Enoch Razvolnic 7

“Why are you here…!”

Satan muttered in utter disbelief.

‘I definitely confirmed his location through Oz’s surveillance sorceries?’

The Demon Lord’s armies had kept the Lion King and Saint King under close observation as their foremost threats overall.

Though the Lion King’s seclusion had evaded detection initially, the Saint King’s movements remained trackable continuously.

Until just moments ago, the Saint King remained within Labyrinthos’ environs overall.

Yet the Demon Lord’s forces weren’t the only ones utterly stunned by these unfolding revelations:

“Hmm!?”

The Lion King grunted audibly with widened eyes. His strategists reacted similarly slack-jawed:

“Wha-, Are we somehow mistaken…?”

“The Saint King himself has truly graced us with his presence…?!”

“He definitely manifested alongside radiant luminescence descending from the heavens just now…”

As his generals reacted with amazement, the Lion King summoned one of his retainer mages urgently:

“You there.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Prepare long-range eavesdropping spells at once…”

The mage nodded acknowledging those royal directives while forming handsigns accordingly.

Doyun channeled mana stimulating regenerative properties across his wounds while inquiring further:

“Have your tutelages proven sufficient overall?”

“No amount of studying Hegius’ martial paths could ever prove adequate by itself. Yet the time you granted allowed achieving reasonable proficiencies at least.”

The Saint King responded confidently yet maintaining utmost humility and respect overall.

His reasons refusing joining this campaign stemmed from potential concerns – what if the Demon Lord’s main armies simply changed trajectories towards Labyrinthos instead?

Thus Doyun proposed an ingenious contingency plan altogether:

The Saint King murmured appreciatively while observing those prismatic heavens:

“Conditional transcontinental teleportation… Truly an enviable talent you’ve discovered.”

Unearthing such precious gemstones – undoubtedly representing Enoch’s supreme legacies nurturing countless geniuses within the original Brotherhood itself.

Before departing for Muspelheim, Doyun supplemented the Saint King’s incomplete Hegius studies comprehensively.

As the Alliance’s undisputed paramount martial artist currently, the Saint King had studied Hegius disciplines extensively despite lingering knowledge gaps overall.

Covering those missing essentials within a single day sufficed under such pressing circumstances at least.

That single requisite prerequisite involved joining this decisive military campaign directly:

Once the Demon Lord’s armies reached Muspelheim, Labyrinthos’ safety became guaranteed beyond any doubts whatsoever.

Thus Sophie’s innate transcontinental teleportation abilities enabled transporting the Saint King directly towards those prismatic aureoles’ coordinates instantly.

After completing those tutelages, Doyun departed for Muspelheim while the Saint King remained meditating over these past three days – further consolidating those esoteric insights altogether.

“Hmm…”

The Saint King surveyed that ongoing battlefield panorama briefly:

The Demon Lord’s forces concentrated every iota of malicious killing intent solely against Enoch himself. Yet Alliance warriors had formed defensive perimeters protecting Enoch resolutely as well.

He quickly ascertained the strategic situation without any major difficulties whatsoever:

“You did not conceal your true nature after all?”

“Well… Circumstances unfolded rather unexpectedly.”

Satan alongside remaining Vanguard Commanders flinched upon overhearing that exchange involuntarily:

“…True nature?”

Visceral disquiet simmered within Satan’s very being – his metaphysical heart pounding audibly altogether.

With every additional fragment unveiled, deeper subconscious dreads seared over a century ago steadily resurfaced bit by bit.

The closer those creeping suspicions converged towards absolute certainties overall, the more pronounced those disturbances intensified exponentially.

‘…No. Impossible!’

Simply manifesting such outrageous notions defied every conceivable plausibility whatsoever – or perhaps more accurately, nobody wished acknowledging such nightmarish potentialities under any circumstances imaginable.

Yet their very existential essences paradoxically reacted instinctively – desperately lashing out eradicating those intolerable uncertainties assailing from within altogether:

“What are you all gawking around for?! Our primary target remains unchanged!”

Following Satan’s emotion-laden roars, those imp legions momentarily froze before reassuming hostile stances once more.

“Regardless of any casualties sustained! That man must die by any means necessary-!!”

The imps resumed stalking forwards menacingly without any hesitation whatsoever.

The Saint King positioned himself shielding Doyun from those malevolent auras directly, his combative ardor intensifying steadily:

“As long as I draw breath…”

His entire musculature visibly pulsated tautening audibly – Kkwadduruhukt:

“None shall lay a single finger upon the Supreme One’s sacrosanct existence-!!”

