Chapter 49
Torg stood on the head of his winged serpent and gazed down upon the ruined city, trying to ignore the countless charred corpses. He recalled the tragedies inflicted by the demons over the past few centuries to steady his resolve. Only then did he look away.
“Onward,” Torg shouted, his expression grim.
Dropping to the ground, he arrived in front of the Sin Dimension’s gateway. The rest of the Solar Flare Legion landed behind him, followed by the other legions.
Rammy walked up to Torg. “We should expect heavy resistance on the other side. Let me be the vanguard.”
“Very well,” Torg agreed, knowing best how high Rammy’s defenses were.
Cracking her neck, Rammy grinned and cast a skill.
Clumps of metal manifested in the air before wrapping around her figure.
From a dwarf with a small stature, she quickly enlarged to become a giant humanoid golem. Now towering over fifty feet tall, she barreled through the gateway, disappearing within. A group of generals from her Warden Legion followed after her sporting similar forms.
At the same time, Torg gave commands to his trusted subordinates, all generals, on how to proceed. After that, he turned to Flynn, saying, “Whether I can overpower Wrath or not depends on your assistance. I’m counting on you.”
Flynn nodded. “Don’t worry. I know what to do.”
By now, around half a minute had passed since Rammy disappeared, and it was time to reinforce her. Without delay, Torg charged through the gateway.
What greeted him on the other side was utter chaos.
Black gas covered everything, poisoning and corroding all within it, while bombs exploded as shrapnel flew haphazardly. Torg could vaguely make out the figures of metal giants under heavy fire beyond the gas, creating a humanoid wall to shield any who came through the gateway. Torg also noticed the demons had already covered Rammy and the others with their notorious corrosive liquid, known to break down all defenses.
“Hmph!” Torg sneered in annoyance at the black gas.
Snapping his fingers, a wave of fire burst out from him, incinerating all the gas nearby. With his vision cleared up, Torg observed that Rammy’s generals couldn’t last much longer. Although they had incredible defenses, there were too many demons bombarding them with skills from the fortress surrounding the gateway.
Torg bent his knees and jumped, soaring high into the sky.
Before the demons could target him, he activated a celestial grade skill – Great Combustion.
WOOSH!
Flames erupted from all the demons in Torg’s sight, turning them into humanoid fireballs. A few of the weaker ones died in moments, and under one of Torg's passive skills, they exploded, sending flames at their allies. Their deaths set off a chain reaction, causing more to die and explode.
Soon, the section of the fortress Torg looked at was devoid of any demons. There were even parts of the structure melting into lava.
“That’s Torg Igneo! Kill him, quickly!” A demon commander atop the ramparts screamed in fear. Under his orders, thousands of demons locked onto Torg and cast long-ranged skills. Corrosive Bolt, Poison Bomb, Acid Rain, Weakening Curse, etc. There were all types of skills.
Just as Torg was about to respond in kind, reinforcements came from the gateway.
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Generals from Flynn’s Clearsky Legion soared up next to Torg and cast Windwall, a celestial grade skill. Though it covered a small area, the intangible wall nullified all projectile-type skills upon contact. It was enough to protect Torg.
“Lord Igneo, save your energy for Wrath. Leave everything to us,” one of the generals spoke.
“You’re right,” Torg took a deep breath to calm his bloodlust. He couldn’t afford to waste any mana on these small fries.
After the Clearsky Legion generals came the top combatants of the other legions. They all helped the metal giants defend against the demon’s overwhelming assault. As more people came through the gateway, the Elemental’s army slowly took the offensive. Eventually, the situation was completely reversed, and the demons started to retreat.
A few minutes later, the legions had occupied the fortress and were now in control of both sides of the gateway. When Torg saw the majority of their army had arrived, he pulled out the Elemental Dimension Core and activated a skill that only appeared upon entering a foreign Dimension.
(Unique, Skill) Core Locator
Description: Activate to find the location of other Dimension Cores. No mana cost. No cooldown.
A thin line came from the core in Torg’s hand, leading deeper into the Sin Dimension.
“Follow me,” Torg commanded as he jumped onto his winged serpent.
The legions rode on his heels, with Flynn flying nearby.
Flynn knew that they were about to face Wrath and grew worried.
Torg, sensing this, reassured him, “Don’t worry. I’m confident in facing him alone, but with your help, he’s as good as dead.”
“You want to use that combo?” Flynn asked.
Torg nodded, his expression solemn.
“Even your legion’s generals can’t stand the heat when we do that. You’ll be alone,” Flynn reminded.
“It doesn’t matter,” Torg shook his head.
While the Elemental Nation’s industry couldn’t compare to the Innate Nation’s, their specialty lay in combining their skills. It wasn’t uncommon for a dozen people to link their skills together, even if they didn’t know each other. As Torg’s element was fire, he didn’t synergize well with earth and water, so Flynn was the sole ruler he could combine with.
Time passed quickly.
Half an hour later, a sprawling metropolis appeared in the distance, with a murky grey river running through the middle. Torg could see a demon army getting into formation outside the city’s vicinity, but since Torg had rushed here, they weren’t completely prepared.
Even then, the army numbered in the millions.
Seeing that a massive battle was about to begin, the legion’s generals gave out orders. Everyone dismissed their mounts and started linking with their teammates, forming giant elemental golems. Inside each golem hovered groups of people, with the person in control centered at the chest.
This golem combination skill had undergone thousands of years of refinement and was the best method for the Elemental Nation to display their innate gifts. It boasted high defense, mobility, and attack power. The only way to deal damage to the people inside was to deplete their mana, causing the golem to disperse. Other than that, it had no weaknesses.
In total, there were tens of thousands of golems, each with a height above fifty feet.
As the legions prepared themselves for combat, Torg did as well.
He carefully withdrew three pieces of transcendent grade equipment from his inventory. They were a ring, shoulder pads, and gloves. After so many years of use, their durability had dropped below 50%, and with nobody capable of repairing them, Torg rarely used them.
His overall power soared the moment he put them on.
Ignoring the skills they came with, just the increased percentages to his stats were far higher than what celestial grade equipment gave. As for the skills attached to the items, they were all transcendent grades in quality.
Upon equipping the three items, Torg drank a dozen potent celestial grade potions in one go, further boosting his strength. And when his subordinates buffed him with several skills, Torg felt so much energy pumping through him that he couldn’t keep his flames under control.
Without warning, pure white flames burst out from his body, turning his surroundings black.
He did not activate any skill.
Just the casual usage of his Fire Manipulation was enough to break apart space!
Quite literally, Torg had reached the ceiling of strength allowed in the Grandsky Realm.
He was level 1,000, possessed three pieces of transcendent grade equipment, seven transcendent grade skills, and had level 1,000 Fire Manipulation, along with dozens of skills at level 1,000.
Of the few who could match him, one of them was Wrath.
Above the demon army, he currently stood with arms crossed. With a figure several times larger than the average demon, he boasted steel-like muscles and had long black hair that covered his face. Between the strands, you could barely make out a pair of bloodshot eyes.
By Torg’s side hovered Rammy, Flynn, and Isabel, while Wrath was alone.
Torg’s blitzkrieg strategy had worked, giving him a precious few minutes to engage Wrath before Greed and Gluttony arrived. Before that happened, he needed to critically wound or kill Wrath.
A mighty task, were he alone.
But with Flynn backing him up, Torg had full confidence that he would emerge the victor today. Spreading his arms, he spoke, “Let’s do this.”