The King of the Battlefield Chapter 281

Diablo’s flames whirled into the space Amon had created. Did it work?

‘No.’

Muyoung shook his head in his mind, as the black hole started quaking.

If Amon could handle ‘infinity’ for real, he would exceed Baal. Infinity was a miracle number that transcended magic and was not Amon’s expertise.

Amon clenched his teeth sharply. Was he not avoiding what could be avoided because of pride?

Amon’s eyes changed again, as small white stars shone in the infinite black of Amon’s eyes, and analyzed Diablo’s ‘flames.’

“I am the one who analyses all and reaches the truth. I will uncover even the flames of God.”

The ‘speech’ of a magician is power, so a true magician saves his words. Reality itself could be imbued with speech and changed by the magician’s will.

Now, Amon commanded and pierced through Diablo’s flames simply with the pure power of his voice.

Soon, Diablo’s flames burst out after being reflected in the massive mirror Amon created. Diablo now faced his own flames.

‘Amazing.’

Muyoung was impressed. The only thing Muyoung did was to remove a lock, but Amon had already taken a step further. He had not expected Amon to counter Diablo’s attack.

‘But it’s still not enough.’

Amon had just opened his eyes, but Diablo was already complete.

Muyoung collected his flame. Strictly speaking, his fire skills came from Diablo the Lord of Fire, so Muyoung could control Diablo’s flame a little because they were similar. He needed only to open a path to manipulate Diablo’s flames.

The moment Muyoung’s body burst into flames, Diablo’s flame divided into two. The attack had been split into half, and Muyoung provided the breathing room Amon could use to form his counterattack.

Diablo let out a deep and loud roar in protest. He waved his wings to float and ravaged the air with sharp claws. Right after, intense wind pressure sliced the space. Diablo had cut space at a speed that Muyoung could barely manage to follow.

With a sickening noise, Amon’s body split into half.

‘A clone.’

It was a clone that Amon had prepared in that split second, and Amon was already heading for Diablo.

‘Is my enemy’s enemy an ally?’

Amon was hurling his wrath at Diablo and Solomon at present. They were a more imminent danger to Muyoung than Amon was. The two could reach an agreement.

His weapon cried out for blood. Muyoung threw the lance of Gabriel not to Diablo, but-

‘Solomon.’

He was behind Diablo hiding. Muyoung was going after him, so he threw the lance to break Solomon’s concealment skill.