Ascension of the Dark Seraph-Chapter 298: The Real Battle of Avatars (1)

Crash!

Lucivar was thrown down and crashed.

His body bounced against the ground, but the momentum didn't stop, carrying him through the cemented walls like a cannonball, ripping through them one after another without any sign of stopping.

At the last aisle, he was able to catch himself, holding onto the floor.

Five small trenches were made as he finally came to a stop.

Blood gushed out of his mouth.

Having been thrown down from at least a ten-story height dealt great damage to his body.

Had it not been for his wings slowing him down, he probably wouldn't have gotten back up again.

"Okay… Okay… I was doubtful before, but I understand it now. Sunna's avatar is damn strong."

Lucivar commented with a light chuckle.

Reaching for a vial in his pocket, he popped the cap with a flick of his thumb and drank the entire thing in one go. The white liquid slipped down his throat, leaving behind a bitter taste that was stronger than anything he had ever tasted.

It was hard to swallow it, but the sweet effect of the substance acted as sugar to help him drink it.

Once the vial was empty, Lucivar threw it to the side nonchalantly.

Simultaneously, Caldaros dropped down from the hole in the ceiling and landed hard on his knee.

Then, he slowly walked towards Lucivar with a powerful posture.

His body swayed dominantly with the rhythm of his footsteps.

"You know that's cheating, right?" Lucivar commented, climbing up to his feet, struggling. "This is a battle between avatars, and you used your Vampire bloodline. How is that fair? At least use your sunlight shenanigans."

Instead of responding, Caldaros picked up his pace.

With a flap of his wings, he streaked forward and slammed against Lucivar.

His arm pressed against Lucivar's neck as he stared with hate.

"Do you think this is a game? You're fighting to survive!"

"It's worth a try."

Lucivar smirked condescendingly, still seemingly thinking that this was nothing more than a game.

Enraged, Caldaros's eyes flashed with malice.

"I'll suck you dry—until your heart forgets how to beat."

Then, he opened his mouth and sank his vampiric fangs into Lucivar's neck.

His fangs weren't only accessories, they were a part of him as a Hybrid, and had the ability to pull blood like a vacuum. Lucivar flailed, trying to fight back, but Caldaros was too powerful now with the blood empowering him.

Each gulp was a victory, getting closer, or at least that should be the case.

But Caldaros pulled away and staggered back in shock, his eyes widening in shock.

"What did you do…?"

"Oh, don't be that surprised. I won't have a chance if you use your Vampire bloodline, so I made sure you can't use it."

"White Blood…"

Lucivar grinned while still covering his bleeding neck.

He brought up about Caldaros being a Vampire Hybrid, because doing so might make Caldaros bolder, more reckless in using his Vampiric prowess. And as planned, he immediately charged forward and used those blood-sucking fangs of his.

Now, the White Blood is already inside his system.

"I am Sunna's Avatar, the son of the sun!" Caldaros howled, his voice crackling with fury as his teeth clenched tight. "You can hide behind all the tricks you want, but in a head-on battle, you'll lose! This is my domain, and I'll prove it to you!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're unbeatable under the sun. I get it," Lucivar mocked, picking on his ear.

Having enough of his cocky attitude, Caldaros tacked him again.

Both crashed through the wall and rolled across the empty street.

Caldaros fought against the momentum and charged at Lucivar again with his sword pointed forward.

Unlike earlier, Lucivar didn't retreat.

Boom!

Both of their blades collided hard, and at that moment, they realized something.

In strength, they are equal.

Almost instantly, the two exchanged a hundred blows in seconds, vying to deliver the fatal wound that would end this battle, but neither succeeded. All of their limbs moved like a blur— both arms and legs to attack and wings to block and maneuver.

Blocking a horizontal slash, Lucivar frowned as his wrist bent, overpowered.

He used his other hand to help, but he was still losing.

Noticing the struggle, Caldaros gripped the handle of his sword tightly and pushed harder.

But this was exactly what Lucivar wanted as a smirk climbed onto his lips.

Clang!

Lucivar didn't fight back with the sword, and instead, he let go of the dagger and threw his body sideways to avoid the powerful slash. He could feel the wind blowing against his face as the sword sliced through the air, and his dagger spinning mid-air, right above him.

Missing that slash left Caldaros' body open.

Taking that opportunity, Lucivar caught his dagger and thrust it with full force.

"Rraggh!!"

Lucivar drove the dagger through Caldaros' ribs.

He could see the flesh tearing open as the blade made its way deep down until the base.

As Caldaros was about to slap him away with his free hand, Lucivar pulled out the dagger and leaped away. He landed a few steps away—and saw Caldaros checking the puncture wound that was now already bleeding.

It wasn't the blood that surprised him.

It was something else.

"Holy element…"

Caldaros rasped before he turned to look at Lucivar with a confused gaze.

Someone like Lucivar, wicked, wouldn't be able to wield the holy element, no matter how small it was, due to his innate constitution as an Avatar of a wicked God. Not because he was unworthy or anything, but because the holy element originated from a God from the good side.

Just like how Caldaros couldn't wield the dark element since it belongs to the bad side.

But surprisingly, Lucivar wielded a dagger with holy property, and he didn't seem to be hurt by it.

"How long can you keep that up?" Lucivar asked in disdain.