Kwaaaaahhhnnggg-!

His lion’s roar reverberated outwards, obsidian battle auras swirling violently across his vicinity altogether.

That solitary man Hegius who embraced entire lifetimes watching over Enoch like some lone wolf guardian:

Over a century later, his successor defended Enoch’s sanctity against the Demon Lord’s forces through sheer physical might unhesitatingly.

[Hegius’ Style Martial Arts]

That singular paramount 9th-tier martial art upgraded into S-Rank disciplines throughout the entire continent – now unleashed decisively against the demonic forces converging rapidly:

[Supreme Fist]

Kwaaaaahhhhh—aaaaannnggggg-!!!

Widespread hardened magma surfaces completely disintegrated outwards while upheaving magma seas sideways simultaneously –

Any imps caught within that blast radius utterly evanesced without leaving any traces whatsoever behind.

Even those obsidian hordes charging forth recklessly froze momentarily seized by sheer dismayed trepidation overall.

The bisected magma waves slowly resettled accompanied by reverberating Kugugungg- rumbles steadily.

Such represented the culminating powers achieved by one inheriting Hegius’ supreme disciplines across three unbroken generational successions altogether.

Satan rapidly took flight reacting with naked incredulity:

“Insane…!”

Witnessing these revelations firsthand, the Lion King widened his eyes while generals cheered triumphantly:

“Hmm!!”

“Wh-, What did he just do?! One strike pulverized those entire areas?!”

“Has the Saint King gained such sublime strengths…? But how?!”

One general gifted with preternatural senses overheard those distant conversations vaguely before shouting out:

“The Apostle Doyun catalyzed the Saint King’s own breakthroughs! Doyun himself represents the progenitor behind the Saint King’s rapid growths!”

One grand marshal present during those previous strategy meetings grunted with realization dawning:

“So that’s why he departed for Labyrinthos prior to our earlier council sessions…!”

Doyun had already imparted enlightening insights directly towards the Lion King himself previously after all.

So even if he had facilitated the Saint King’s own evolutions, such extraordinariness proved hardly unbelievable whatsoever anymore.

Contributing pivotally towards the Lion King’s own breakthroughs, intercepting Oz’s sorceries, subjugating Vanguard Commanders alongside enabling the newly empowered Saint King joining their ranks –

Every single action undertaken by Doyun steadily reversed those seemingly hopeless battlefield circumstances decisively with each consecutive gambit.

As a direct culminating result, the strategic situation no longer remained disadvantageous towards the Alliance whatsoever altogether.

Utterly overjoyed by these drastically shifting tides of war favoring their prospects once more, one strategist excitedly reported towards the Lion King directly:

“Your Majesty! The Saint King himself has taken the field! The situation has…Uh…”

Yet he trailed off altogether upon glimpsing the Lion King’s stoic visage closely instead – his sovereign remained utterly expressionless with grim solemnity overall.

Having overheard every conversation through those eavesdropping spells, the Lion King scrutinized Doyun intently without uttering any further words whatsoever:

‘The Saint King addressed him using honorific titles.’

Thoughts raced erratically across the Lion King’s consciousness altogether.

Meanwhile on Doyun’s side, an intense standoff ensued following the Saint King’s overwhelming display of prowess against the Demon Lord’s forces.

Their side commanded the Saint King’s empowered might alongside Heineken and Brudhild – with the Saint King’s current combat capacities surpassing Vanguard Commanders within Nergal altogether, while both warriors could realistically impede one commander each simultaneously.

Yet such assessments did not imply any overconfidence arising under any circumstances whatsoever.

For any decisive engagements meant suffering catastrophic casualties across both fronts altogether inevitably.

‘Protecting Enoch remains paramount.’

Facing such overwhelming Vanguard presences represented an unprecedented first for the Saint King himself – thus he refrained from reckless preemptive offensives whatsoever.

Both Alliance warriors alongside Demon hordes exercised equal restraint across those interim stalemates overall.

A prolonged stillness reigned momentarily until:

[Preparations complete.]

Oz’s telepathic announcements shattered that impasse decisively.

“Haaaah!”

Lilith’s swiftly reconstituted bullwhip lashed forth manifesting dazzling chaotic trajectories assailing the Saint King directly.

Unlike Doyun who could decipher those unpredictable paths effortlessly, the Saint King simply observed those incoming strikes without evading whatsoever – judging deflections relatively straightforward overall.

The precise moment that whiplash zeroed upon his cranium, the Saint King raised his bulky forearms intercepting that assault decisively.

Chaahk-!

