Enoch Razvolnic 8

Satan’s obsidian talons collided violently against Heineken’s spear:

Kaaaaaahhhh—aaannnggg-!!!

Pressing against each other’s weapons ferociously at point-blank range, the pair glared menacingly without restraint whatsoever.

“Haaaahp!”

Heineken roared raucously while swinging that spear deflecting Satan’s swiping claws decisively. Suddenly his corporeal form appeared blurring into triple images – or rather, not literal clones but refractive afterimages resulting from his 9th-tier Agility Statistics manifesting full virtuosic Realms altogether.

Those triplicated Heineken phantoms thrust concurrently – each seemingly vibrating spearhead bifurcated further into triple sub-projections individually.

Nine razor-sharp spearpoints total simultaneously – each empowered by Revolving Heaven’s cyclonic wind energies altogether.

For that split second, Heineken’s velocities surpassed the entire continental apex without any equals remaining whatsoever.

Yet his adversary Satan represented a demonic sovereign surviving over countless aeon-spanning eras – his combat experiences rivaling even Enoch’s own accumulated proficiencies altogether.

Within those infinitesimally partitioned timeframes as those nine White Tiger spearpoints converged inwards lethally –

Satan’s twin irises fragmented bizarrely into four alongside five individual eyeballs darting erratically across every vector simultaneously.

Those uncannily autonomous eyeballs scanned completely separate trajectories altogether – each pinpointed line of sight tracking individual spearpoint trajectories with meticulous precision unerringly.

Satan extended both massive demonic appendages outwards without pause. Abruptly obsidian bark-like extrusions erupted across their surfaces – manifesting gnarled branch-like protrusions instantaneously.

Those densely interwoven woody spines bisected every single one of Heineken’s previously insurmountable spear thrusts decisively:

Chaechae—chaechae—chaaahng-

Heineken pulled those spear shafts backwards attempting withdrawals:

Kkwahk-

‘Stuck fast.’

Realizing further offensive futilities altogether, Heineken unhesitatingly discarded both spears completely before retreating backwards gaining interim separation overall.

His empty palms soon gripped dual short-spears retrieved from back-mounted sheathes instead.

Those twin spearshafts blurred into invisibly rapid rotations flashing outwards indiscriminately –

Yet despite overwhelming velocity differentials favoring Heineken decisively, Satan nonchalantly evaded, deflected and redirected every single assault without pause whatsoever.

Both entities exchanged harrowing supersonic barrages accompanied by ferocious howling bellows simultaneously:

Khuhuhuhuhuhng-!!

Kyaaaaahhhh—aaakkk-!!

Fabled Dragon Tiger Unity exchanges – neither side yielding any quarter amidst that relentless tempest whatsoever.

Meanwhile confronting Brudhild, Lilith suffered considerably greater difficulties overall:

“Ah, damn…!”

Brudhild calmly read every incoming whiplash trajectory manifesting tangible Realms deflecting them decisively. Moreover Lilith’s psychic assaults remained largely ineffectual whatsoever too.

Over a century’s worth of battlefield experiences alongside Vanguard Commander combat proficiencies overall – and most importantly, Buske’s quintessential Clarity of Still Water techniques nullified any mental attacks altogether.

Outside Doyun representing Lilith’s undisputed worst possible matchup imaginable, Brudhild proved the next most inherently disadvantageous adversary overall after all.

The only factor restraining further decisive offensives involved maintaining close-quarter engagements – nothing more, nothing less altogether.

‘She fights exactly like that skeletal freak even without being actual family…!’

Viscerally reminiscent sensations akin to combating Vuyskr himself beyond Nergal’s protective wards altogether.

Both Lei and Dokkomuyoung fought alongside Alliance soldiers fending off imp hordes at terrestrial levels. Yet their combined strengths proved insufficient repelling tens of thousands overall.

Thus the Lion King divided offensive efforts intercepting Oz’s sorceries while supporting terrestrial engagements simultaneously – only he retained sufficient mana control finesse preventing indiscriminate area saturation inflicting allied casualties after all.

Takutakutakutaku…

Oz noted these tactical countermeasures keenly – realizing deploying unpredictable paradigm shifts decisively:

His staff radiated manifesting distortionary mana signatures which the Lion King initially failed detecting completely –

For premier archmages like himself over millennia old already, minor illusory misdirections remained child’s play whatsoever against merely middle-aged sovereigns overall after all.

[Grand Illusions]

Accompanied by reverberating ethereal chimes, hundreds of perfect Oz avatars manifested across widespread battlefield panoramas simultaneously.

