Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 318: King Lionel vs Roxana (2)

The ground quaked violently as King Lionel unleashed his King's Strike, the sacred power of the Lionhart family radiating fiercely from his massive greatsword.

Energy crackled in the air, shimmering like lightning as the strike ripped through the sky, aimed directly at Roxana's Volcanic Dragon Breath.

The two attacks collided with a deafening explosion, molten magma clashing against radiant holy energy. The force of the impact shook the battlefield, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. Lionel's sacred energy surged forward, splitting the fiery breath in two.

But even with his immense power, he couldn't fully dispel the molten wave. The remnants of Roxana's attack surged forward, crashing into Lionel with brutal force. His armor sizzled under the intense heat, and his skin blistered where the molten magma seared him.

Lionel gritted his teeth, his face contorted in pain, but his eyes remained cold and focused. "You've got strength," he muttered, his voice low and filled with grudging respect, though the tension in his clenched jaw betrayed his frustration. "But not enough to kill me."

He stepped back, his body smoking from the impact, and yet his posture remained firm, his hand gripping the greatsword tightly. Despite the burns, his resolve was unshaken, his determination burning just as fiercely as before.

Roxana, however, fared worse. The King's Strike had torn through her defenses, leaving deep, glowing wounds across her molten body. She staggered, her breathing labored, her claws dragging against the ground as she tried to keep her balance.

Her molten scales flickered weakly, attempting to heal, but the process was slow—much slower than she needed. The pain was sharp and relentless, the damage far worse than what she had endured during her battle with Valen.

She let out a growl, the sound rough and frustrated, her molten eyes flaring with anger. "Damn it..." she hissed, her voice filled with bitter realization. "He's stronger than I thought."

She tried to gather more energy, focusing on her healing, but she knew it would take time—time she didn't have. Her fiery gaze remained locked on Lionel, her expression a mix of rage and stubborn defiance.

Lionel, seeing her struggle, took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with ruthless intent. He raised his greatsword high, the sacred energy still coursing through it, making the blade glow ominously in the dim light. His voice was cold and final as he spoke, each word dripping with certainty.

"It's over," Lionel declared, his tone devoid of mercy. His gaze bore down on her, unyielding. "I will finish you here."

Roxana's eyes narrowed, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she struggled to stand upright. The weight of Lionel's words hung in the air, but her defiance refused to waver, her growl low and threatening as she braced for his final blow.

Just as Lionel moved in for the final blow, ready to end Roxana's life, the air itself seemed to tear apart.

A dark force ripped through the space between him and Roxana, halting his advance. Lucas had stepped in, his Void Rend cutting the fabric of reality, creating a gaping rift that shimmered with deadly energy.

Lionel's eyes widened slightly as he pulled back, instinctively avoiding the void tear. His surprise was brief, but noticeable.

His gaze shifted sharply toward Lucas, who stood calmly a few feet away. Lucas's expression was unreadable, but his presence alone sent ripples of unease through the battlefield.

"Don't forget about me," Lucas said, his voice low and dripping with quiet menace. His lips curled into a smirk, sharp and brimming with a cold confidence that bordered on arrogance.

In the silence that followed, the system's voice echoed in Lucas's mind. [Did he really think you'd just stand by while he tried to finish her? What a fool.]

Lionel's face hardened, his eyes narrowing into slits of cold fury. His voice, when he spoke, was filled with biting authority. "I didn't forget," he snapped, his tone icy. "But now, it's your turn, Lucas."

Lucas's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, almost as if he found the entire situation entertaining. "Is that right?" he drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "Let's see how strong you really are, Lionel. I've been waiting for this moment."

[He talks big, doesn't he?] The system chimed in, its tone arrogant and shameless. [Let's see how he feels when we tear that smug look off his face. Or better yet, let's make him regret thinking he had a chance in the first place.]

Lucas chuckled softly, clearly in sync with the system's mocking attitude. His gaze locked onto Lionel, the dark amusement never leaving his eyes.

"You really think you can take me on?" Lucas asked, his voice smooth and taunting, like a predator playing with its prey. "I hope you're ready to be disappointed."

Lionel's grip on his greatsword tightened, his jaw clenching as he measured Lucas. "You'll see soon enough," Lionel replied coldly, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes now.

The air between them thickened with tension, the very atmosphere seeming to vibrate with the weight of their impending clash.

Both fighters stood poised, the intensity of the battle rising as they prepared to face each other head-on. The ground beneath their feet seemed to hum with anticipation, as if even the earth itself knew that this would be a battle to remember.

Behind them, Roxana, though still severely injured, watched the exchange with keen interest. Her molten eyes gleamed, despite her pain, as she lay low and observed.

The thrill of the battle that was about to unfold brought a smirk to her lips, even in her weakened state. "He has no idea what's coming," she muttered, her voice low but filled with grim satisfaction.

Meanwhile, deep within the Abyss Hole, a dark and foreboding chasm hidden beneath the Necrovauld, Lucas's real body lay motionless. The oppressive darkness of the abyss was suffocating, the air thick with a haunting silence that seemed to stretch on forever.

But suddenly, a subtle tremor passed through his form, his body twitching ever so slightly, as if responding to some unseen force.

The very air around him seemed to hum with a strange energy, and the ground beneath his resting figure pulsed, as though the abyss itself was reacting to his presence.

His body, though still and lifeless for so long, now quivered faintly, hinting at the immense power lying dormant within him, waiting for the right moment to awaken.