The battlefield fell into a stunned silence as everyone took in the sight of Belial's monstrous new form. Zealot watched intently, his expression calm and focused.
"Everyone, stay back," Zealot instructed his party and the Honeybee Queen's forces. "Leave Belial to me."
With a nod of agreement, Zealot's party and the Honeybee Queen's forces willingly stepped back, their spirits buoyed with excitement as they eagerly anticipated the impending clash between Zealot and Belial. The air crackled with anticipation as everyone prepared for the spectacle about to unfold. Zealot took confident strides forward, his gaze unwavering as he locked onto the imposing figure of Belial, standing tall before him like a dark colossus.
"You think this changes anything?" Zealot called out, his voice steady. "Your transformation only delays your death, which means you'll end up suffering more."
Belial laughed, a dark, rumbling sound that echoed through the grand throne room. "Hahaha! You dare challenge me in this form? You're even more foolish than I thought! Prepare to meet your end!"
With a powerful leap, Belial, now looking like a giant behemoth monster, charged at Zealot, his colossal sword swinging down with terrifying force. Zealot, with his mind-reading ability, dodged effortlessly, his movements swift and calculated. The impact of Belial's strike sent shockwaves through the vast throne room, cracking the floor under the immense power.
CLANG!
RUMBLE!
‘This motherfucker! How did he dodge that so effortlessly?!’ Belial was taken aback.
Besides Belial, the others stood stunned in disbelief. They realized that if they had been in Zealot's position, they likely wouldn't have survived that, let alone dodged Belial's monstrous strikes.
"Hahaha! Nice try! You'll have to be faster than that to touch me," Zealot taunted with a smirk.
"You lucky bastard! Well, you may be lucky once, but you won't be next time!" Belial's voice thundered with fury.
Just as Belial prepared to strike again, Zealot raised his right hand in a commanding gesture, halting Belial mid-motion. "Wait a second!”
Belial scoffed, his tone laced with derision. "Hmph! What now?! Giving up already?!"
"Give up? Not at all," Zealot retorted calmly. "I just mean to say that I won’t be the one to fight you. Instead, I intend to let one of my skeletal minions challenge you on my behalf."
As the tension hung heavy in the air, Zealot gestured towards one of his formidable skeletal minions. The skeletal warrior stepped forward, its metal bones gleaming with an otherworldly radiance as it faced the towering Belial in his monstrous form.
Belial, his eyes narrowing with contempt, sneered at the skeletal minion. "You dare to send a mere skeletal minion to challenge me?! Don't make me laugh!"
The skeletal minion remained silent, its glowing eyes fixed on Belial with an eerie intensity.
"You talk too much, Belial," Zealot remarked. "Why don’t you try defeating my skeletal minion first before you judge? If you succeed, I’ll gladly face you next. Alright, Bony, show this behemoth monster what you are capable of!"
"B-Behemoth?! How dare you call me a monster!" Belial retorted, his voice filled with indignation.
WHOOSH!
With a sudden burst of speed, the skeleton warrior lunged forward, wielding its sword with surprising agility and skill. The clash of steel rang out once more as the skeletal minion and Belial engaged in a fierce battle.
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Despite its seemingly fragile appearance, the skeletal minion proved to be a formidable opponent. Its movements were precise, its strikes calculated, each blow delivered with uncanny strength and accuracy. Belial, caught off guard by the skeletal minion's unexpected prowess, found himself hard-pressed to defend against its relentless assault.
"You dare to get in my way?!" Belial roared, his voice reverberating through the grand throne room. "You insignificant skeletal minion! I’ll crush you!"
With a mighty swing, Belial unleashed a devastating strike aimed at shattering the skeletal minion's defense. But the skeletal warrior parried the blow effortlessly, its own counterattack driving Belial back with a force that rattled the very walls of the throne room.
THUD!
Belial staggered, his monstrous form momentarily off balance. The skeletal minion pressed its advantage, closing in with relentless determination. It struck with precision, aiming for Belial's weaknesses with a calculated strategy that belied its skeletal form.
"You'll regret this!" Belial snarled, his rage fueling his attacks. He swung his colossal sword in a wild arc, unleashing a barrage of blows intended to overwhelm the skeletal minion. But each strike was met with unwavering resolve, the skeletal warrior's defenses holding strong against Belial's onslaught.
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
RUMBLE!
The sight of Zealot's skeletal minion confidently holding its own against Belial left everyone in awe and speechless once more. While they had previously acknowledged the skeletal minion's formidable strength, they hadn't expected it to be this powerful.
"Remarkable! That skeleton warrior is more than just bones," exclaimed someone from Lilith’s party, eyes wide with astonishment.
