Bab 296: The Colosseum's Strongest Form!

Olikar stood in his ultimate form, towering over the ruins of the Colosseum Tower, his colossal sword humming with chaotic energy.

The transformation had made him unstoppable.

His once red skin now glowed a deep, sinister crimson, veins of dark energy pulsing beneath the surface like the lifeblood of a god.

His eyes burned with fury, and his confidence was palpable.

"You think you can stand before me, human?" Olikar's voice was a deep, "I'll show you the true power of a god."

"Damn, so many of these apostles consider themselves as gods, it's insane," Stark laughed, "Yet… all of them die in the end."

Before Stark could even react, Olikar moved.

His speed was blinding, far faster than any awakener at even level 500 could hope to match.

The apostle closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his blade raised high, shimmering with a deadly aura.

"Die."