Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 242: Meeting Varyn and Caius (2)

Caius smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogant confidence as he stepped forward, locking his gaze onto Lucy.

"You think you can just stand there and taunt me? Let's see how you handle this," he sneered, his tone dripping with superiority. With a dramatic flourish of his hand, he unleashed his skill.

"Tempest's Rally!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Immediately, the air around Caius and his subordinates shifted. A powerful, controlled storm formed in their midst, whipping up a swirling vortex of wind that wrapped around their bodies.

The gusts seemed to merge with their very essence, and Caius's smirk deepened as he felt the surge of power flood into him and his team.

The wind currents grew fierce, increasing their agility and speed. The charged atmosphere buzzed with energy, intensifying their mana circulation.

Caius could feel it, the exhilarating rush of power coursing through him, making him stronger, faster, deadlier. His subordinates grinned, their eyes lighting up with the same confidence as they drew their weapons.

"Now we're talking," one of them muttered, gripping his sword tightly, the wind swirling around the blade.

Caius's voice was smooth, almost mocking, as he addressed his men. "You know what to do. Let's show her what real power looks like."

Without hesitation, each of them activated Wind Sword, coating their blades in a sharp, shimmering wind aura.

The air crackled with energy around their weapons, the sheer force of it vibrating through the battlefield. Their eyes narrowed in focus, ready to strike with enhanced speed and strength.

Varyn, standing slightly behind Caius, met Lucy's gaze with a dark glint in his eyes. "Don't think you've won just because you humiliated me once," he growled, his voice low and full of resentment. Without waiting for a response, he unleashed his own skill.

"Iron Tempest Blade!" Varyn bellowed, his tone filled with fury.

The moment he spoke, his sword was enveloped in swirling iron winds, making his strikes faster and more devastating than before. The wind around his weapon howled, the force of it promising destruction with every swing.

Varyn's lips twisted into a grim smile. "This time, you'll pay for what you did."

Lucy's eyes narrowed as she took in the sight before her—Caius and his men, their forms enhanced by the swirling wind, radiating power and arrogance.

But despite the storm of energy surrounding them, her confidence remained unshaken. She felt no fear, only the familiar surge of excitement that came before a fight.

Without hesitation, she glanced at Lucas, her tone firm yet calm. "Lucas, step back."

Lucas looked up at her, concern flickering in his eyes, but he trusted his sister. He gave a quick nod, his heart pounding as he retreated to a safer distance. From where he stood, he could already feel the tension in the air, the anticipation building as he watched the scene unfold.

Lucy, now focused entirely on her enemies, let her expression darken. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile, her fierce determination simmering beneath the surface. She could feel the heat building inside her, the power begging to be unleashed.

"You think you can intimidate me with a few gusts of wind?" she taunted, her voice dripping with defiance. "You'll have to do better than that."

Her hands began to transform, her fingers elongating, twisting into deadly, fiery Volcanic Dragon Claws. The air around her started to shimmer as waves of heat radiated from her body, and the temperature in the vicinity began to climb rapidly.

The intense heat coming off her claws was palpable, distorting the air around them as they glowed with the fiery energy of a dragon.

Caius's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his surprise with a smug grin. "Impressive," he muttered, though there was a trace of unease in his voice. "But it won't save you."

Lucy ignored his words, raising one clawed hand with a swift, confident motion. "Volcanic Aura," she said, her voice calm, but it carried a weight of immense power.

Immediately, the ground beneath her feet began to crack, steam rising from the earth as the area surrounding her was consumed by blistering heat. Her aura expanded, the temperature rising so drastically that even Caius's men shifted uneasily, beads of sweat forming on their brows.

Caius sneered, trying to maintain his composure. "You think heat alone will stop us?"

Lucy's smirk only grew, her eyes glinting with fierce determination. "It's not just heat. It's power. And it's something you'll never understand."

Her aura continued to expand, the sheer force of it pressing down on her enemies like a physical weight. The ground trembled beneath her, her claws now fully ignited with the fiery essence of her Volcanic Dragon Claws, glowing an intense orange-red.

"Come," she taunted, her voice low and filled with menace. "Let's see if you can survive."

Her words, though soft, were a clear challenge. There was no fear in her tone—only confidence, a dangerous calm that made it clear she was more than ready for the fight ahead. Her burning eyes locked onto Caius and his men, daring them to make the first move.

As Lucy stood confidently in the center of the rising heat, her Volcanic Dragon Claws glowing with fiery intensity, Lucas, who had already moved aside, watched from a safe distance.

His gaze remained fixed on his sister as she prepared to face off against Caius and his subordinates, the air between them charged with tension.

Lucas, still marveling at his sister's power, leaned back slightly and murmured to the system, "Do you think Lucy can beat them?"

The system immediately scoffed, its voice dripping with arrogance. [Beat them? Are you joking? These clowns don't stand a chance. They're all just five-star weaklings! If she wanted, she could obliterate them in seconds.]

Lucas couldn't help but chuckle at the system's mocking tone. "You're that confident, huh?" he whispered, though he already knew the answer.

The system let out an exaggerated sigh, sounding almost bored. [Please, look at them. They're like flies buzzing around a bonfire. She's playing with them. If she doesn't swat them down with one hit, it's because she's feeling generous. But if she gets bored… well, you know what happens when she gets bored.] The system let out a sly chuckle.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "It sounds like we've got something good to watch," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Experience the best from m|v|l|e|mp|y|r

[Good? It'll be a massacre! I almost feel bad for them—almost. But watching them get roasted alive by those claws? Priceless. You might want to take notes for the future, kid.] The system's tone was laced with amusement, practically daring Lucas to enjoy the show.

Lucas shook his head slightly, his smile growing as he settled in, prepared to witness the inevitable clash. "I'll be sure to learn from this," he said softly, his eyes locked on the battlefield as the heat continued to rise.