"I underestimated Zealot's minion. I didn't think it would be this powerful," remarked another, watching with admiration.
"To think a skeletal minion could be this formidable… I've never seen anything like this before," added a third, her voice tinged with excitement.
At this very moment, the Honeybee Queen’s forces felt profound gratitude for having allied with Zealot’s party. Had they went against Zealot, they would have met their demise by now.
After a few minutes of toying with the skeletal minion, Belial's smile twisted into a malevolent grin as he decided it was time to get completely serious. With a sudden surge of power, he unleashed a devastating series of strikes that pushed the skeletal minion back, its defenses starting to falter under the relentless assault.
CLANG!
"Enough of your insolence, skeletal pawn!" Belial sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "This time, I will show you my true power!"
The force of Belial's blows was overwhelming, each strike shaking the throne room with its sheer power. The skeletal minion, despite its resilience, began to show signs of wear, its movements slowing as it struggled to keep up with Belial's ferocious onslaught.
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As the skeletal minion began to falter, a wave of panic swept through Lilith’s party and the Honeybee Queen’s forces. Faces twisted with concern as whispers of worry filled the air. In stark contrast, members of Belial’s party stood apart, their expressions betraying a quiet satisfaction. They watched with detached amusement as the tide of battle seemed to turn against their adversaries.
Meanwhile, Zealot remained composed, knowing that the battle wasn’t over yet. He had a few more trump cards up his sleeve. While his current skeletal minion might struggle against Belial’s behemoth form, Zealot anticipated that once he unleashed Minion Berserk, the outcome would swiftly shift in his favor.
"You insignificant undead minion!" Belial bellowed, his voice echoing with contempt. "Did you really think you could defeat me?!"
ROOOAAARRR!
The skeletal minion fought back valiantly, its glowing eyes fixed on Belial with unwavering determination. It managed to parry some of Belial's attacks, but the relentless barrage was taking its toll.
"Come on, Bony! You can do this!" Lilith’s party shouted, their voice filled with urgency and encouragement.
The Honeybee Queen's forces looked on anxiously, their silent support urging the skeletal minion to hold its ground against Belial's overwhelming power.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
“Hahaha! Die! Die! Die!” Belial roared, his voice echoing with malevolent glee.
“Nice one! Get that skeleton! Finish him off!” Belial’s party shouted, their voices brimming with excitement and encouragement.
The skeletal minion, despite its struggles, refused to back down. It continued to parry Belial's attacks with remarkable precision, though its metal bones creaked under the immense pressure.
BERSERKER RAGE!
BERSERKER TORNADO!
BERSERKER ARMOR!
“Give it up, you mere skeleton! You’re no match for me!” Belial taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.
Despite Belial's threats, the skeletal minion remained resolute, refusing to give up. Belial's patience wore thin. “You stubborn fool! I’m done playing games with you! Now, die!” he snarled.
Channeling all his power into his colossal sword, Belial prepared for the final blow. With one mighty vertical swing, he brought his weapon down with tremendous force, cleaving the skeletal minion in half.
VERTICAL SLASH!
BAAAMMM!!!
[Your Skeleton Silver Warrior has been slain by Belial Nocturnus!]
"Take that, you insignificant minion! Hahaha!" Belial's triumphant laughter echoed through the grand throne room as he celebrated his decisive defeat of the skeleton warrior.
The grand throne room trembled with the aftermath of Belial's decisive strike. The skeletal minion, shattered into pieces, collapsed to the ground, its glowing eyes fading into darkness. Silence fell over the battlefield as everyone processed the outcome of the duel.
Naturally, Belial’s party was jubilant, their voices echoing with celebration and triumph. In contrast, for Lilith’s party and the Honeybee Queen’s forces, a palpable sense of worry hung heavy in the air, overshadowing their spirits.
Belial, his monstrous form still towering and infused with dark energy, turned to face Zealot with a triumphant smirk. "You see that, Zealot? Your little skeletal minion was no match for me! Now, as promised, it's your turn," he taunted, his voice reverberating with arrogance.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Zealot clapped and sarcastically remarked, “Bravo! Excellent job! You’re the man! You’re the best, Belial! Hahaha!” He laughed, adding, "However, it’s still too early for you to challenge me yet. Look around. Can't you see I still have one more skeleton warrior left standing next to me?"
Belial’s eyes flickered with a mix of rage and disbelief. "How absurd!" he growled, his gaze shifting to the last skeletal minion standing beside Zealot. "Do you truly believe this will make any difference?! I’ll crush this one just as easily as the last!"
"Meet my Elite Skeleton Warrior," Zealot announced, his voice calm and confident. "This one is far more powerful than the last. I hope you're ready for the real challenge this time, Belial."
