Hitman With A Badass System

Chapter 942 A Fallen God’s Revenge

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As they continued to fly towards the castle, Michael noticed that the distance between them and the castle remained unchanged. The castle appeared to be just as distant as it was when they first started flying. It wasn't until a while later that Michael realized they were trapped in an illusion barrier.

Gaya held onto Michael tightly as they flew through the air, taking in the sight of the countless tormented hell walkers below. It reminded Gaya of the undead on the undead island, but the hell walkers were on a different level. They couldn't be killed by simply cutting off their head like the undead. Even after Michael had cut off Peter's head, he had come back good as new with a new head.

"I think we are inside an illusion," Michael quickly realized that they were trapped in an illusion barrier, and he could sense that the source of the illusion was not a single entity but rather multiple sources. To his surprise, Michael discovered that the sources of the illusion were the countless hell walkers that were roaming on the ground. As he scanned the area, he felt like he was being watched, and his senses heightened as he tried to locate the source of the feeling.

Despite the feeling of being watched, Michael remained composed and focused. His priority was to break the illusion, and he knew that meant taking down the hell walkers. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Gaya and stated their plan.

"We have to eliminate the hell walkers to break this illusion," Michael said, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of weakness.

Gaya nodded, hoping that they could break free of the illusion as soon as possible.

As Michael slowly descended to the ground, the hell walkers growled and reached for him in the sky. Michael remained unfazed, hovering over them, and using his abilities to his advantage. With a swift movement of his hand, he cast the ring of flames spell, causing a wave of dark flames to shoot out of his hand and sweep across the ground, taking down the hell walkers in its path. Despite their grotesque appearance, Michael felt no remorse, knowing that he had to do what was necessary to break the illusion and move forward.

With the last of the hell walkers burned away, Michael and Gaya turned their attention to the horizon. There, standing tall against the hazy sky, was a monstrous creature with black fur and fiery red eyes. Its body was massive, towering over the already imposing castle in the distance.

The creature's fur seemed to absorb the light around it, making it look like a shadow come to life. Its eyes glowed with intense hatred, fixated on Michael and Gaya as they floated in the air. Its sharp claws dug into the ground, leaving deep marks as it began to move towards them with a thunderous roar that shook the very ground they were on. This creature was not like anything he had ever faced before. Its mere presence exuded a menacing aura that made him feel like he was facing a force of nature. And yet, he could not back down. He had come too far to turn back now.

As the creature closed in on them, Michael readied himself for battle. He conjured the dark flames around him, allowing its pure darkness to envelop him. Gaya clung onto Michael tightly as the creature charged, its red eyes glowing brighter with each passing moment.

The creature's roar echoed through the battlefield, sending shockwaves through the air that made Michael's ears ring. Its black fur glistened in the dim light, and its red eyes glowed with an eerie intensity. Michael knew he was facing a formidable foe, one that he couldn't take lightly. With a quick glance at Gaya, he summoned the darkness around them and lifted her into the air, keeping her out of harm's way. As the creature approached, Michael felt the pull of its gravity field increases exponentially, forcing him to stay on the ground. But he remained calm and focused, ready to face this challenge head-on. He knew he could use the darkness to his advantage and even defy gravity if necessary, but for now, he chose to stay on the ground and face the creature in close combat.

"What the fuck is that thing?" Gaya's eyes widened in horror as she gazed upon the monstrous creature. It had black fur covering its massive body and red eyes that seemed to glow with an unholy fury. Its claws were sharp enough to tear through steel, and its jaws looked powerful enough to crush a boulder. Gaya couldn't help but wonder how many more abominations hell had waiting for them. 

Despite being unable to use her cultivation power, Gaya still had Michael's specially crafted arrows in her quiver. As the black-furred creature charged towards Michael with alarming speed, Gaya quickly notched an arrow in her bow, taking into account the increased gravity, and let it fly. The arrow arced through the air and hit the creature directly in the center of its head, detonating on impact and engulfing the creature in flames. The explosion wasn't enough to kill the creature, but it provided Michael with the opening he needed to make his move.

With his dark sword in hand, Michael charged toward the massive creature. He kept his second sword sheathed as he felt that one dark sword would be enough to take down the creature, and he needed his other hand free to wield his dark flames. As he closed in on the creature, Michael defied the increased gravity and leaped into the air. He then channeled his power into his sword and unleashed a bolt of lightning from its tip, aimed directly at the creature.

The lightning bolt tore through the creature's skull, leaving a gaping hole where its head once was. However, to Gaya's shock, the creature didn't fall down. Instead, it multiplied in the blink of an eye, dividing itself into three identical creatures. Before Michael could react, one of the creatures charged at him from behind, its claws ready to strike. The two collided with a deafening explosion, but Michael's Half Celestial body was stronger than he had ever imagined. He grabbed the creature's fur and lifted it with ease, his muscles bulging with raw power. Gaya watched in awe as Michael spun around and used the creature as a weapon, smashing it into the other two creatures with devastating force. It was a display of raw strength and skill that left Gaya breathless.

As Michael engaged in a fierce battle against the hellish creatures, the ruler of Hell, the infamous fallen god Dagon, sat upon his throne, observing the combat with a feed hovering before him. Dagon's black eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched the God of Darkness in action. Despite his amusement, there was a hint of intrigue in Dagon's expression, as if he had stumbled upon something unexpected.

