Chapter 2360: Twelve on One

This massive and desolate world didn’t belong to anyone. It was just one of many stray planets that ended up in one of the endless super voids. Arad sensed it, though it was a decent contender for a battlefield, and teleported everyone to it.

The planet was massive, five times as big as the mortal planet, and its gravity reflected that, being much, much stronger to the point the maids could barely stand. It was almost three times as strong.

As Arad looked around, he smiled, and the gravity suddenly grew weaker, quickly stabilizing at the same level as the mortal world, and the maids gasped for air as they stood up. "You can just do that?" Eris, who had returned just a minute ago, asked, and he looked at her with a smile.

"Of course, controlling gravity is much easier for me now." He cracked his neck and looked back at Mira, who stood behind Camilla and ten paladins in full plate armor. "Twelve on one, this will be fun." He lifted his hand, and the massive black greatsword he had shown them before emerged out of nowhere and fell into his palm.

Mira gulped and threw a glance at Camilla. "Don’t be reckless; he won’t kill anyone, but he’ll gladly break your ribs." Hearing that, Camilla smiled. "Really, I would love to see him try." She pulled her massive bastard sword, and the blade started burning with divine magic as her teeth turned into fangs and her muscles grew a bit larger.

Mira sighed, and the ten paladins lifted their swords and shields, ready to defend Mira even if it cost them their lives. But in the next fraction of a second, Camilla burst forward, flying toward Arad with a single jump.

[Divine Cleaver] Swinging her sword sideways at his neck, she could barely see him lift his great sword to block her strike, and at the moment of the impact, a deafening shockwave shook the ground and kicked up a massive cloud of dust.

"He is slow..." Isdis gasped, and Eris looked down. "Of course, he is holding back enough to allow them to fight, but not enough to make the fight easy."

The cloud of dust burst apart as Camilla started swinging her sword faster than any of the maids could see, and Arad still deflected all of her attacks, moving at an equal speed. Fia was already sweating. "Its a blur..."

Betty who was sitting on a chair and drinking tea from a table that no one knows when she brought here, smiled. "Camilla is powerful. She is a werewolf paladin and now has the blessing of both Mira Goddess of Greed, and Poppy, the Beast Goddess. Beast-like aggression and a frenzied, greedy moveset. That’s how she fights."

With a roar, Camilla smacked Arad away with an upward [Divine Cleaver], and he was flung with relative ease, sliding back on the dried stone ground with sparks flashing out of his black obsidian boots. He looked forward and could see Camilla running toward him on all fours, carrying her sword in her mouth.

The moment Camilla reached him, she started swinging with both of her arms and mouth, using her claws and blade to the fullest. "Now that’s new. I’ve never seen someone fight like this before." Even though Arad had just one sword, he was still able to deflect most of Camilla’s attacks as he focused on dodging her claws whenever he could and smacking her sword aside with his greatsword.

But then, something heavy hit him right on the temples, and his eyes almost rolled out of their sockets as his entire body was sent flying sideways, rolling on the ground like a rag doll before his arm gripped the ground and he slid to a halt.

"You’re pregnant. You shouldn’t move like that." Arad looked forward as his eyes fixed themselves, and Mira stood there where he was before, holding the Hammer of Creation on her shoulder.

But before she could reply, the paladins were already jumping at Arad to attack him. All ten of them moved at once, swinging their weapons in synchronization.

A hammer come down with a thundering roar of lightning.

A whip of spikes and poison that was made by Claug.

A sharp rapier that moved faster than anyone else could, flashing toward Arad’s eye with deadly precision.

A pure blast of divine magic that could wash everything clean, delivered by a pale-while fist of holy silver.

A sword of cursed red flames, born in the Hells and infused with divinity, rushing toward Arad’s neck with murderous will.

A flowing wave of pinkish mist infused with demonic magic that could easily wipe someone’s mind clean with a single breath, and there was enough of it to knock an elephant down.

A three-headed white trident that accelerated toward Arad’s chest, carried with wind magic and burning with a whole [Divine Smite]

Two steel boots coming right for Arad’s face, as one of the paladins thought she could hit him with a drop kick and brag about it later.

Two daggers rushed downward, aiming at the back of his ankles with clear intent, but sadly they were a bit slow, as aiming low might’ve been an awkward decision.

And lastly, a burning battle axe that was coming down with a roar of divine lightning, aiming to turn his bones to dust.

Arad jumped up at horrifying speed, and the paladin aiming for his ankles knew she was about to taste his boots. His arms moved, and he punched the lightning hammer aside, swung his sword to deflect the three-headed white trident and battle axe, and just the roaring wind from that swing was powerful enough to dissipate the mist. He kicked the sword of flames aside, and the whip wrapped around his forearm, while his breastplate deflected the rapier aside. The wave of divine magic hit him cleanly, and so did the drop kick, which landed square on his face.

But this was Arad, and he was built like a rock. His body tanked the divine shockwave, and his face pushed right between the steel boots, flying right toward the paladin’s ground, and smacked her with a headbutt that almost shattered her hipbone right to the nether region. And when he landed, his boots crushed the knife paladin’s face to the ground.

"This coordination, it’s as if you were trained by my father." Arad looked down at his forearm, where the whip was still wrapped. He threw a glance at the paladin holding the other end, and smiled.

"Oh, no..." She gasped, and before she could let go of the whip, Arad yanked her toward him and smacked her in the face with the flat of his greatsword, CLANG!, swatting her like a fly.

The paladins who remained standing were reminded. He might look like a hot woman, a beautiful Nymph, but this is still the same muscle giant they knew before.

"MOVE!" Camilla shouted as she and Mira surrounded Arad, swinging at his face at the same time. A hammer from one side, and a burning divine sword from the other side. Arad ducked down, aiming to let them smack each other, as this charge was a stupid tactic, but what he saw surprised him.

Mira had let go of the Hammer of Creation and ducked down, tackling him to the ground and immediately wrapping her legs around his arm in an arm breaker. "I can break a three-by-four with ease. Don’t try your luck with me."

"That would break a human arm, but not mine." Arad smiled, and Mira returned the grin. "Of Yggdrasil’s wood." Arad’s armor cracked under her grip.