Chapter 1064 God Agra and his angels
"Larn," the word slipped from Darth's lips as he laboriously regained his footing. Meanwhile, Michael remained afloat in the oasis, his head above the water. Vedora's ability to breathe underwater had proved to be a life-saving advantage.
Larn, the angel of God Agra, grabbed Darth by the neck, raising him off the ground. Unbeknownst to Michael, who could no longer discern the angels' cultivation levels in this unfamiliar world, Larn was at the Celestial Resonance Realm, the fifth stage of cultivation. This meant he could absorb a fragment of level 5 God Agra's grace to gain a power boost.
"You can emerge from the water now," Larn's voice cut through, addressing Michael.
With a sigh, Michael waded out of the water, his neck making a cracking sound as he stretched it.
"Who are you? A friend of Darth?" Larn questioned, but Michael remained silent.
"I'm not going back to him, Larn. I've had enough of serving him," Darth growled, his voice heavy with anger and pain. Michael was taken aback by the revelation that Darth was actually an angel of Agra. Listening to Darth's words, Michael sensed a complex history between Agra and Darth.
"You sort out your matters. I just need the divine portals to reach Nimbosia," Michael interjected, his intentions clear. He wanted no involvement with Agra or the two angels before him.
"Silence, mortal!" Larn's shout sent a powerful shockwave at Michael. Michael willed his protective shield not to react, allowing the shockwave to hurl him into the air. He needed to avoid using his powers to avoid alerting the pantheon of his presence. Unlike Theo and his angels, Larn didn't rely on artifacts to prevent godly intervention.
Darth's gaze shifted between Michael and Larn, a glimmer of hope in his eyes for Michael to unleash his divine powers. However, Michael managed to restrain himself.
"Don't resist, Darth. Simply return to his grace and offer your apology. I'm sure he will find it in his heart to forgive his favored angel," Larn's words held an ironic edge, evident even to Michael.
Darth's voice cracked through the air, carrying a determined "No!" He unleashed his power, a surge of energy enveloping him. With a fierce expression, he lunged forward, his fist connecting with Larn's chest. The impact sent Larn hurtling through the sand, creating a deep furrow in his wake.
Larn rose from the sand, his excitement palpable. "Ah, so you've found your spine, Darth. Let's see what you can truly do," he taunted, his voice dripping with anticipation.
Darth's eyes blazed with a fiery determination. He summoned his power and readied himself for a confrontation. "Prepare yourself, Larn. I won't be controlled by Agra any longer," he declared.
Waving his hand, Darth summoned an ethereal eagle formed of crimson-red energy. The magnificent creature materialized with grandeur, its wings outstretched as it let out a piercing cry that echoed through the desert.
Larn's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Impressive, but let's see if your pet can match mine," he retorted, his own power surging. He summoned a crimson-red wolf with wings, a creature equally imposing and fierce.
Both summoned creatures dashed at each other, a collision of ethereal forms. The crimson-red eagle's wings beat with power as it soared through the air, its talons poised to strike. The crimson-red wolf leaped with grace, its wings propelling it forward, teeth bared for battle.
The eagle's feathers shimmered in the desert star light, and its eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity. With a flurry of movement, it clashed with the wolf. The sand beneath them trembled as their energies collided, creating ripples in the air.
Darth's gaze remained unwavering as he controlled the movements of his summoned eagle. "Show him your strength," he whispered to his creation.
Larn's laughter echoed as he guided his crimson-red wolf. "Come on, Darth. Is this the best you can do?" he taunted, his voice mocking.
The fight raged on, each summon unleashing its own arsenal of attacks. The desert around them shook with their power, sand swirling in chaotic eddies. The clash of energies created bursts of light and sound that reverberated through the oasis.
Darth's determination fueled the crimson-red eagle, each movement precise and calculated. The wolf matched its adversary with equal ferocity, teeth snapping and wings slashing through the air. The battle was a spectacle of raw power and intensity.
Amidst the clash of summoned creatures, Darth's voice cut through the tumultuous air. "Agra is not a god! He's an evil entity that seeks nothing but death and destruction!" His words reverberated with conviction, carried by the winds of the battle.
Larn's retort was swift, his crimson-red wolf lunging at the eagle with renewed vigor. "And yet, you served that same entity without batting an eye. What's changed, Darth? Suddenly questioning the very being you once worshipped?" His voice held a mixture of scorn and amusement.
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Larn's taunts continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is this and amusement.
As the ethereal battle raged on, Michael watched from a distance with growing annoyance. The divine portals were within reach, yet the interruption by these angels continued to thwart his plans. He clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. He wanted to end this conflict and secure the means to reach Nimbosia.
Darth's anger and determination seemed to fuel his summoned eagle further. Its movements became more intricate, its attacks more strategic. The crimson-red wolf countered with equal fervor, each clash of energy sending shockwaves through the desert landscape.
Larn's taunts continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is this the extent of your newfound defiance, Darth? Facing me, a loyal servant of Agra?"
Darth's response was laced with unwavering determination. "You're blind to the truth, Larn. You're a puppet, blindly following a malevolent force. I won't be part of it any longer."
The battle reached a crescendo, the clash of summoned creatures becoming a spectacle of power and will. Each creature's movements painted streaks of crimson energy across the desert sky, their clashes creating bursts of light that illuminated the landscape.
Michael's annoyance grew with every passing moment. He couldn't afford any more delays, not when his presence in this realm was becoming more apparent to the pantheon. He needed those divine portals, and he needed them now.
Darth's voice broke through the chaos again, his words carrying a fierce determination. "Agra may have deceived me once, but I won't be his pawn any longer!"
Larn's laughter resonated, cutting through the battle's cacophony. "And what do you hope to achieve, Darth? Defeating me won't change your fate. You're marked by Agra." n0velUsb.C0m
"This Agra god seems like a big deal, Ghost," Ayag's voice sounded from within Michael's pocket.
"Yeah, I have a feeling we might cross his path in the future," Sarba added.
"I don't care. I need the divine portals, and this Larn guy is messing up my plans," Michael replied with a hint of frustration.
"Well, you can't kill him without using your powers," Ayag pointed out.
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