Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World - Chapter 1021: Near victory

“You!”

The Knight turned his head, his eyes a mixture of rage and awe. Nihilak observed how the sword had managed to impale his chest, instantly comprehending that the attack had harnessed every ounce of strength in Zatiel’s body and must have been charged for an extended period of time.

Zatiel was not slower than Nihilak when it came to reconstructing his body. He utilized the extra time to leave a decoy, one capable of incapacitating Nihilak when he attacked the samsara lotus. Numerous complications could have arisen, but Zatiel understood that triumphing in this battle necessitated risks. Thus, he enacted the plan without a moment’s hesitation.

The Samsara Thearch’s lips curled into a cold smile as a burst of flame erupted from the sword, sowing chaos within the Harbinger of Desolation.

“¡AHHHHH!”

Nihilak’s scream of agony jolted Ravakir and Tormentras to consciousness. Despite Zatiel’s overwhelming power, the duo couldn’t remain passive, for if Nihilak perished, they would swiftly follow him to the grave.

Ravakir’s eyes gleamed, making his energy burst as he directed an order at Tormentras. Then, both surged toward the Samsara Thearch, determined to sever his connection with the Beyonder Army’s Leader.

Zatiel’s eyes narrowed as he spotted the Echo of Doom and Bringer of Excition hurtling towards him. Even though he was significantly stronger than them, his focus was solely on his sword lodged within Nihilak’s body. He couldn’t afford any distractions.

Nonetheless, he harbored no concern. His smile grew icier as he faced the two Knights, one wielding spectral hands and the other a colossal ax, charging at him with ferocity.

Ravakir and Tormentras attacked with intensity, but before they could close in on Zatiel, Ezequiel and Venganza rejoined the fray.

Ezequiel hadn’t ceased his advance, clashing with the Bringer of Extinction at full force and driving him back.

Venganza’s maneuver was more elegant. He seized the spectral hand before it could reach Zatiel, twisted it, and flung Ravakir away with all his might.

The Revenge Thearch merely nodded at Zatiel before darting after the Echo of Doom, intent on finally ending his life as he had planned all along.

Zatiel’s eyes blazed as he expended every ounce of his energy, continually channeling more dark purple and golden fire through the sword.

The flames consumed Nihilak’s internal organs, inflicting immense pain upon the Harbinger of Desolation. However, he refused to lose control, gritting his teeth as the power of the black hole halo behind him surged forth with formidable might.

Zatiel’s eyes widened as he encountered the repulsive force of the black hole, nearly hurtling him away. Instinctively, he transformed his wings into spikes that pierced into Nihilak’s chest, anchoring him and preventing him from being propelled away.

Nihilak’s agony intensified, the intrusion of the wings exacerbating his ordeal, and the power of the black hole halo augmenting his turmoil.

Zatiel unleashed his energy explosively as the flames continued to consume flesh and blood, creating a growing hole in the center of Nihilak’s body. A flash of excitement gleamed in his eyes as he observed the wounds.

Nihilak possessed an incredibly powerful body and soul, which meant that inflicting wounds on him was an immensely challenging task. However, it also meant that healing during battle was nearly impossible for him.

Those wounds alone were akin to a near-death sentence, yet Zatiel understood that he couldn’t afford to be overconfident. He was dealing with the leader of an army born from a Late Stage life form, and Nihilak’s resilience could not be underestimated. Thus, Zatiel persisted, pouring his attacks onto Nihilak with every ounce of his power.

Driven by desperation, Nihilak summoned the entirety of his strength. His black hole halo surged with unparalleled energy, and the dark maw on his back pulsed ominously. The pressure in the surroundings intensified as the event horizon of the black hole distorted reality itself.

With a deafening roar, Nihilak’s body trembled, his black hole halo reaching a point of no return. In a cataclysmic eruption of energy, the black hole exploded with unprecedented force. The event horizon warped and twisted, shattering the fabric of reality around it.

Zatiel’s eyes widened as the shockwave struck him, propelling him backward. The force was incomprehensible, a maelstrom of annihilation threatening to tear him apart. He fought to stabilize himself, his wings flaring to regain control.

