Chapter 984: Splitting The Sea

"Kill!"

The abyssal army, numbering in millions charged forward.

For Evander who's now fighting far away, it looked like a light gray sea was about to flood the blue planet and destroy it.

Facing this flood of an ocean was a small red group—the human army. If the comparisons were to be made, they're like a river against an ocean—impossible to win.

Between this gray ocean and red river were three dots that were going to face the brunt of this massive flood.

The citizens of Neptune held their breaths as they watched the abyssal army flood at Varian.

As the gray ocean was about to drown the tiny dot, something unexpected happened.

The ocean split!

The citizens gasped in shock as the screens showed a scene that could only be called as ridiculous.

Varian stood in place firmly and the ocean of abyssals rushed toward him at high speed.

But when they reached him, the ones in front of him were sliced apart. Their limbs flew up and the green blood of abyssals sprayed out like they were a water fountain.

The citizens watching the live battle on the screen gasped as they saw the unending gore.

Varian stood in place like a butcher. Thousands upon thousands of abyssals that reached him were sliced into pieces and their remains sprayed the space green.

For Ares and Evander, it looked like the gray ocean was being cut by a green sword.

"What the...hell is happening?" Thunder King retreated back and roared at his Archduke through his communication ring. "Don't waste the soldiers' lives! Kill him yourself!"

The Archduke's voice came a few seconds later. It was a significantly weakened, hurried, and panting voice. "L-Lord, S-She....arghh!"

Thunder King turned on the video function and almost flinched when he saw the pair of tricolor eyes on the screen.

Enigma, no, it was a younger girl, staring at the Archduke with fierce killing intent. Her sword gave off a black aura as it reached him like a python.

The archduke hurriedly used up a lightning net to block the sword. But he couldn't block an arrow of light that grazed his neck and pierced his shoulder.

A beautiful blonde in a white army dress and a very cold gaze stared at the archduke.

Then, all of a sudden, their gazes turned to the communication ring on the archduke's finger.

The tricolor-eyed woman snorted derisively and the ring exploded, turning the screen in front of Thunder King blank.

"T-These bitches!" He gnashed his teeth as his hatred toward Varian grew even further. They arrived with that boy and wrecked havoc! How dare they?

"Archduke Samaron! Archduke Yasok! Pull back our soldiers! Kill that bastard yourself!" He yelled into his communication ring once again as Ares chased him with lightning bullets.

There was a silence from the other side for a few seconds before despairing howls, and sounds of bodies being sliced, torn, burnt, and exploded rang.

"L-Lord..." The second strongest Archduke of Thunder Abyss, Samaron's voice was trembling.

"We...are..." The third strongest, Yasok wasn't any better.

"Fighting me!" Varian's mocking voice sounded. "Thunder King, do you like the music of these screams? I hope you do because they aren't going to end anytime soon."

The archdukes stopped talking and only the screams and howls of the dying soldiers sounded.

"Arghhh!"

"L-Lord!"

"It...It hu...rts!"

"Basta...arghh!"

"Ki...stooop!"

Thunder King's face paled as he shook violently. He wasn't too concerned about the screams. Varian was strong enough to kill soldiers.

But the archdukes...

"Try harder!" Varian grinned as he held the spear of Archduke Samaron in one hand and the sword of Archduke Yasok in another.

Their faces turned purple and their palms bled a river as they tried to push down their weapons.

But Varian easily handled two peak level 9s and created a special field of space and time around him that killed any soldier that approached him.

The Archdukes gave up breaking through his defense and fell back. "Fall back! Regroup!"

The abyssal army whose morale reached sky high scrambled back like a bereaved dog. All the morale went down the gutter and a sense of defeat rose in their hearts.

The abyssal army fell back as if they were running away from Varian and regrouped a few miles away hastily.

Unlike the previous time, no one wanted to be in the first row facing Varian. In the end, even several disputes broke out and the weakest members were pushed to the front.

Varian stood calmly without making a move even while they rearranged their formation several times, hoping to find the right one to take him on.

In front of the army were nearly fifty level 9s, including the two archdukes.

"You go attack Neptune and crush the human army. We will take care of him." Archduke Samaron ordered.

The abyssal army rushed to Neptune at their fastest speed in fear the order would be withdrawn.

In their minds, even though Varian was a devil, more devilish than a Zion, he was still one person.

They rationalized their loss because he somehow became a level 9 and a level 9 so strong that he could fight both the archdukes by himself!

'But even he can't win against fifty level 9s!'

There's a limit to what an individual can do. That's why armies even existed. Sure, Varian slaughtered millions. But their levels were much lower than his.

The abyssal army told downplayed Varian's victories and gained some morale. Of course, their hearts didn't accept the explanation. But they're only going to face the much smaller human army. So, it's going to be fine!

"Varian, I will slice each and every inch of you and make you an example for our enemies." Archduke Samaron waved his hand and the fifty level 9s, led by the two dukes shot forward.

"While we kill you in the most painful way, our army will slaughter your weakling race in Neptune!" Archduke Yosak raised his sword and laughed menacingly.

The fifty level 9s moved ahead of the army that was about to reach Varian and drowned him in their lightning attacks.

The space around Varian burst with a blinding golden light and a terrifying shockwave spread from the explosion.

The abyssal army sighed in relief as they reached Varian and were about to pass him by.

But before they could take a step forward and cross that 'line', the golden light vanished and a horrifying red light, almost like a mist spread out from...that position.

This red light dyed Neptune's moons and the space of the surrounding five hundred miles red as if it was a sea of blood.

The first row of the abyssal army that was about to pass by Varian collapsed on the spot as they felt a terrifying pressure press down on them.

It's as if their lungs were squeezed out of the air and their throats were choked by invisible hands. But worse than that, the eyes of all the abyssal soldiers that came into the bloody mist shivered as their minds were filled with a terrifying fear whilst their bodies trembled, obeying their most primitive instinct of recognizing an apex predator.

The fifty level 9s surrounding Varian also looked at him in shock as the bloody red mist oozed out of him and stopped the entire army in place.

The reason they were surprised was that this wasn't a treasure.

It's a thick, heavy, and tyrannical killing intent.