Riski launched a fireball at the preacher, while Mark took aim and fired his gun. Bah and bang sound echos, covering the sound of kick and stomp.
The preacher, finally reacting to the new threats, raised his hands and conjured a shield of light.
The shield glowed brightly as it deflected the fireball and bullet, sending them flying back towards Mark and Riski. Both of them dodged out of the way just in time, avoiding the reflected attacks.
However, Mark's dodge proved to be a momentary mistake. As he leapt to the side, a massive hammer of light materialized in the exact spot where he had dodged. The hammer came crashing down, smashing Mark back in the direction he had come from.
Mark's reaction speed, which had served him so well until now, failed him in that critical moment. He stumbled backward, struggling to regain his footing.
As Mark stood up, he found himself face to face with the buff guy, who had already positioned himself to push Mark out of the room. The buff guy's massive frame and strength proved too much for Mark, and he pushed mark, forced him backward. They both leave the room.
Meanwhile, Riski had already conjured another fireball and launched it at the preacher. The preacher, anticipating the attack, raised his hands once more, ready to defend himself against the incoming flames.
Just before the preacher could reflect the fireball, it exploded, unleashing a wave of flames that Riski manipulated with precision. The fire seemed to come alive, twisting and turning to engulf the preacher. The preacher's eyes widened as he realized he couldn't defend against the unpredictable flames.
Outside, Mark struggled to free himself from the buff guy's lock, but his physique was no match for the buff guy's brute strength. The buff guy's grip tightened, and Mark felt a searing pain as his right hand was broken.
However, this momentary distraction gave Mark the opportunity to use his left hand to grab a gun from his leg pocket. With a swift motion, he aimed the gun at the buff guy's head and pulled the trigger. The buff guy's brain juice splattered everywhere as he stumbled backward.
Mark then drop the buff guy body to the side. Thinking he already won the battle. He reloaded the gun. He hear explosion from inside the room but he didn't immediately comeback to help Riski. He will only become burdens.
Mark, with his broken hand, rested against the wall, panting heavily. He didn't notice that the buff guy's head had begun to regenerate, and by the time he realized it, the buff guy was already dashing towards him once more.
Mark's reaction speed kicked in, and he kicked the buff guy with all his might. To his surprise, the buff guy didn't even flinch, continuing his charge unabated. However, the kick had given Mark the chance to propel himself sidward, and with his one good hand, he rapidly fired his gun, changing it quickly to keep up a steady stream of bullets while keeping distance. He knows one the buff guy reach him, he died.
The buff guy charged towards Mark, undeterred by the hail of bullets. Mark's guns blazed as he fired shot after shot, but the buff guy's regenerative abilities allowed him to shrug off even the most grievous wounds.
Mark's breathing grew ragged as he struggled to keep up the pace of his gunfire. His broken hand throbbed with pain, but he gritted his teeth and focused on the task at hand.
The buff guy was relentless, driven by a singular focus on crushing Mark. He swatted aside the bullets as if they were annoying insects, his massive fists swinging wildly as he closed in on Mark.
Mark's eyes darted back and forth, searching for an opening. He knew that the buff guy's regenerative abilities made him nearly unkillable, but he also knew that there had to be a weak point somewhere.
And then, in a flash of insight, he find that the buff guy always protecting his chest. Aim for the heart. That's the only way to take down the tough ones. Mark thought.
With renewed determination, Mark adjusted his aim, focusing on the buff guy's chest. He fired shot after shot, each bullet striking true, but the buff guy refused to fall.
It wasn't until Mark's three final bullet, fired with a silent prayer, that the buff guy's momentum finally faltered. The bullet struck the buff guy's heart with precision, and for a moment, his regenerative abilities were overwhelmed.
The buff guy's eyes widened, and he stumbled backward, his massive frame crashing to the ground. Mark stood panting, his gun still clutched in his hand, as he watched the buff guy's body go still.
It was a slim victory, but it was a victory nonetheless.
