Chapter 476: The Saving Thunder

Eolagar groaned, whipping his head from side to side as though trying to drive away a swarm of insects buzzing around his head.

The vengeful spirits were still fighting for control of his body. Individually, none of them possessed enough strength to completely override Eolagar’s will and take control of him.

But having thousands of them invading his body at once, each one struggling against him and against the others for control, was driving the berserker toward madness.

Meanwhile, Nathan had slowly begun pulling himself back onto his feet.

His regeneration continued repairing his injuries as he steadied himself and began backing away from Eolagar.

Tharnaron, the red-winged Blademaster demon lord, noticed him.

He immediately spread his wings and flew forward, intending to intercept Nathan before he could create any further distance between himself and the other demon lords.

But the winged demon had barely crossed the distance when his eyes suddenly widened at the sight of Eolagar’s massive axe swinging toward his face.

Tharnaron instinctively ducked beneath the blazing red-hot weapon at the very last second. But the sudden movement threw him off balance; he lost control of his flight before crashing violently into the ground.

However, the massive red arc of energy created by the axe’s swing continued through its trajectory, cutting across the battlefield.

Every demon lord caught within its path immediately moved to avoid it, understanding that taking the attack head-on would be disastrous.

The right-hands were not so fortunate.

Several of them failed to react in time, and the red slash tore through roughly four of the remaining six, cleaving their bodies in half instantly.

Even after that, the red arc continued traveling far beyond them, reaching the mountains where it cleaved through three enormous peaks in succession.

The attack cut through the rock as though it were nothing, leaving the mountains to collapse under the force of the blow.

For several moments, the surrounding demons could only stare in shock at what they had just witnessed.

The berserker demon lord let out a tremendous roar. His aura exploded outward with such overwhelming force that the entire Great Serpent’s Pass began to quake.

The ground rumbled, while loose rocks and debris were thrown into the air by the sheer pressure of his power.

Eolagar had reached his breaking point.

He had finally gone completely mad.

And that was exactly what Nathan had intended. Now the berserker was no longer just Nathan’s problem, but everyone’s.

To put into clearer perspective;

Vengeful spirits were not all born from the same emotions. Each one carried the feelings they had experienced in the final moments of their lives, with some being consumed by sadness, others by resentment, anger, frustration, hatred, or countless other emotions.

These feelings were often the final emotions they experienced at the hands of the people who had oppressed or wronged them before their deaths.

And those emotions became the foundation of their vengeful existence.

All of those conflicting feelings were now intertwined within the berserker’s body and mind, creating an overwhelming psychological struggle.

That desire for vengeance eventually triggered another phenomenon; The Berserker’s rage — which meant that Eorlagar had been pushed into a state similar to Guardians who could use the Rage.

The Berserker’s Rage temporarily increased his physical capabilities, making him the most dangerous and powerful individual on that battlefield.

Eolagar slowly turned back toward the other demon lords, his face twisted with fury.

Brilvos stared at him for a moment and muttered. "He has gone mad."

The Grade 9 demon lords, including the fused Zar’gos and Mezoris, became increasingly wary.

They could feel the change in Eolagar’s power as he had reached a level that none of them could hope to compete with.

The other demon lords were similarly apprehensive. They had originally gathered to kill Nathan, but Eorlagar had now become the unpredictable threat that had turned against them.

The berserker roared, then launched himself directly into their midst.

"Restrain him!" Toglon, the Toolbearer, shouted.

Irgrarin immediately responded, launching himself toward Eolagar, with his fists and entire body engulfed in flames.

The two collided. And in that instant, chaos erupted among the demon lords.

The battlefield had descended into a different conflict as the provincial lords began fighting to either protect themselves from the berserk or to subdue him.

The two surviving right-hands had already distanced themselves from the battle, understanding that this was beyond anything they could participate in.

But one of them, Eolagar’s right-hand, soon noticed Nathan.

While the demon lords were distracted by Eolagar’s rampage, Nathan had quietly continued moving farther away from them.

The right-hand tightened his grip around his axe and launched himself toward Nathan, raising the weapon as he prepared to bring it down.

Nathan’s eyes widened at the sight of the demon closing the distance. It was a bad situation for him right now because he didn’t have enough magic power to face off any more demons, not even a right-hand.

But in that moment, Zelith’s Rule of the Area had finally reached its limit.

There was simply no way she could contain the enormous amount of power being released within the isolated region any longer, especially with Eorlagar’s rage causing the battle to spiral further out of control.

The invisible barrier suddenly collapsed.

And at that exact moment, just as Eolagar’s right-hand was about to strike Nathan, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky.

BOOM!

The lightning slammed directly into the berserker’s right-hand, blasting him out of the air and smashing his body into the ground.

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Elsewhere on the battlefield where Jillia’s battered body continued trembling...she was barely conscious at this time.

Then the shadows surrounding her suddenly began to move, spreading outward across the ground before several arms of shadow erupted from it.

The arms seized the Dhurandar and pulled it free from Jillia’s body.

Jillia suddenly gasped, air rushing into her lungs as her regeneration finally began accelerating now that the sword was no longer pinning her in place.

But the shadow beneath Jillia continued expanding, spreading outward into a much larger pool before slowly beginning to absorb everything within it.

Jillia’s upper body and sword was pulled into the darkness, followed by her lower body, which had been tossed aside nearby.