Flashes of light scattered across the area and the sound of blade clashing with blade followed in quick succession. Aysla appeared from every possible direction on the battle battlefield, teaming with her brother to lock the Hero’s movements.

They attacked furiously but his defence was strong — years of training honed into his technique — and they could not shatter it. Mylos leapt forward, swinging his blade with all his might as Aysla leapt over his shoulder — vanishing into thin air.

The Hero parried Mylos’ attack, spinning around to block Aysla’s lunging strike. He kicked Aysla away, dashing back and dodging the demons that rushed forward to jump him. He observed his area, calmly blocking strikes from all of the demons.

Even as he did this, he did not break a sweat.

Mylos frowned. He had gotten a chance to use his chaos energy in the battle. Its use was limited and to use it he needed to be stationary. Otherwise, its control could be quite — chaotic. He jumped away, deflecting stabbing spears from the relentless Hero.

Just as they were all absorbed in the heat of battle, a loud cry shattered their immersion,

“Dimensional Flicker Steps — Dome!”

The Hero frowned as Aysla vanished into thin air. He looked around himself calmly then his eyes narrowed as a blade was hurled in his direction. He heard footsteps from his right but as he turned, all he saw were the swaying leaves.

A foot slammed into the back of his head and he reached out his hand to grab it but another foot slammed into the side of his abdomen. He staggered to the side, looking around himself with his eyes bloodshot. Another foot kicked into his back and he staggered forward.

“What — Trickery!” he looked around himself but the enemy moved too fast for him to see. They kicked him around like a ragged doll, toying with him as he struggled to locate them. No matter how hard he tried, the Hero could not find them.

Mylos watched from a distance. He knew what was going on here and understood what was best to do. He entered a stance, preparing to deliver the finishing move if presented the opportunity.

The Hero seemed so engrossed in battle and he closed his eyes, bowing his head and opened his mouth — to scream? — and uttered a sentence under his breath as Mylos dashed forward to finish it off, but his expression twisted at the last second.

“Divine Imprisonment!” the Hero lifted his head with a broad smirk on his face as Mylos froze in his face, the demon’s blade just inches away from piercing his head. Eight golden pillars fell from the heavens to the ground, circling around the trio as they exploded in a fierce golden glow.

Mylos tried to move but he was frozen. Aysla’s position was also revealed!

“Fuck!” he cursed in his heart as the Hero’s fist smashed into his face, the force was heavier than all of the last impacts, like that of a thousand deranged trains. Mylos was blown into a daze, feeling a lightweight sensation as he flew across the air until he came to his crashing halt.

The Hero grabbed the frozen Aysla by the head then lowered his maddened his gaze to the earth. Before he could initiate the thoughts he had, Alissa leapt out of the crowd and grabbed his leg, lifting him into the air and throwing him out of the pillar encirclement.

Mylos noticed this as he staggered to his feet. He was loosing his hold over the demons slowly as he reverted back to his locked form. He dashed ahead and chased the flying Hero with a vicious light in his eyes, swinging his blade with him.

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“You aberrations of Hell!” the Hero shouted loudly as Aysla regained control over her body. She bit into his neck, tearing off a huge chunk of flesh as she twisted her leg right off to escape his grasp.

She rolled across the ground as her wound healed and Mylos dashed over her body to slice off the Hero’s head. The Hero transformed into a blur as he staggered forward to meet Mylos’s onward charge, stabbing forward with his spear to impale Mylos.

Mylos dodged but the Hero rotated the spear and switched the direction and Mylos was forced to block it with his blade. The Hero kicked viciously with his leg, slamming hard into the side of the demon’s head and sending him stumbling to the side.

“You think you can destroy the church?” the Hero glared at Mylos, “The Church is more than the one building that sits at the centre of this centre.” He staggered forward, netting Mylos in a furious wave of stabbing attacks, “It’s a community of faith — a pact of endless reverence to the light!”

Mylos parried the spears one by one, sending sparks flying, “My father told me that I was weak and pathetic. I agreed because that it the truth. Only the weak and pathetic would believe that some cult gets to decide who will get to live or die.”

He swung hard with his blade, “The weak do not get stronger by living as weaklings. Acting on your weakness is how you can improve them. I am not only going to tear down the building — No, dear Hero. I’ll rid the world from that belief, even if it means that I will have to hunt every believer.”

“Madness! What did I expect from a demon anyway?” the Hero charged forward to deliver the trump card he had hiding in his sleeves. Mylos grinned as a gust of chaos energy exploded from his blade as it swung it at the hero.

The Hero’s blade stabbed into his neck and his blade slammed into the side of their armour. The blade exploded with further chaotic energies, severing both armour, flesh and bone. In a blink, the hero was severed into two separate halves, spilling blood all over the place.

“What a moron. If it was just the church demons wanted to destroy, did the humans think the building would stand to this day?” Mylos sheathed his blade, leaving the blood on the edge. He was calm watching the Hero collapse with the stunned expression burned into his face — forever.

Once the building falls, the belief must be eradicated from this world. Every single believer in this world must be terminated or the belief would remain immortal and resurface at a later date. All it would take was faith as small as a speck of dust and the church would revive.

Even after terminating the belief — Mylos looked up to the heavens, dark clouds had gathered above him — he would need to slaughter their gods. That would eliminate the belief not only from this world but every other world that existed.

“That was so stupid…” Aysla limped to his side, relaxing her arm on his shoulder as his demonic form slowly reverted. Unlike him, she showed no signs of reverting. She turned to Alissa who rolled on the ground in pains, “Man, her fighting is terrible.”

“She is not trained, what did you expect?” he turned to the other demons, “at least she did more good than these wastes. She was very useful and I regret not paying much attention to her.”

“Do you actually?” Aysla turned to stare at the side of Mylos’ face.

“No.” Mylos replied honestly.

Lisa staggered towards the duo, she had her gaze lowered. Mylos guessed she was in thought or ashamed that she was the one who managed to vanish at the climax of battle. She was not the most loyal so it was understandable. He narrowed his gaze.

A useless pawn should be a dead pawn.

“This was me signing a letter to the church and now they are going to take me more seriously. I believe that at this stage, we will be wiped out…” Mylos thought to himself, turning to Aysla with a calm expression on his face, “What would humans do when faced with this situation?”

“Hide until the dust settled?” Lisa proposed, butting in before Aysla could speak. The siblings turned to Lisa simultaneously, staring at her as if she had said some sort of abomination, “What?”

Aysla rolled her eyes as Mylos ordered the demons to gather the dead paladins. She turned to a confused Lisa, “We are going to storm one of the smaller churches tomorrow. Hiding now would be suicide. You’ll get the idea as we advance.”

Mylos helped Alissa to her feet, petting her to help her calm down from the pain. He was glad he did not get to taste those flames, they were a demon’s bane. He sat Alissa down on a fallen tree trunk then stood to his feet and held his chin,

“We should leave here quickly. Once the church notices their Hero is dead, then they would send a whole battalion of dogs here. Their hounds would track us down anywhere in the city.”

He sighed,

“All that is left for us to do is attack the church non-stop, until it is crippled or until we are dead.”

With this chaotic necromancy and his immortality? That was a fat dream for the church.