Lilith’s whip wrapped around the Saint King’s sturdy limbs – yet he simply glared towards her warily anticipating further offensive sequences altogether.

Which promptly elicited Doyun’s own urgent shouted warnings reverberating simultaneously:

“Close your eyes!”

Accompanied by Lilith’s irises blazing with noxious violet miasmas manifesting instantaneously:

[Mental Anguish]

“…!”

Exposed directly towards Lilith’s psychic assaults, the Saint King staggered momentarily disoriented overall.

Thanks to Doyun’s belated warnings, he avoided getting affected too deeply – yet a 0.1 second delay still proved utterly unavoidable under any circumstances imaginable.

And within clashes between Vanguard Commander calibers, 0.1 seconds often proved more than sufficient compromising any decisive openings whatsoever.

Oz’s staff radiated malicious distortions simultaneously:

[Binding Rite – Spatial Isolation]

A translucent geodesic sphere rapidly encapsulated the Saint King’s position completely.

Despite recovering mental focus belatedly, every physical assault the Saint King launched impacted against those spatial barriers harmlessly – each strike appearing to dissipate into oblivion rather than affecting anything whatsoever.

By distorting localized space-time continuums itself, Oz manifested an impregnable cage impervious towards any brute force applications imaginable altogether.

As the Saint King continued assaulting that imprisoning sphere frantically from every possible vector, Satan blazed straight past that very same vicinity simultaneously:

‘If I eliminate him…’

Eliminating that man represented the sole pivotal lynchpin whatsoever – whatever became of the Saint King afterwards mattered negligibly overall!

Satan accelerated rapidly converging upon that solitary target altogether without further delays whatsoever.

Yet someone soon intercepted blocking his path decisively:

“…!”

Satan backpedaled rapidly combined with overhead backwards somersaults narrowly evading razor-sharp spear thrusts erupting from below –

Kshurahku-aaaaaahhhnnggg-!

Despite evading completely, sheer overwhelming wind pressures generated still grazed across his jawline viciously.

Repositioning backwards warily, Satan glared towards the newcomer contemptuously altogether:

“You again…!”

“Greetings. Though we’ve never been properly introduced before now.”

His adversary responded with feral grin crinkling that heavily weathered brutish visage accordingly.

The warrior Heineken having acquired equivalent strengths on par with Satan himself through the [Dragon Tiger Unity] spiritual attainment.

Simultaneously, Lilith’s stealthy attempts assailing Doyun got deflected by someone else as well –

Kaaaaahhhnnggg-!

“…Tch.”

Lilith gritted her teeth audibly in sheer frustration altogether.

Someone had read her whiplash trajectories down to the most minute details deflecting them without any issues whatsoever –

Something even the Saint King himself could not manage accomplishing under any conceivable circumstances imaginable:

“Not a single strand shall remain untouched by my blades.”

The warrior Brudhild having elevated herself up towards equivalent Vanguard Commander standards manifesting the Buske Style’s quintessential Realms deflecting Lilith’s strikes decisively.

Down below terrestrial levels, the dragonrider Lei struggled desperately fending off those relentless imp hordes simultaneously:

“I… I can’t keep this up alone much longer…! Kyah, Kyaaaaahhhh-!!”

Whenever he spewed concentrated pyric breaths, even imps instinctively recoiled backwards before promptly getting decapitated during those interim vulnerabilities altogether.

As Oz prepared incantations attempting ambushing Doyun from behind, shimmering infernos converged upon his position suddenly:

“Oho-!”

The bone wizard hastily transmuted his spellcastings manifesting frigid ice spheres intercepting those conflagrations directly – unleashing torrential steam explosions midair simultaneously.

Kwaaaaahhhh—aaannngggg-!!!

Oz glanced towards the source of those offensive pyromancies warily:

“Hmm!”

Having recovered some stamina, the Lion King watched him vigilantly with arms folded resolutely.

These represented individuals reborn into this world through Enoch’s own benedictions altogether.

And right now, they battled against the Demon Lord’s forces in utmost reverence – upholding Enoch’s sanctified legacies decisively without fail.

“These… Damnable curs…!”

Satan’s irises smoldered pitch-black while demonic flesh spread across his entire upper torso beyond just forearms altogether – consumed by unrestrained wrath fueling his full demonic transformation sequences steadily.

Heineken smirked audibly while brandishing that spear menacingly against the devil itself without any hesitation whatsoever.

This fate-defining Muspelheim campaign destined entering historical epics forevermore:

“Perishhhhh-!!”

“Defendddddd-!!”

The climactic final act had begun in earnest without any further preambles whatsoever.