Novel Full Chapter 1094 Another Trump Card
Chapter 1094 Another Trump Card
Observing the fierce battle from afar, Elder Tilrith and Nolcaula were quite shocked.
A lot of things happened in the ongoing battle.
Each progression of the battle was pleasing to see—the appearance of reinforcements, the display of power from the Silverstar Pack, the evolutions, and even the sudden appearance of the Ice and Snow Princess.
It was progressions that boosted Rex’s odds of winning immensely.
On the other hand, the Executor received no good news as his forces were battered.
Under the constant pressure, he even opted for an unsightly route.
“Being able to force the Fifthborn to take a more reserved route, aiming for the Symposium instead of fighting is quite a great success for the Royal Black Prince,” Elder Tilrith nodded, praising Rex’s efforts. “Not to mention, he even managed to force the Fifthborn to summon the chaos monsters from the third deepest floor of the Abyss”
Keeping his eyes glued onto the battle, Elder Nolacula nodded in agreement.
He too found the progression pleasing to witness.
“Summoning these chaos monsters… the Fifthborn definitely took a severe toll,” He added.
Although the sight of these unique chaos monsters held significance—as they are one of the Executor’s trump cards, Elder Nolacula’s attention was elsewhere. Since the outset—none of them both knew the entirety of Rex’s plans.
Even his pack doesn’t seem to know, judging how they were moving.
Due to that, it has become a game between the two powerful Elders to guess Rex’s plan.
On that note, something caught Elder Nolacula’s eyes.
It was something that even Elder Tilrith must’ve realized and pondered on it too.
Placed in his position, Elder Nolacula would instantly try to wipe out the Human Army.
Especially when the Executor made it clear that he needed them with the use of the totem.
‘Speaking logically, if the Fifthborn dared to launch a massive spell that targeted the prince’s army, he could return the favor almost instantly before the Fifthborn could deploy that weird totem he used’ Elder Nolacula pondered silently, his eyes turning into slits.
He was fretting over Rex’s behavior of killing the Human Army one by one directly.
A guess that Elder Nolacula had was because he was hesitating like Elder Tilrith said earlier.
But that shouldn’t be the case as the fight is already hot and intense.
Certainly, Rex wasn’t hesitating anymore, yet that assumption made his action of not sending a massive attack towards the Human Army in retaliation, aiming to wipe them out with a swift swoop of skill or spell in return, very weird.
Placed in his position, Elder Nolacula would instantly try to wipe out the Human Army.
Especially when the Executor made it clear that he needed them with the use of the totem.
‘He must have a reason, but what is it? What is his aim?’ On the other hand, Elder Tilrith was also pondering about the same exact matter.
However, unlike Elder Nolacula who needs to work with the rough picture—Elder Tilrith was able to comprehend more, ‘Seems like Mavenna is a part of his plan, hence why he was not letting me bring her back. I should have guessed it sooner—but the question is how did she get involved with him this deeply?’
Tapping on her chin with her finger gracefully, Elder Tilrith thought back to the past.
She remembered the Executor kidnapped her from the Demon Territory.
It was said to be done by a corrupted Human that takes out five Demon hives alone.
Despite her appearance and childlike demeanor, Mavenna was an important Demoness in the Demon Kingdom. Possessing the Rosadonna Succubus bloodline placed her in the highest of the hierarchy.
Because of that, a lot of Demons were sent to locate her whereabouts.
Not that long passed, and now she made an appearance beside the Royal Black Prince.
Just the sight alone stirred Elder Tilrith’s suspicions, prompting her to momentarily wonder if the Executor was really behind her abduction. However—she swiftly dismissed the notion as she recalled the fact that Rex had helped the Executor not too long ago.
During that time, he must’ve met with Mavenna and brought her away.
‘Which means she’s not a part of his plan initially,’ Elder Tilrith concluded, squinting her eyes.
Moments earlier, she also witnessed Rex absorbing the blob of Life Essence.
Elder Tilrith now knew that Rex was using Mavenna as a means to gather Life Essence which seemed to be increasing his cursed energy as that had become clear—but she still remained oblivious as to why Rex was doing that.
Regardless of his cursed power, it would be useless as cursed energy couldn’t be merged.
Unlike other energies, cursed power is a solitary power.
Compared to the likes of Supernatural energies or mana that could be merged with the other sources of power—for example, the Red Force—cursed energy couldn’t. It was incompatible with anything other than itself.
Due to that, cultivating his cursed power didn’t provide him with a substantial boost in aura.
However, the spark of mystery graced a smile on Elder Tilrith’s face.
She watches the battle, focusing on the fight between Rex and the Executor inside the creek with a broad smile on her face. Nothing excites her more than a mystery—and from her point of view, the cloud of mystery enshrouds Rex’s form entirely.
It made her more eager to know what was Rex’s plan to kill the Executor once and for all.
“I’m anticipating a bang, Royal Black Prince…” She mused excitedly.
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Meanwhile, back into the battlefield.
Kaboom!!
Radiating with the intensity of chaos energy, its tendrils curling ominously around him—anger has fully overwhelmed the Executor. His determination hardened into an unyielding, and solid resolve—compelling him to unleash every ounce of power to ensure Rex’s demise at this very moment.
Grinding his teeth, his eyes bulged as he whispered an inaudible spell.
A spell that invokes goosebumps.
In response to this, the Passues began to attack him.
Brandishing their razor-sharp, steely raptorial legs, the Passues were relentless.
A buzzing sound began to echo as they were assaulting the Executor with a series of vicious slashes, the kind that could kill a normal ninth-rank realm Awakened ten times over. Rex was watching this onslaught continue as the Executor was drowned by the Passues.
