unprecedented changes, was unknown.

…

Meanwhile, Soren stepped before the Disaster that arrived in his area. This particular Disaster resembled a statue whose exterior possessed a stony texture. Deep green lines flowed through the cracks in its exterior, while when it opened its mouth to roar, the inside appeared to be some kind of molten poison.

Just its roar caused a toxic heatwave to undulate forward.

Despite the incoming wave, Soren eyed it indifferently. "Insignificant bug."

Zeut!

A flash appeared out of nowhere as Soren wielded Gaelbolg at lightning speeds. None of the symbols were illuminated, but the sensation of this flash of golden light was dreadful! The toxic heatwave pierced through and then shredded to bits effortlessly!

Evangeline's empowering technique wasn't just for show! Both Soren and Solomon could now dominate their opponents without fear of their Avatar Form's duration running out!

As a result, Soren twirled Gaelbolg around his body, creating numerous golden scars in the atmosphere in the process. After more than a hundred appeared, Soren followed up with an offensive stance and callous expression.