Mark's body finally gave out, exhausted from the intense battle and the constant need to move at incredible speeds. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, and waited for Riski to finish off the preacher.
As he caught his breath, Mark's eyelids began to droop, weighed down by the crushing fatigue. He tried to stay awake, but his body had other plans.
Before he knew it, Mark's head nodded forward, and he fell into a deep sleep, his gun still clutched in his hand. The sound of Riski's battle with the preacher grew fainter, and Mark's world went dark.
The outcome of the battle was now entirely in Riski's hands. Would he emerge victorious, or would the preacher prove too powerful to defeat? Mark's sleep was filled with the uncertainty of the battle's outcome.
Few moments ago, the flames that had engulfed the preacher seemed to have no effect on him, as he conjured a thin armor of light around his body. The armor glowed with a soft, ethereal radiance, protecting the preacher from the intense heat.
Riski and the preacher began to exchange blows, their movements fluid as they clashed in a spectacular display of light and fire. The preacher summoned blasts of holy energy, unleashing waves of light that threatened to incinerate Riski.
Riski, however, was no pushover. With a flick of his short staff, he conjured bursts of flame that danced across the preacher's armor, searching for weaknesses. The preacher retaliated with blunt, hammer-like blows of light that Riski barely managed to dodge.
The battle raged on, with neither side giving an inch. Explosions of fire and light rocked the room, sending debris flying in all directions. Riski's flames and explosives clashed with the preacher's light and blunt attacks from thing he conjured with miracles, creating a maelstrom of chaos that seemed to have no end.
Despite the intensity of the battle, neither Riski nor the preacher seemed to gain the upper hand. They were evenly matched, their powers and abilities canceling each other out in a spectacular display of magical prowess. The outcome of the battle remained uncertain, as the two combatants continued to exchange blows in a struggle that seemed to have no clear winner.
"System, Use Abilities Enhancer Voucher." Riski say's. Finally using his trump card. Something that he kept secret. He didn't mind preacher know because he wouldn't understand and soon he died anyway.
Without Riski knowledge, Syal that still aware his surrounding, know about it. He also didn't understand, but he soon realize what the meaning of it.
Without warning, Riski's power surged, doubling in intensity. His magical abilities, which had already been impressive, became utterly devastating. The preacher, who had been holding his own against Riski's attacks, was suddenly and completely outclassed.
Riski's explosions, which had previously been powerful, now became truly cataclysmic. The preacher's shield of light, which had been able to withstand Riski's earlier attacks, was now utterly unable to cope with the increased power.
Riski, sensing his newfound advantage, pressed his attack. He summoned a massive fireball, one that was twice the size of any he had previously conjured.
"BAHH!"
The fireball hurtled towards the preacher, who raised his shield in a desperate bid to defend himself.
But it was no use. The fireball exploded with twice its previous power, unleashing a blast of flame that was simply too intense for the preacher's shield to handle. The shield shattered, and the preacher stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and fear.
Riski's attack had left the preacher reeling, and it seemed clear that the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt. The preacher's chances of victory had been reduced to almost zero, and Riski stood poised to deliver the final blow.
Riski, sensing victory within his grasp, conjured one final fireball.
"Bah" softly but strong sounds echoes.
This fireball was not massive, only about quarter the size of his normal fireballs, but it was imbued with a fierce intensity of fire. The flames that danced across its surface were many fold as hot and twice as fast as any Riski had summoned before, with temperatures reaching as high as 3,000 degrees Celsius and speed that faster than bullet.
The fireball's surface was a mesmerizing display of orange, yellow, and white flames, each one writhing and twisting like a living serpent. As it shot forward, the fireball left behind a trail of superheated air that shimmered and distorted, like the surface of a desert highway on a hottest summer's day.
The fireball itself was a marvel of supernatural engineering, with a core of intense, blue-white flame that seemed to burn with an inner light. This core was surrounded by a layer of intense heat, which in turn was wrapped in a vortex of swirling flames that seemed to propel the fireball forward like a rocket.