It was akin to watching a swarm of ants crowding a block of sugar.
Slash!
Crash!
Observing the torment from about fifteen meters away, Rex frowns in horror.
Each of the Passues’ attacks moved faster than I could blink as if the air didn’t give them any form of resistance. Not to mention—their attacks are deadly. One of them could kill a normal ninth-rank Awakened.
Despite not being the center of attention, he was observing the Passues intently.
He still needs to prepare if any of them decide to attack him.
It was the second time Rex had seen them, and he was still troubled by their raw strength.
Unlike last time, the Passues were also very aggressive.
To think that their entire demeanor changed instantly in the presence of a Human is chilling.
Furthermore, the realization that the Passues had already reached such formidable strength, yet there was still the existence of the Passue Matriarch, sent a chill coursing down his spine—He couldn’t even begin to comprehend how strong was the Passue Matriarch.
Considering that the Executor was wary of it, its strength must be out of this world.
Due to that, Rex decided to observe how the Passues battled.
Just as he was silently observing, he noticed a purple light seeping through the Passues that came from none other than the Executor. He looked closely before he gasped at the sight of the Executor’s energy blocking the Passues’ attacks.
Moreover, he could see something forming in front of the Executor from tendrils of chaos.
A moment is all it takes for Rex’s senses to send danger signals to his brain.
Boom!!
Creating a barrier to protect himself from the shockwave of chaos energy that blasted from the Executor—he resisted and didn’t lose ground while the Passues were thrown away akin to ragdolls in all directions.
Still blinded by the purple light, Rex couldn’t help but frown.
Judging from the amount of energy the Executor amassed, this is his strongest spell.
As the place cleared and the purple light dimmed—Rex took down the barrier before his eyes dilated at a surprising sight. He initially thought that the Executor was casting another strong spell, but he was mistaken.
It was not a one-time-use spell, it was a very troublesome spell.
Rex marvels at another figure standing right in front of the Executor—having the exact same features as the Executor does. Not only its appearance but the amount of energy, demeanor, and even scent were completely identical.
A perfect copy of himself that couldn’t be distinguished easily.
One thing that differentiates it from the real Executor is the absence of the black spear.
Crafting a duplicate of myself using elemental or cursed energy comes with inherent power limitations. Neither of the two methods made a duplicate close to my power—but this one… the one he made, it possesses the exact same strength as the Executor himself.
In a fit of anger, the Executor revealed another card up his sleeves.
Just before Rex could do anything, the chaos duplicate dashed and struck him fiercely.
Bang!
Even though he could already tell that it was as strong as the Executor’s original body—Rex was still caught off guard by the force as he got hurtled away. He forced his eyes open and saw the Executor facing to the side and charging chaos energies on his index fingertips.
Following that, two high-concentration beams of chaos shot outside of the creek.
Both coursed the outside of the walls of chaos monsters, corrupting anything they touched.
Swoosh!
The Executor single-handedly helped the Human Army.
As a result—numerous Humans that were led by the Witch managed to reach the creek and poured inside. It didn’t take long for them to be assaulted by other Passues—the scent they brought attracted the Passues’ attention.
Despite the totem’s energy preventing them from dying, the pain was still there.
Instantaneously, the creek was filled with screams and wails of pain.
Even the heavy military vehicles like tanks were cut open like butter by the Passues.
None was exempted from the Passues’ reaches.
But as more and more Humans got inside—the chaos monsters outside also swarmed inside and attacked the Passues. None of them was a match to the Passues as one swipe from the Passues’ raptorial legs was able to kill dozens of them.
Not to mention, their attacks were fast, and chaos monsters were dropping fast.
The Passues were like a grinder, killing anything that came their way.
Regardless of the chaos monsters are outmatched, their distraction afforded the humans the opportunity to follow the Executor and keep on going. This was all caught by Rex’s eyes, and when he checked the Executor, he could see the Executor darting away.
It was clear that he was fixed on reaching the Symposium out of everything else.
Moreover, the Passues attacking him became fewer.
So that’s why he needs the Human Army… Even though the Passues were all targeting their natural prey, Humans, they couldn’t differentiate the power difference between Humans, no Passues could tell that the Executor was stronger—they attacked all Humans equally.
Going by that logic, having more Humans in the creek would be beneficial for him.
He would have an easier time with the Passues’ attention split into the other Humans.
Rex could only issue a silent command through telepathy.
He’s coming, and desperate. Be prepared.
After saying that, Rex quickly recovered and rolled to the side, avoiding a strike aimed at him.
Deciding to ignore the chaos duplicate, he darted toward the Human Army.
Meanwhile, hiding in the shadows of the creek, Lyra and the Shapeshifters Army were set on their positions to block the Executor’s path. Receiving the signal from Rex, she quickly turned to an Enchanter, “Prepare the Field Spell, he’s coming,”
Upon hearing this, the Enchanter nodded and levitated—sitting in a meditative position.
Shifting her gaze to the other side, she looked at another Shapeshifter.
Receiving the inquiring gaze from Lyra, the Shapeshifter gave an affirmative nod in reply.
With everything in place, Lyra turned her gaze forward once more. “Stick to the plan,” she commanded, her voice firm. “We’re the last line of defense between the Executor and the Symposium. Our mission is to delay him for as long as we can, and that is what we will do”
“Don’t show a pitiful performance, I don’t like my names being tainted,” Lyra added firmly.
It would be a do-or-die, and the Shapeshifters are ready for it.