He saw how the wound healed on its own, and got jealous as he too wanted something like that.

Compared to the Greedy Grasp ability, Caldaros' regeneration was faster and also automatic.

Snorting in contempt, Caldaros cuts the distance between them in an instant again.

He swung hard, his sword aimed to sever Lucivar's head from his body.

Seeing that attack coming, Lucivar ducked down, narrowly avoiding the blade before he struck back.

Slash!

He threw a vertical slash, an uppercut with his dagger, but Caldaros avoided it in time.

A fresh cut crossed his neck, causing a prickling sting.

Instinctively, Lucivar leapt away when his slash missed its mark.

Caldaros, reacting as fast, managed to grab his ankle and slam him onto the ground hard.

Crack!

As if Lucivar weighed a feather, Caldaros lifted him by the leg and swung him around like a doll.

Then, he threw Lucivar at the nearest building.

Upon crashing into that building, Lucivar instantly recovered, wings flaring open just as Caldaros' body slammed into the spot he'd occupied a heartbeat earlier. In a blur of motion, Caldaros bursts through the window, reappearing behind Lucivar in a blink.

As he raised his sword and swung down with full strength, Lucivar disappeared from his spot.

He disappeared like a specter, before reappearing behind Caldaors.

Bam!

Lucivar had marked him with the Soul Warden spell.

Now that his mastery over the spell has increased, unlocking the second stage, the debilitating stage of the spell, he easily caused strong migraine in Caldaros with a flick of his finger. And in that moment, he landed an overhead kick that shot Caldaros onto the ground.

Crash!

As he dived down to make the finishing blow, a bright light flashed from the cloud of dust.

For a second there, a sharp sting assaulted Lucivar's eyes, forcing him to close them.

He could feel the irritating pain as a trail of blood dripped down to his cheek from his left eye.

Channeling God strands into his eyes, he recovered his eyesight, only to be met by a barrage of cars hurtling towards him. The first car slammed into him—with crushing force. Gritting his teeth, Lucivar stabilized mid-air and remained aloft, then deflected the rest with sweeping strikes of his hands.

Just as he slapped the last one, he saw Caldaros already finished chanting a spell.

Both of his wings turned into sunlight, fueling ether into the fabricated small sun between his hands.

One look and Lucivar realized that this was a Primeval Skill.

Like his, Caldaros' Primeval Skill was morphed into something better, stronger by Sunna.

Smirking, Caldaros pointed the mini sun at him.

"Solar Annihilation!"

For a second there, Caldaros' arms trembled before the sun shot forward with incredible speed.

It melted everything in its path, leaving behind a smoldering trench of liquefied concrete in its wake.

Reacting as fast, Lucivar immediately curled his wings and cast his own Primeval Skill, the Protection of the Fragmented Desert. Both his wings gleamed with a sharp sheen, turning into a steel-like material, right before the miniature sun collided.

Boom!

Lucivar groaned in pain from the scorching pain his wings were enduring.

He channeled more and more of his ether into his wings, while simultaneously using the Greedy Grasp

He poured more and more of his ether into his wings while simultaneously using the Greedy Grasp ability to siphon ether from the mini sun as much as he could, only to realize, to his shock, that its ether felt endless.

Despite his efforts to drain its power and lessen the impact, it made barely any difference at all.

Kaboom!!

A massive explosion resounded.

It erupted like a wrathful God's heartbeat, hurling a shockwave that tore everything through the air.

Lucivar was blasted away in a swirl of smoke.

He kept going, knocking the cars, street lamps—everything that got in his way.

Seeing this, Caldaros sneered as he waved his hand.

His Primeval Skill was so strong that even his hands got burned in the process of amassing it.

"Even so, this is weird… It should've been stronger than this." Caldaros thought aloud with a frown.

Compared to the last time, the mini sun wasn't as strong, which was weird.

Even so, it should be strong enough to decimate Lucivar.

He hadn't die, but certainly crippled.

Around the area, there were pristine white feathers.

From the ether each of them contained, they should be the extension of Lucivar's Primeval Skill.

But Caldaros wasn't worried since Lucivar certainly got hurt.

He reached out and brushed his fingers against one, a faint smile curling his lips—then, without pause, he unfurled his wings and surged toward Lucivar. Landing at where Lucivar was supposed to be, inside an office building that was thrashed from the entrance all the way to the back, Caldaros looked around and found him at the other end of the building.

Lucivar was bleeding from multiple wounds, and his wings were scorched.

It was a pathetic sight for Loki's avatar.

"You should've stayed in your lane, instead of accepting this Godly wager. Now, look at yourself."

Caldaros looked down at him with contempt.

No remorse at what he did, only satisfaction that this was all over.

"Loki's Avatar fighting head-on? What a joke. You're even worse than the previous avatars."

Upon hearing this, Lucivar cackled, exposing his bloodstained teeth.

It hurts to laugh, but he couldn't help it.

"Is it only you, or were all of your Goddess' previous avatars—this arrogant too?" Lucivar asked, his voice hoarse—but clear in Caldaros' ears. "You underestimated me too much, don't you? Like… what makes you possibly think I'm not staying in my lane?"

"…"

Caldaros paused, stunned and confused.

Just then, his eyes widened in realization.

"Ciri!"