The explosive blast drew the attention of combatants across all battlefields. Even Sacred Kings and Initial Stage Knights diverted their focus to the parallel dimension to witness the unfolding destruction.

Thrill and excitement filled the hearts of the warriors of the Daybreak Universe. Sensing the weakened soul force emanating from the three strongest Knights, they felt that victory was within their grasp. Their battle spirits surged with even greater strength as they attacked ferociously, eager to eliminate their enemies.

As Zatiel recovered from the blast, his eyes narrowed, fixated on Nihilak.

The Harbinger of Desolation bore a massive hole where his heart should be. An expression of agony and exhaustion etched across his face as he locked eyes with the Samsara Thearch.

Ravakir and Tormentras managed to extricate themselves from their own battles, arriving beside the wounded Nihilak. The Bringer of Extinction’s soul force was too unstable for rational thought, but the Echo of Doom recognized the gravity of the situation. Observing Nihilak’s grievous wound, he understood that things had taken an extremely dire turn.

Zatiel didn’t rush forward alone. Only when Venganza and Ezequiel appeared by his side did he begin to formulate his next move. He carefully strategized how to deliver the decisive blow, realizing that the battle was far from over. The fate of the universe hinged on the choices they would make in the moments to come.

Nihilak struggled to breathe as the overwhelming damage to his internal organs left him gasping for air. His blood seemed to stagnate, and his energy could no longer circulate freely through his body. Continuing to fight in this state was unthinkable, and winning under such conditions was nothing short of an impossible dream.

Yet, despite the awareness of the danger and the high stakes, there was no trace of fear or defeat in the countenance of the Harbinger of Desolation.

A gleam of sharp light appeared in Nihilak’s eyes as three white crystals materialized within his body. One emerged in each of his palms, and the third positioned itself at the center of his chest, where his heart should have resided. White flames danced within each of these crystals, although the flames in the one at his chest and left hand were nearly depleted, leaving only the one in his right hand fueled and vibrant.

Zatiel, Ezequiel, and Venganza exchanged solemn expressions as they sensed the presence of the white flames and comprehended their true nature. This was none other than the power capable of triggering Reality Override Spells.

The Samsara Thearch analyzed the storage capacity of each crystal and deduced that the one in Nihilak’s chest was nearly ten times larger than the other two.

As for the depletion in the left hand’s crystal, that must have resulted from the teleportation of the entire army at the beginning.’

‘That larger crystal must have been the one Nihilak used for Rewind

—reviving the entire army and healing all the wounds he and the other two Middle Stage Knights sustained at the start of the battle. As for the depletion in the left hand’s crystal, that must have resulted from the teleportation of the entire army at the beginning.’

Zatiel clenched his fists, feeling the power contained within each crystal. While advancing might seem like a logical course of action, a Reality Override Spell was not something he could simply halt at will.

Just like Zatiel felt apprehension facing Nihilak, so did the Knight as he stared at the Samsara Thearch, trying to discern the thoughts in this one’s mind.

Nihilak’s expression remained solemn as he locked eyes with the Samsara Thearch, attempting to discern the strategy that would be employed.

At this juncture of the battle, the Harbinger of Desolation had grasped just how perilous a foe the Samsara Thearch was. However, regardless of how deeply he contemplated, there was no avenue to halt him. Time was not on his side, and he couldn’t merely wait, especially given the severity of his wounds and the imminent depletion of Tormentras’ soul force.

The Harbinger of Desolation raised his right hand and clenched his fist, causing the white flame within the crystal to burst forth.

“Reality Override Spell: Regeneration of Body and Soul.”

As soon as Nihilak spoke those words, the white flame within the crystal began to dissipate. His wounds, as well as those of Ravakir and Tormentras, started to heal, gradually erasing the severe injuries they had sustained.

Ezequiel and Venganza witnessed this unfolding with a mixture of frustration and anger. All the damage they had inflicted upon the Knight was being undone, and there was nothing they could do to prevent it.

In less than a minute, all traces of the damage had vanished completely from the three Knights.

Zatiel’s lips curved into a small smile as he kept his gaze fixed on Nihilak. With resolve, he finally unleashed the power of the White Sun Pupil.

“Reality Override Spell!”