69 Chapter 69: The Mortal Spear (1)

Ruins, a city that once bustled with life was turned to ruins within a blink of an eye. The cause of this dreadful catastrophe was standing in the middle of said city laughing maniacally.

He had red skin a pair of long goat horns and bat wings, his tail ended with an arrow-like point. In his hand, he wielded a broad bastard sword that was wreathed in black flames. He was the king of demons.

Facing off against this demon king was a group of four, with one male and four females each having a different role. The male acting like a warrior with heavy armor and a sword while the females were each dressed like an individual role such as archer, cleric, and finally sorceress.

Unfortunately, the group was lying on the ground defeated, their attire badly damaged and their weapons are broken. Feared gripped their hearts as they faced against there foe.

The only saving grace was another group of people standing in front of them to protect them.

"Ah... I knew we should have faced this situation ourselves instead of condemning these innocent kids"

Said a tall broad-shouldered man, he wore full plate armor with a massive claymore in his hands. He was the champion of all humans, the great Gregory, also known as the most powerful man in the world.

"All monarchs are fools when death grips their throat, its only natural he would use the forbidden hero summoning circle"

A graceful voice replied to the giant of a man, she was a gorgeous woman with an ethereally moving body that was only covered by "Essentially" placing armor pieces, her pair of pure white dove wings folded behind her back as she held tightly to her massive wall shield and fear intimidating mace which head had the same diameter as a city golfs wheel. Talia, the queen celestial, one of the most long-lived people in this world and one of the most innately gifted.

"Aye, an here we are, cleaning up tha mess"

A petite demi-human spoke standing next to the celestial, standing at a horrifying 1.3 meters she was the very image of terror as she lugged around a hammer which had a head as big as her and a handle reaching two meters long. Sascha, chief of all tribes in the beast planes. Her features made it clear that she was a lion person, the royal blood of all beast people.

"There is no point in discussing this, we must first secure these young one's safety before engaging the enemy."

A tall slender man spoke, he wore a beautiful robe that had many crystals hanging from it, a tall wooden staff adorned with a massive crystal at the top was in his hand he used his free hand to brush away a pair of loose strands of his shoulder-length white hair that had found its way to his face and tucked it behind his long slender ears. Staring deeply at the great enemy they were about to face with his forest-like green eyes, Mythander, The Grand Sage, couldn't help but worry about the safety of his companions.

"Agreed"

The rest of the group agreed with him as they moved to retreat with the wounded "Heroes".

"YOU THINK I WILL LET YOU LEAVE, HA NAIVE!"

The demon king shouted as he swung his sword int there direction, a red arc of fire was created from this attack and traveled towards them at a quick pace.

The the group of old warriors were about to lay done the 'heroes' to defend but was stopped by Mythander who threw the poor sorcerers girl from his hands into the arms of Talia the celestial.

"Go, I'll hold him off"

He shouted, facing the approaching fire beam. Slamming his staff into the ground a massive tree sprung up from behind him, as its roots dug deep into the earth, it was the ancestral tree. He held out his hand, palm facing the oncoming flame beam.

BOOOM!

The beam of flames suddenly slammed into what appeared to be an invisible wall as they exploded around the surface area of this 'wall' unable to go any further.

"Fuck that's cool"

Shouted Gregory as he turned his head after hearing the loud explosion, but he didn't stop his speed as he kept escaping.

"LET'S SEE HOW LONG YOU LAST"

Shouted the enraged demon king as he swung his sword again and with another explosion, the beam slammed against the 'wall' but this time leaving cracks upon it.

Blow after blow more cracks appeared upon the 'wall' as the demon king kept attacking it with an unending barrage of attacks.

After a few seconds, the 'wall' was at the end of its tether as Mythander's hand quivered while holding it up.

"DIE ELF"

The demon king raised his sword towards the sky ready to release the last strike needed to break this invisible 'wall' and destroy this annoying elf, he even decided to charge this attack up to be more powerful to ensure the elf's death.

"Mythander get yer ass outa there"

Sascha shouted seeing the charged attack of the demon king that send shivers down her spine.

The sword was just about to be dropped when Mythander suddenly retracted his hand and pointed his staffs point towards the demon king with his other hand.

The tip of the roots of the ancestral tree that was protecting his flanks suddenly pointed towards the crystal of his staff and send out a leg thick bolt of lightning towards it at the same time from each tip, the thunder was all absorbed by the crystal.

<Arch Point>

BOOOM!

A massive thunderbolt shot out of the crystal at the tip of his staff slamming into the demon king before he could even react sending him flying and his charged strike missing the Mythander and his allies by miles.

This was not the end though, with the disappearance of the massive thunderbolt the demon king tried to stand up while his muscles were spasming like crazy thanks to the hight voltage attack, but soon the sky darkened and more bolts of lightning started raining down on him as if he had offended somebody up high and was being punished.

"Fucking ELF!"

HE shouted as his body spasm out of control, this attack might not be able to harm him much but it did a great job in holding him back.

Using both hands Mythander raised his staff up high and slammed the bottom of the staff into the ground.

<Gravity Pit>

The area around the demon king suddenly slumped down as a massive amount of gravitational force started affecting the area bringing the spasming demon king to his knees.

Releasing his hands from the staff as it was now acting as the fulcrum of the gravity magic brought his hands together in front of him and intertwined his fingers as if praying.

<Ancestral Cage>

Eight massive roots from the ancestral tree surrounded the demon king with a radius of ten meters from him, just outside the high gravity area, many restrictive type runes flashed upon the roots as it further stopped the demon king from moving, cycling his manna, befuddling his mind and destroying his last shred off self respect.

"I will end you!"

Mythander shouted.