Translated by A Passing Wanderer
Edited by RED
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The holy undead, the monks, orcs and Duran's clones began a messy melee.
Divinity and demonic energy spread throughout the area. Blood splattered everywhere, along with chaos and destruction.
The Aslan royal audience chamber had long lost its former splendour by this point.
Thud, thud-!
Duran, now looking like a real devil, stomping down hard with his hooved feet. His feet, moving one step at a time, broke into a crazed dance before long.
I enhanced every single one of my physical abilities with divinity, and even activated both my Divine Aura and the Aztal Rune. Next up, I fused both Amon's Staff and the Grimoire with the bone frame supporting the cannon.
Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, with the exception of Duran and I. We moved at much faster speed, as if we existed in a different time flow.