The name “Elite Skeleton Warrior” was merely a joke that Zealot concocted to poke fun at Belial. In reality, nothing changed, as all his skeletal minions remained of equal rank.
Belial sneered, his arrogance undiminished. “Elite Skeleton Warrior, my ass! I don’t know what trick you’re trying to play this time, but no matter how strong your minion is, it will still meet the same fate as the first skeleton! Now, prepare to witness its destruction!”
With a thunderous roar, Belial lunged forward, his colossal sword gleaming with dark energy as he aimed a devastating strike at the Skeleton Warrior.
MINION BERSERK!
Zealot instantly activated Minion Berserk and exclaimed, “Go, Bony! Now is your moment to shine! Show Belial your unrivaled power!”
The skeletal minion nodded, its bones pulsing with the chaotic energy of berserk mode. With swift, fluid movements, it unleashed a relentless assault upon Belial. Each strike, fueled by unearthly strength, intensified in speed and ferocity.
Belial, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, found himself rapidly pushed back, each impact resonating with bone-jarring force. The skeletal minion's movements were now a blur of calculated aggression, driven by a primal determination to overwhelm its adversary.
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The battle between Zealot's Skeleton Warrior and Belial intensified into a frenzied exchange of blows, their clash reverberating through the grand throne room with thunderous intensity. Initially brimming with confidence, Belial soon came to realize that the skeletal minion this time was on a vastly different level than the previous one. It seemed as if he faced an entirely new opponent, despite the skeletons' identical outer appearance.
RUMBLE!
As the battle wore on, Belial's monstrous behemoth form began to show signs of strain. His attacks, though powerful, became increasingly frantic as he struggled to regain the upper hand. The skeletal minion, fueled by its berserk state, pressed its advantage relentlessly, its movements blurring into a whirlwind of lethal strikes.
"You... insolent minion!" Belial growled through gritted teeth, his voice laced with frustration and disbelief. “You’ll pay for this!”
ROOOAAARRR!
BERSERKER RAGE! BERSERKER TORNADO! BERSERKER ARMOR!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The skeletal warrior, its glowing eyes fixed unwaveringly on Belial, continued its assault unabated. It countered Belial's every move with unwavering resolve, refusing to yield even as the grand throne room shook under the force of their clash.
Belial's party members, who had been celebrating prematurely, now watched with growing concern as their party leader struggled against Zealot's skeletal minion. The tide of battle had shifted dramatically, leaving them to witness Belial’s gradual loss of dominance.
Meanwhile, Lilith’s party and the Honeybee Queen’s forces, initially filled with concerns, now exhaled in relief as they witnessed the tide turning in Zealot’s favor. Quietly observing the battle, their hearts silently cheered for the skeleton warrior with unwavering determination.
With a final, resounding clash, the skeletal warrior’s blade found its mark. Belial staggered backward, a deep gash visible through the dark aura surrounding his monstrous form. He roared in pain and fury, his eyes glowing with unbridled rage.
"You insolent wretch! How dare you harm me!" Belial bellowed, his voice echoing through the grand throne room. He gripped his colossal sword tightly, preparing for one last, desperate attack.
Zealot watched the scene unfold with a calm demeanor, his eyes never leaving Belial. "Bony, it's time to finish this," he commanded, his voice steady and authoritative.
The skeletal warrior nodded, its glowing eyes intensifying. With renewed vigor, it launched itself at Belial, its movements a blur of lethal precision. Each strike was delivered with deadly accuracy, targeting the weakened spots in Belial's defense.
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Belial, despite his fury and desperation, struggled to keep up with the relentless assault. His movements became sluggish, his attacks less coordinated. It was clear that the battle was nearing its end.
"You think you can defeat me?! I am Belial Nocturnus, the almighty Demon Berserker!" Belial roared, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. He swung his colossal sword wildly, but the skeletal warrior dodged effortlessly, its counterattacks driving Belial further back.
WHOOSH!
THRUST!
Finally, with a powerful strike, the skeletal warrior's blade pierced through Belial's chest. The dark aura surrounding him flickered and dimmed as Belial let out a guttural scream. He fell to his knees, his colossal form shrinking back to its original state.
THUD!
"No…! This can't be…" Belial gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I’m supposed to be invincible in this form…"
Zealot stepped forward, his expression calm and composed. "No one is invincible, Belial. Your arrogance was your downfall." He turned to his skeletal warrior and nodded in approval. "Well done, Bony!”
The skeletal warrior bowed slightly before stepping back, its task complete.
Belial's voice, weakened by impending death, trembled as he uttered his final words. 'I... I refuse... to accept... this—!” His body crumpled to the ground, the last remnants of his dark energy dissipating into the air. The grand throne room fell silent once more, the echoes of battle slowly fading away.