章 41: Maxim vs Satannish
The throne room trembled intensely as Maxim and Satannish's auras clashed fiercely, the tension thick enough to cut through with Osiris itself.
Maxim stood undeterred with Osiris at the ready, gleaming in his hands as his body glowed with divine angelic energy.
"You talk too much for someone who hides behind theatrics," Maxim taunted, his voice calm despite the storm of energy swirling around him. "Let's see if you can back up all that bluster."
Satannish responded with a thunderous laugh that shook the room, his robes billowing as if caught in an otherworldly wind, "Very well, wretch. Let us see if your borrowed power can stand against true dominion."
With a wave of his massive hand, Satannish unleashed a torrent of dark energy that surged toward Maxim like a tidal wave. The sheer force of it caused the ground beneath Maxim's feet to crack and shatter.
"ΔΟΛΟ!" Suddenly, Satannish shouted out, and in flash, he disappeared from his previous position and reappeared next to Maxim, his humungous Crimson Broadsword already slashing directly towards Maxim's heart, going for the instant kill.
"Gravity Well," Maxim muttered, and a purple gravity well formed on the floor, drawing Satannish to the center, impeding his momentum and allowing Maxim to teleport to a different position.
Gravity Well. Players in the area are pulled toward the center before it explodes, making all players still trapped inside Vulnerable.
As Satannish was trapped in the area, he roared out, spawning a wave of demonic hell spawns that ran all the way towards Maxim, trying to stop him from landing another blow on the Hell Lord.
Maxim's body glowed brightly, a pair of shimmering Angelic wings appearing on his back as he combined his angelic abilities with Omen's paranoia, sending a wave of energy that blinded and purified all of his enemies.
The various Hell Spawns who had rushed forward were purified, the golden energy piercing through the body with ferocious speed and deadliness, killing them and burning them to ash instantaneously.
Maxim immediately leaped back into action, his wings flaring with golden light as he soared upward, dodging another onslaught of demonic energy from Satannish that obliterated the stone floor he stood on moments before.
From his vantage point in the air, Maxim retaliated. With a swing of Osiris, he sent a crescent arc of radiant energy arcing toward Satannish. The holy light clashed against the Hell Lord's barrier, creating a burst of sparks and smoke.
"Not bad," Satannish sneered, his massive form unyielding as the flames surrounding him growing far more ablaze, "But you'll need far more than that to challenge me!"
The Hell Lord raised both hands, summoning a horde of shadowy tendrils that erupted from the floor and walls, writhing like serpents as they lunged at Maxim.
Each tendril crackled with dark energy, and their mere presence seemed to sap the light from the room.
Maxim dodged and weaved through the storm of tendrils, his movements a blur of speed and precision as he swiftly twisted his body midair, phasing into incorporeality just as one of the tendrils lashed through him.
Reappearing moments later, he summoned the Eagle, having it materialize beside him as its radiant wings sliced through the darkness. With a sharp screech, the Eagle launched itself at the tendrils, its holy energy burning away the shadows wherever it struck.
"You're quick, I'll give you that," Satannish growled, frustration creeping into his voice, "But speed won't save you!"
The Hell Lord slammed his fist into the ground, sending a shockwave through the throne room. Pillars of hellfire erupted in all directions, forcing Maxim to retreat as the flames surged toward him.
He landed gracefully on a nearby platform, his mind racing as he strategized his next move.
Maxim grunted as he realized what he needed to do, calling upon Dante's Devil Trigger. A surge of demonic energy coursed through his body, blending harmoniously with his angelic aura.
Maxim's form transformed, his features sharped as his presence became much more intimidating, his wings shimmering with a mix of light and dark energy, and the swirl of darkness combining with his radiant light.
"Time to up the ante," Maxim muttered.
With a burst of speed, Maxim closed the distance between himself and Satannish. Osiris hummed with energy as he swung the blade in a wide arc, aiming for the Hell Lord's chest.
Satannish blocked the strike with his forearm, his dark energy clashing violently with the scythe's holy light.
The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the room, destroying multiple of the pillars and beams that littered the Throne room as both combatants were forced back due to the shockwave.
Maxim skidded to a halt, his boots leaving scorch marks on the ground as he looked towards the Hell Lord with a vicious sharp gaze. Satannish staggered but remained standing, his fiery eyes blazing with fury.
"You dare draw my blood mortal FOOL?" Satannish roared, glancing at the shallow cut Osiris had left on his arm. Dark ichor dripped from the wound, sizzling as it hit the ground, "I'll make you suffer for that!"
The Hell Lord raised his hands, tossing away the small sword he wielded and summoning a massive greatsword wreathed in black flames. The weapon radiated an aura of despair, its mere presence making the air feel heavier.
Satannish charged, his movements surprisingly swift for his size, and swung the blade with earth-shattering force.
Maxim parried with Osiris, the clash of their weapons creating a blinding flash of light. Sparks flew as they traded blows, each strike more powerful than the last.
Maxim's speed and agility allowed him to stay one step ahead, but the sheer force of Satannish's attacks kept him on the defensive.
The battle was intense, but as it went longer and longer, Maxim could feel his assimilation with the Dante template growing more and more intense, and his power increasing explosively.
Drawing upon Dante's combat instincts, Maxim adopted a more fluid and unpredictable fighting style. He switched seamlessly between Osiris and his summoned spectral weapons, beginning to go on the harsh offensive.
Satannish roared in frustration as Maxim's newfound prowess turned the tide of the battle. Maxim's strikes became more aggressive, his movements more calculated.
Realizing that he needed to end the fight quickly, Maxim decided to unleash his full power. He activated his Devil Trigger once more, this time pushing it to its absolute limit. His form transformed further, his body radiating with an intense aura of both divine and demonic energy.
The throne room trembled as Maxim gathered his strength. Satannish, sensing the shift in power, prepared to launch his final assault. The Hell Lord raised his greatsword high, channeling all his dark energy into a single, devastating strike.
Maxim met the challenge head-on. With a battle cry that echoed through the chamber, he charged at Satannish, Osiris blazing with holy fire. The two collided in a clash of titanic proportions, their energies erupting in a blinding explosion that shook the fortress to its core.
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