Despite the Lion King scanning vigilantly with widened eyes, his aged mortal perceptions failed discerning the genuine archmage among those indistinguishable duplicates whatsoever – each perfectly synchronizing Oz’s innate mana resonances without any discrepancies arising.

Of course, Oz’s true offensives had only just begun unfolding still:

[Coordinate Displacement]

[Translocation Loci]

[Million Castings]

Soon every single avatar bombarded widespread terrestrial zones unleashing concentrated bombardments without respite whatsoever.

[Million Castings] enabled calculating over a million parallel sorcery incantations simultaneously – while [Translocation Loci] alongside [Coordinate Displacement] altered spatial origination loci convincingly mimicking every single avatar waging arcane supremacies decisively.

An utterly divine technique transcending every single Alliance mage’s wildest imagination whatsoever – quintessential sublimity at its most unrestrained.

Kwahkwahng-!

Puhrrrohhnggg! Bbajijijijihk-

Fwaaruuk-

“Wh-, What madness?!”

“Gruaaaaahhhh!”

Those multifarious bombardments saturated across widespread battlefield zones relentlessly. Though individually diminished overall compared to grand sorceries, even Oz’s divided manifestations still proved more than sufficient disrupting infantry formations altogether – while severely impeding both Brudhild and Heineken’s concentrated Vanguard duels simultaneously.

“Hruhwuhp-!”

Heineken swept cyclonic windstorms deflecting any incoming sorceries assailing his position decisively. Though avoiding any dedicated strategic saturation bombardments, even divided sequences from Vanguard Commanders represented far too many threats dismissing altogether.

The precise moment Heineken showed any vulnerabilities during those defensive efforts, Satan’s irises flashed maliciously instead:

Obsidian epidermal extrusions spreading beyond just his torso and upper limbs manifested across his entire corporeal vessel instantaneously. That corporeal form accelerated violently upwards leaving elongated blurry afterimage trails:

[Soulrush Acceleration]

“Uhk!?”

Having overextended during those defensive sequences repelling any stray sorceries, Heineken failed reacting in time whatsoever –

Satan’s semi-translucent essence simply plowed straight through that warrior’s position decisively.

“Kuhuhhk!”

Heineken immediately doubled over clutching his chest and throat in visible anguish – viciously debilitating curses assailing his existence outright.

His anti-demonic armaments started corroding completely pitch-black deteriorating rapidly – yet having deflected most lethal aspects, he avoided outright demise albeit suffering catastrophic injuries nonetheless.

With humanoid physiology alongside relatively low Fortitude Statistics, Heineken possessed virtually no resistance against such profound metaphysical curses manifesting whatsoever.

Immediately afterwards, Lilith sensed Heineken’s empowerment fading rapidly – irises blazing violet auras unleashing psychic assaults converging upon his disoriented position next.

Having suffered both concentrated demonic hexes alongside mental anguish bombardments back to back altogether, Heineken simply collapsed limply succumbing into unconsciousness outright.

Despite acquiring Dragon Tiger Unity apotheosis, even Heineken proved utterly powerless against those coordinated Vanguard Commander gambits executed flawlessly after all.

Yet rather than finish Heineken off decisively, Satan simply blazed straight towards Doyun’s position without any further delays whatsoever instead. His previously pitch-black demonically transformed physiology soon reverted back into prior cherubic visages shortly – no longer able sustaining such enhanced manifestations outside Nergal indefinitely after all.

‘I must eliminate him immediately!’

Doyun seemed utterly exhausted beyond any further defensive capacities altogether. Before any recuperation or attempts escaping the battlefield, eliminating him represented Satan’s solitary objective throughout this entire military campaign overall!

Realizing those genocidal intentions immediately, Brudhild screamed out in dismay:

“No-ooo!”

She attempted pursuing Satan’s trajectory yet found herself intercepted by Lilith’s whiplashes decisively.

Satan issued directives towards those imp hordes simultaneously. In similar manners towards Lei and Dokkomuyoung, those endless demonic tides swarmed upon them without any restraint whatsoever – prioritizing Doyun’s demise over everything else imaginable.

“Damn, you…!”

“Run milord! Evacuate at once!”

Ignoring Dokkomuyoung’s elderly anguished cries altogether, Satan extended razor-sharp talons converging upon Doyun’s exposed throat directly:

“This time… Victories shall be mine!”

Projecting those century-old grudges upon this Apostle before him, Satan spewed forth unrestrained emotional outbursts altogether without pause:

“Razvolnicccccc-!!!”

Those needle-sharp obsidian claws descended piercing Doyun’s gullet decisively altogether.

Yet contrary to Satan’s prior expectations, Doyun’s sword trajectories remained just as keen without faltering whatsoever still:

[Buske’s Style Swordsmanship – Spear Deflection]

Kaaaaahhhnnngggg-!

