Kapitel 1451: FOR THE HORDE! [PART 1]

On the other side of the battlefield, several minutes before William summoned Tiamat…

Ahriman's body smashed against one of the Giants that were fighting on the frontlines of the battle, pushing it back alongside the Giants that were right behind him.

"I-Impossible!" Ahriman said through gritted teeth as he slowly propped himself up from the pile of bodies under him.

His gaze locked on the old man who was mounted on top of an eight-legged horse who was looking down at him as if he was a piece of sh*t.

The moment William charged towards Surtr, Ahriman tried to follow, but was blocked by the old man whom he'd belittled.

However, after being trashed around one-sidedly, the former God of Chaos and Darkness couldn't understand how James was doing it.

"How?!" Ahriman asked. "You lost your Divinity when you died. How can you be so strong?!"