Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

982  Chapter 982- Unexpected Interference (2)

With deliberate motions, the two of them dropped their weapons. The next second they reached into their space rings, pulling out new weapons.

 Rothgard held a black blade while Dravik brandished a pair of curved silver sabres.

Looking at their actions, Melkan scoffed and spoke in mocking derision "You think you can defeat me just because you switched weapons? I am a Demon Earl! Do you even understand what that means? You might as well try to cut down the hell!"

BANG… Melkan's aura flared The shockwave knocked several nearby mercenaries and soldiers unconscious on the spot. Even the monsters faltered, some of them collapsing under the indiscriminate pressure.

"You're awfully loud for someone who just lost their army" Dravik scooped his ears, unbothered by the Demon Earl's aura.

"You are all alone and soon you will meet the same fate as the demons you sent here before" Rothgard followed suit, smearing salt on the wound.

 Melkan's laughter died abruptly, his face twisting in fury.

"You dare mock me? Fine, I'll flay you both alive!" The Demon Earl lunged forward his claws tearing through the air like blackened lightning.

BOOM! His strike collided with the ground as the two humans leapt aside just in time, scattering debris in all directions.

Dravik retaliated first, his sabres spinning in a flurry of strikes. Each blow left a trail of silver light, cutting through the air with precision.

In response, Melkan growled, raising his sharp claws to block. Sparks erupted as the enchanted sabres clashed against his hardened claws.

Rothgard followed with a timely counterattack, his massive blade arcing down in a devastating swing aimed at the Demon Earl's exposed back.

"Haahhh!!" Melkan snarled, stretching his wings and causing a gale to manifest.

BOOM… the powerful winds sent both Dravik and Rothgard staggering backwards…

On another part of the fortress, Theron and the other captains finally defeated their own opponents. Having exploited the weakness and traps they had laid beforehand, the Demon Barons were finally brought down by them.

 "It looks like we have entered the final phase. It all depends on Sir Dravik and Sir Rothgard now" saying that, he fell heavily on the ground.

"You humans will pay, there is no way Sir Melkan can be defeated" Lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, Nusgard cursed ominously before succumbing to the swords that penetrated his two hearts.

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Melkan didn't relent. He spread his claws wide, gathering vast amounts of mana that swirled around him.

 "[Heat Flare]!" he roared, hurling a massive wave of flames toward the two humans.

"Block it [Silver Moons]!!" Dravik shouted, crossing his sabres in front of him. A glowing barrier of silver light erupted, catching the brunt of the attack.

 The force of the spell sent him rolling through the ground and only come to a stop after crashing into a fortified wall.

A crimson sword slash tore through Melkan's [Mana Armor] leaving a deep gash across his chest.

"GUGH!! You filthy humans, you'll pay for that" Melkan roared in pain, his rage only fueled his power. He thrust his hand forward, summoning spiralling flames from the ground. The flames lashed out, ensnaring Rothgard within.

 However, before Melkan could connect, the flames were severed by Dravik who was back on his feet again.

BANG… CLANG… The clash between the two opposing forces went on for a while, each side displaying their intimidating strength and impressive skills.

Their fight was on a level of its own and incomparable to any of the fights going around the fortress. Every moment, every second, every move could be decisive and end the fight right there.

 It was nerve racking as well as electrifying to watch. At one point, Melkan's claws nearly found their mark, slashing inches from Dravik's neck.

The latter twisted his body at the last second, the attack grazing his shoulder and sending blood spraying into the air.

Rothgard retaliated by slamming his blade into Melkan's open wounds, the impact cracking bone and forcing the demon back.

The fight raged on, the battlefield trembling under the sheer force of their clashes. Each side pushed the other to their limits, a dance of death that blurred the line between victory and annihilation.

Despite his overwhelming power, Melkan's rage made him reckless. He overcommitted to an attack, leaving his left flank exposed.

Dravik capitalized on the opening, driving one of his sabres into his side while Rothgard's massive blade came crashing down onto his shoulder, shattering his pauldrons and cutting deep into his flesh. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Demon Earl staggered, his aura flickering as blood poured from his wounds. His snarls grew more desperate as he tried to summon another spell, but his movements were too slow and difficult to miss.

"Finish him!!"

Dravik and Rothgard used this chance to deal him the decisive strike. They were heavily injured too; however because they were fighting together and looking out for each other's openings, they were barely able to avoid fatal attacks.

That said, even if they were fighting together and their coordination was impeccable, what they were dealing with was still a Demon Earl and not just any low ranking demon.

Even with their coordination and high level, it would have been very difficult to bring a Demon Earl down. The reason why they managed to do what they did, was due to their opponent's own negligence which was driven by his enraged state of mind.

Had Melkna been in his right mind, he would have never lost against these two. That said, the Demon Earl had underestimated his opponents—and now, it cost him everything.

"This… can't be…" With eyes still full of disbelief, Melkan slowly fell to the ground, blood making a deep pool around him. A Demon Earl's resilience was incredible, even with such hideous wounds, he didn't die immediately.

"We… we won?" The battlefield stilled as the soldiers watched in disbelief. The mighty Demon Earl, an entity they had regarded as an unstoppable force, was finally down.