"He fights with the same ferocity as he did five thousand years ago, yet there is something different about him now," Dagon mused aloud, his voice smooth as silk. No one could discern whether Dagon harbored any enmity toward the fellow god, as his expression and amused smile remained inscrutable. Only Dagon knew the thoughts churning within his mind.

As Dagon watched Michael battling the creatures within his castle, the hell flames materialized around him, taking the shape of a face with no distinguishable features except for two hollow eyes and a gaping mouth.

"Enough admiring," the hell flames hissed with a voice filled with malice and contempt towards Michael.

Dagon merely chuckled, unperturbed by the hostility of the flames. "Of course, my dear friend. You will get what you desire once we have dealt with the pantheon."

The hell flames shifted in agitation, their ghostly form flickering with anger. "And what of the dark flames and its twin? I want them both obliterated, their existence erased from this universe."

Dagon's expression remained unreadable, his amused smile still present. "Do not worry, my dear friend. I have not forgotten our bargain. Once the pantheon has been dealt with, the dark flames and its twin shall meet their end."

The hell flames seethed with anticipation, eager for the destruction of their ancient enemy. "I will hold you to your word, Dagon."

Dagon merely waved a dismissive hand. "Of course, my friend. You have nothing to worry about."

The hell flames flickered one last time in the feed, sending a malevolent gaze toward Michael before vanishing into Dagon's body. It was no secret that the hell flames were the most unstable and vicious of all primordial flames, with a penchant for consuming hatred as fuel. Its choice of Dagon as a host was not surprising, for the fallen god harbored an endless amount of hatred toward the pantheon. Together, they made a formidable pair with their own twisted agendas, united in their desire to bring destruction to everything the pantheon had created.

As Dagon pondered his plans, a towering orc, one of his generals, materialized before him. The orc knelt before Dagon, showing his utmost respect to the ruler of Hell. The orc's massive frame was covered in thick, dark fur, and his skin was an ashen gray. He had a brutish face, with a prominent jawline and a flat, wide nose. His yellow eyes glimmered with fierce intelligence, and his mouth was filled with razor-sharp teeth.

The orc's massive shoulders were adorned with spiked pauldrons, and his chest was covered in a thick plate of blackened steel. His arms were thick and muscular, and his hands were large and calloused from years of wielding weapons in battle. He wore gauntlets made from the bones of fallen enemies, and his fingers were adorned with rings made from precious metals and gems.

At his waist, he carried a massive, curved blade, its edge glinting in the dim light of the throne room. The hilt of the sword was wrapped in black leather, and its pommel was adorned with a blood-red gemstone. The orc's legs were thick and powerful, covered in fur-lined boots that reached up to his knees.

The orc's presence alone exuded power and strength, and his loyalty to Dagon was unwavering. He awaited his ruler's command with a bowed head, ready to carry out his orders no matter the cost.

Dagon's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he spoke to his loyal general, the towering orc who knelt before him. "Ah, Grimgor. You have arrived just in time. Prepare the ascension tower. We will be breaking through the barrier to our home in a matter of hours." 

Grimgor had faithfully served Dagon for countless years, but he had never expected to hear those words from his lord's mouth. When Dagon spoke of breaking through the barrier to their home, Grimgor's eyes widened in disbelief. Could it really be true? After all these years, was their exile finally coming to an end?

My lord," Grimgor stammered, struggling to contain his emotions. He could hardly believe his ears, but the glint in Dagon's eyes told him that this was no jest. His heart raced with excitement and anticipation, but a small part of him held back in fear. After all, they had been exiled to this place for a reason. 

Dagon seemed to read the orc's thoughts and reassured him with a sly smile. "You heard me right, Grimgor. We are going home," he said, his voice filled with excitement and a hint of madness. Grimgor couldn't help but feel a surge of hope and gratitude for his lord's words. He knew that Dagon was a formidable force, feared by many, and that following him was the only chance they had to reclaim their home.

As Dagon's maniacal laughter echoed through the castle, Grimgor stood up with a newfound sense of purpose. He would do whatever it took to help Dagon achieve their shared goal. And with the ascension tower already prepared, it seemed that their journey home was closer than ever before.

But when Grimgore was about to make his way out of the throne hall, he noticed a glimpse of the God of Darkness in the feed, causing all his excitement and joy to vanish instantly. His expression transformed from joy to shock and then to sheer terror. Even a brute like Grimgore couldn't hide the fear in his eyes at the sight of the God of Darkness. Memories of what happened five thousand years ago and the destruction brought down by the God of Darkness flooded Grimgore's mind, making him tremble in fear. He knew firsthand the devastation that the God of Darkness was capable of, and the mere thought of facing him once again was enough to make Grimgore's blood run cold.

Dagon noticed the fear in Grimgore's eyes but showed no sign of concern. Instead, he casually waved his hand, dismissing Grimgore's worry.

"Don't fret, Grimgore. Everything is going according to plan, and we won't have to think about him for a long time," Dagon said, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

Grimgore tried to hide his fear and nodded, though his expression was still uneasy. He knew better than to doubt his lord's plans, but the memory of the God of Darkness and his destructive power still haunted him.