Second World Chapter 1256 1256. God’s Interference

Chapter 1256 1256. God’s Interference

Down there, Paytowin was fighting with his brave Golem and his companion, Mihos. Mihos had increased another level after the battle in Messephyria. He was now level 66.
He had been very fierce in that battle, especially after he saw the dread knights, one of Liguritudum's special units. This was because the dread knight carried the scent of the God of Fear, whose cult was the reason for the fall of his faction. Seeing those units caused his rage to rise to the surface. He wanted to tear these units apart the same way he wanted to tear apart the Cult of Phobos it represented.
Now that he saw the Cult of Phobos appearing in the distance, his blood boiled.
"RAARGHHH…!!!"
He lifted his greatsword high. A giant image of a golden sword with wings appeared. He then slammed this giant greatsword into the ground ahead of him, cutting apart those directly ahead of him and damaging a large number of enemies by the sides.
This was a new skill he learned after leveling up. It was similar to Violent Blizzard and Arther Pendrake's skill. While Violent Blizzard's sword image was blue in color and Arther was silver, Mihos was golden. The golden color was the highest grade of the skill. If Mihos reached Arther's level, the damage output from this Golden Wings Slash would be even higher than Arther's.
The attack created a gap in the enemy's formation, exposing their spellcasters. Everlasting Heavenly Legends' Brave Riders immediately charged into the enemy's ranks, followed by the demonic legions. The Brave Riders, who were trained from the insignia given by Callan, were heavily armored knights riding armored lions. They followed Mihos because they sensed a kinship with him.
The demonic legions were fast and agile. After slipping into the enemy's ranks from the gap created by Mihos and the Brave Riders, they wreaked havoc among the enemy's spellcasters.
Mihos himself continued to stare at where the Cult of Phobos was.
"Mihos! Calm yourself!" Paytowin warned. He was afraid Mihos would be rushing ahead to engage the Cult of Phobos who had shown themselves. "If you charge by yourself, you will only hand yourself to them. Be patient! Don't give in to emotion."
Mihos did want to charge over very much, but he didn't. He took a deep breath.
"I will be patient… For a little more while, until they arrive," he said.
"They…?" Paytowin didn't understand Mihos' words.
His train of thought was interrupted by an ear-splitting roar. Everyone heard the same roar. Everyone looked up and saw the huge shadow behind the clouds in the sky.
From behind these clouds, everyone saw light gathered. The light was like rivers that converged into a point. Those who were there during the battle of Messephyria remembered this display. Even though it was slightly shrouded by the clouds, everyone knew what was coming next.
The air thundered and the clouds were blasted apart. With this phenomenon, a tremendously thick energy beam shot down. It crashed down where the Primordial Hydra was. The cultists who were following too close were disintegrated by the beam.
Strah, Korku, Arlstraxx, and Master had put some distance away from the Primordial Hydra when they heard the roar. They knew who uttered that roar.
The hydra resisted the destructive beam that continued to pour from above. His five heads covered one another. Damage numbers popped up non-stop.
This beam was Eoranth's Annihilating Soul Beam. As before, the beam lasted for quite some time. Anything that got showered by such a destructive force for such a long amount of time would have surely been destroyed. However, the Primordial Hydra was not a fragile being. Its HP and defense were extremely high.
When the beam was finally over, the hydra had indeed survived. Yet, four of its five heads had been destroyed. Only its center head, which was positioned the lowest and was covered by the other four heads remained intact.
Its tremendous pool of HP had also been reduced to more than half.
To be able to reduce the HP of such a high-level eternal-grade creature to such an extent with just one attack, only the lord of the dragons could pull that off.
Eoranth roared again as he descended from the clouds.
The Hydrurond soldiers who saw him immediately chanted his name as they did during the battle in Messephyria. The battle down here had been difficult. But after seeing Eoranth, they all felt that everything would be all right.
Queen Aldryth who was down there leading her army was especially grateful that Eoranth had not abandoned them.
"Hey, kid," Broidrireg called as Eoranth descended.
"Master Broidrireg," Eoranth greeted. There was respect in his voice.
Eoranth glanced at Suzaki who was staring back warily. Suzaki's mind unwillingly recalled the memory of having her wings ripped off. It was not a good memory. She wasn't keen on experiencing it again.
Luckily, Eoranth didn't bother with her. He continued to descend toward where the Primordial Hydra was.
Down there, the Hydra's four decapitated heads quivered. The one remaining head showed that it was doing something that brought it much pain. Suddenly, the four lost heads regrew at a blinding speed.
After back to having all five heads, the hydra's HP recovery speed multiplied. Starting from mythical grade, natives and monsters possessed the natural HP recovery ability. The hydra had a passive ability that increased its HP recovery depending on the number of heads still intact. Its low HP was now recovering at a speed that was five times than normal.
Its act of regrowing its heads was also its special ability. One that had no cooldown. It could regrow as many times as it wanted. However, the act consumed its stamina. If its stamina was depleted, it couldn't use any skill or regrow its heads anymore.
Eoranth didn't seem bothered seeing his adversary undoing the decapitation. He was confident he could repeat the feat.
The five heads of the Primordial Hydra roared defiantly as Eoranth approached.
Hearing that, Eoranth huffed and charged forward. He was about to ram into the hydra when he suddenly felt his body becoming extremely heavy.
"What…?" He was astonished. There was only one kind of power in this world that could do such a thing to him.
He looked up just as a giant spear made of absolute black light pierced into him.
"Urgh…!!" His steel-like scales gave way as if they were paper.
Darkness then spread from the point of impact, like a disease that eroded his flesh. He screamed. Partly in pain, mostly in fear. He had not felt fear for as long as he could remember. However, this fear was not natural. It was something that was forced into his mind.
He looked up again and saw an elderly man in the sky. It was the God of Fear.