The preacher buffing himself with his emotion core, somehow reach reaction speed to respond the attack. He conjured five layers of shield of light to stopped the fireball.
Unfortunately, the fireball is too strong. Tore up the shield of light like a paper. One by one got pierced, the fireball doesn't even lose speed while destroying that five layers shield.
As the fireball tore through the preacher's shield, it released a blast of heat and energy that was so intense, it created a shockwave that knocked Riski off balance. The preacher's shield, which had been able to withstand even the most intense attacks, was utterly annihilated, its fragments dispersing like dust in the wind.
And then, the fireball struck the preacher's body, consuming him in a fierce, unyielding inferno. The preacher's eyes widened in shock and agony as the flames reduced his body to nothing more than a smoldering, charred husk form inside out. Terrible way to get cooked.
The fireball didn't even exploded on contact and keep flying after passing through preacher body. The fireball hit the wall behind the preacher exploded, making big hole on it.
Riski stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle, he probably cooks few regular people with those attack. Collateral damage is inevitably on high intensity battle. Gladly his other companion seems to not dead yet.
Vincent close with preacher position, got burned a little, his regeneration already kick in. Syal, his artifact is is melting but the liquid metal still squirming, fixing itself. Jacob is okay, he far from collateral damage area.
Despite the victory, Riski couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease.
Suddenly, a faint whisper echoed from the preacher's lifeless body. "I... have... not... failed," the voice rasped, each word barely audible. "My... Lord... will... be... pleased. Rewrite!"
Riski's eyes widened in shock as he realized that the preacher had somehow managed to use his trump card – an ability to rewrite certain effects, no matter how improbable. But the price of this ability was dear: the preacher's entire energy reserve was consumed.
Yet, even in death, the preacher's body seemed to twitch and convulse, as if driven by a malevolent force. And then, in a shocking turn of events, the preacher's body began to summon the Wheel of Advancement – a supreme artifact of humanity.
The Wheel materialized inside the preacher's mind, its glowing runes pulsating with an otherworldly energy, the slice's on wheel showing three slice with questions mark on it. Riski knew he had to act fast – he shot a fireball at the preacher, hoping to disrupt its spinning. But it was too late.
The preacher's body began to mutate, the preacher's transformation was nothing short of terrifying. His body grew and contorted, twisting into grotesque shapes that seemed to defy the laws of nature. His skin turned a sickly shade of green, and his eyes glowed with an eerie, malevolent light.
As the transformation completed, the preacher stood before Riski as a monstrous creature, towering at an astonishing 4 meters high. His body was a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils, each one tipped with razor-sharp claws that seemed to be dripping with a noxious, acidic venom.
His shoulder are very broad spand two meters wide from left to right. His body kinda like triangle shape, broad shoulders that slim down gradually until his stomach. His leg just grow Little bigger. Make the monster have big body yet small leg.
The creature's face was a twisted parody of its former self, with eyes that glowed like embers from the depths of hell. Its mouth was a gaping maw filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, each one stained with the remnants of its own flesh.
The air around the creature seemed to distort and ripple, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate its monstrous form. Riski could feel the weight of its gaze upon him, a crushing pressure that seemed to be squeezing the air from his lungs.
The creature's very presence seemed to be a blasphemy, a affront to the natural order of things.
Fortunately only his neuron core that still uses. His emotion core and mysterious core can't be used without lucidity. But a triple core fated that turn to monster only mean one thing. The monster are Fortuned. Normally people only have three core, syal is abomination with six core he have. Fortuned monster is way more stronger than fated monster.
"Great this boss even have phase two. System use energy replishment voucher!"
Riski already use all his energy with the last Firebal, forced him to use another trump card. Riski knew that he had to stop it, no matter the cost. He steeled himself for the battle ahead, knowing that it would be a fight to the death.