Doyun’s blade tip intersected Satan’s talon points directly – neither side overpowering the other decisively just yet remaining deadlocked altogether.

Satan widened his irises warily harboring silent incredulity inwardly:

‘How is this even possible…?!’

In such a utterly exhausted predicament, how could he possibly manifest sufficient movements altogether?!

“Did you somehow forget who I truly am…?”

“…!”

He represented the quintessential apex – the eternal indomitable warrior Enoch Razvolnic himself.

Pain, fatigue, suffering – none could possibly restrain or constrain him under any circumstances whatsoever. Enoch’s indomitable willpower transcended any mere physical shortcomings – enabling him slashing down adversaries right up until the bitter end no matter what.

Furthermore, his culminating Localized Acceleration Control mastered mana expenditure efficiencies alongside concentrated density outputs – drawing maximum effectiveness from even minuscule mana quantities altogether.

Though unable unleashing those grand area-denial techniques requiring tremendous expenditures admittedly, Doyun suffered no defensive shortcomings whatsoever against single opponents regardless.

Satan’s undoing stemmed from dismissing even minuscule lingering uncertainties until the very end – thus failing recognizing Doyun as Enoch incarnate throughout this entire lethal duel altogether.

“Even in utter exhaustion, child – do you truly believe you possess what it takes beheading me so trivially?”

“…!”

Hearing that exact same demeaning terminology Enoch had addressed him with over a century earlier, Satan’s eyeballs nearly bulged outwards involuntarily.

[Razvolnic’s Style Swordsmanship – Point Blank Severing]

Kkaahng!

That sudden offensive burst forced both combatants parting across escalated interim distances momentarily.

Satan deflected Doyun’s assaults familiarly enough without particular difficulties arising –

Yet those exact same instinctual recollections coupled with such demeaning verbal cues triggered severe emotional whiplash – his irises visibly trembling alongside chaotic compounded turmoil churning within altogether now:

Ku-uhng, Ku-uhng

…Guh-uhhhkk…

Those disquieting premonitions alongside increasingly erratic heartbeats accelerated rapidly beyond any restraining whatsoever:

“You… Truly…?”

With rationalities steadily fading behind encroaching disbeliefs altogether, Satan found himself inadvertently uttering those subconscious intimations aloud like some trance-induced revelations:

“Razvolnic… Himself…?”

Doyun remained utterly silent without uttering any verbal responses whatsoever – he simply grinned while adopting rather distinctive opening stances bearing down menacingly once more.

Such combat-ready postures remained viscerally recognizable towards Satan as quintessential Razvolnic foreshadowings altogether.

Those fleeting grins accompanied by razor-sharp stance projections planted undeniable convictions within Satan’s turbulent psyche resonating deeply – overriding all lingering uncertainties assailing him relentlessly until now.

Ku-uhnnggg.

His metaphysical heart pounded violently threatening imminent ruptures whatsoever – every ingrained cellular fiber reawakening dormant yet unconditionally embedded dreads festering over the past century overall.

‘Razvolnic.’

Satan’s existence instinctively reacted towards that singular existence ingrained so traumatically – evoking existential dreads alongside unmitigated rages indiscriminately as ontological impulses altogether.

“Hurhk… Hurhkk…”

Breathing escalated erratically alongside irises smoldering pitch black once more. Obsidian extrusions rapidly overspread across his entire corporeal vessel – malformed spines erupting sporadically across demonic appendage surfaces violently.

Unable restraining those accumulated emotions any longer whatsoever, Satan simply enveloped his distorted visage between those massive talons – audibly Bbuhdduhdduhk shredding apart his own flesh ravenously.

“Kuhgreuuuuhhkk-“

Viscous obsidian ichor flowed freely accompanied by bestial grunts reverberating hauntingly amidst those discordant upheavals altogether.

That adorable cherubic visage disappeared completely without any remaining traces left behind whatsoever.

A utterly repulsive and monstrously deformed psychopathic demon manifested instead – exuding noxious miasmas alongside malefically concentrated hexes and unrestrained emotional negativities collectively altogether.

Nothing except Satan himself as the ultimate personification of utter demonkind supremacy remaining henceforth.

No more lingering uncertainties persisted under any circumstances imaginable.

Nothing else mattered anymore at all moving forward without any exceptions arising.

Before them all stood the mortal personification of the Demon Lord’s apocalyptic calamity incarnate without restraint.

Even if every other Vanguard Commander perished across these very same battlefield campaigns altogether –

“RAZVOLNICCCCCC-!!!”

Satan roared spasmodically before charging headlong – determined eliminating that sole existence by any means whatsoever without fail!