Chapter 1237 End Of Valorix I
After Valorix absorbed Michael's words, a desperate resolve took hold of him. He realized this might be his last chance to save his physical form from the inevitable wrath of the newly ruthless God of Darkness. With a defiant shout that echoed through the darkened hall, "You think you've won? Watch this!"
Summoning every ounce of his divine power, Valorix called forth every bit of treasure he had pilfered over the eons. In a dazzling display of light and magic, various items began to equip themselves over his already gleaming golden armor. A spear materialized in his other hand, gleaming with an ominous energy, while a mechanical hand attached itself to his back, its fingertips sparking with the promise of fiery destruction. Around his neck, several talismans appeared, each engraved with runes pulsating with ancient power.
Valorix, now fully armed with the artifacts of his thievery, stood taller, his form radiating a formidable aura. "Now, you will face the true God of Thieves in his full glory!" he boasted, the various magical items augmenting his voice with a resonance that filled the throne hall.
Valorix, now a walking arsenal of divine theft, wasted no time in demonstrating the might of his newly adorned treasures. "Let's see you dodge this, you fucker!" he bellowed, as he thrust the spear forward, unleashing a powerful gale force of wind aimed directly at Michael.
The wind tore through the throne hall with ferocious speed, but Michael, ever the embodiment of darkness, twisted and turned, his form melding with the shadows as he narrowly evaded the attack. "Is that all? You're going to have to do better than that," Michael taunted, his voice echoing from the darkness.
Not missing a beat, Valorix activated the mechanical arms on his back, which whirred to life before firing a barrage of energy beams in rapid succession. The beams sliced through the air, each one more precise and deadly than the last. Michael, however, anticipated each shot, moving with supernatural agility as he avoided the beams by mere inches.
"Fuck! Stand still and fight like a god!" Valorix cursed, frustration mounting as his attacks failed to land.
Each of Valorix's talismans pulsed with energy, one after the other activating their unique powers. One talisman unleashed a blizzard of ice shards, another summoned bolts of lightning, and yet another created a barrier of fire around Valorix, making him a moving inferno.
Michael, unfazed by the variety and intensity of the attacks, continued to dodge and weave, his laughter ringing out amidst the chaos. "You think these parlor tricks will stop me? I've seen better magic from a wee baby!" Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
As the fight escalated, Michael found openings between Valorix's attacks, exploiting them with quick, precise strikes aimed at the talismans and the mechanical arms. Each hit weakened the items' hold on their magical abilities, gradually diminishing Valorix's offensive capabilities.
Valorix, now visibly tiring from the effort of controlling so many powerful artifacts at once, growled in anger. "I will not be defeated so easily! I am the God of Thieves, and I will have your head!"
Michael, seizing an opportune moment as Valorix's concentration faltered, lunged forward, his own powers amplified by the darkness. "Your thievery ends here, Valorix. This is where you pay for your crimes."
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