Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 679: My Beautiful Angels

"Call for backup!" Chinedu shouted to the teammate who had sounded the alert. "Immediately! Bring in Mariana’s team, summon the Association, fetch anybody!"

Why didn’t he summon the veterans for assistance?

Such an action would violate the competition’s regulations. Should the guild deploy its top powerhouses to dominate the rookie division, the optimal approach would involve having those elites handle the main combat while rookies delivered the final strikes, securing an effortless victory in the rookie category.

Therefore, Chinedu requested Mariana or the Association instead of Magnus and the New Dawn leaders.

The individual equipped with the communication device was already yelling into his tool.

Ash maintained his position close by, his sword slicing into a Slasher that had charged at Brittany’s vulnerable side. The strike gouged deeply into its chest and knocked it sliding aside, with foul liquid splattering everywhere. "Just die, damn it!" He followed up with a powerful two-handed swing, and the next impact smashed the beast’s head. Level seventy-five. He outmatched them one-on-one, demonstrating his superiority through each takedown.

Crimson staining his mouth, curses flying from his tongue, battling in Ash’s typical style: furious, boisterous, but remarkably successful.

After all, Chinedu wasn’t the sole S-tier awakened warrior in the fray. Ash was meant to match him, equal in rank and power level.

Yet the horde didn’t engage solo.

Three assaulted from the left as two circled to the right. The alpha howled, and the group rearranged, blocking the path Chinedu had been using to his advantage. He felled one following a fierce four-strike clash, but two others rushed in before his spear could complete its swing back. The area was confined, the Colossus still rampaging in their rear, and each moment the S-tiers wasted on lone Slashers meant more assaults on the squad’s other members.

They were retreating fast. The lineup was crumbling.

Not due to poor equipment. New Dawn’s abundant resources had equipped all members with top-notch armor, magical blades, and protective items that many experienced guilds would covet. Their gear was superb. The same applied to Ashbound. Ash and his trio of companions were assets worth safeguarding.

Hence, the problem lay not with inferior tools, but with those wielding them.

They had undergone rigorous training. Countless hours reviewing combat videos. Lessons in classrooms about creature habits, squad tactics, danger evaluation. Guided practices against simulated enemies in guild facilities where risks existed but were controlled. On document, they seemed ready.

Documents couldn’t spill blood.

The initial Slasher to pierce the boundary struck swift and low, its front legs slashing toward the knees. The defender it aimed for followed the manual precisely. He lowered his shield, steadied himself for the collision, triggered his shield spell. Flawless execution. The spell endured the initial blow. Then a second Slasher struck from an uncovered side, and his arm protection exploded inward. He collapsed howling, and the pair of monsters overwhelmed him before help could arrive.

Chinedu eliminated both just four seconds afterward.

Four seconds stretched eternally when torn apart alive.

Merely a dozen seconds passed before total collapse occurred.

The supporter halted all attacks and exhausted her full arsenal to sustain lives, her glowing symbols brightening and fading as her energy reserves plummeted. The defenders attempted to maintain a boundary that contracted with each clash.

Kaiden observed the entire scene.

His face had turned serene. The rage had vanished. The glee had disappeared. Left behind was an iciness surpassing them, a state Luna had witnessed rarely since their joint awakening.

These individuals had trailed his group for days. Pilfered their prey. Hindered their progress. They had pursued Kaiden into remote zones with grins and larceny in their grasp, and atop the overlook, they had mocked him.

Ash had labeled him a fag during a public stream.

Chinedu had greeted him like a pal.

They weren’t allies. Luna studied his features and harbored only malice toward those underneath.

"My lovely angels."

He addressed his companions softly. His visage stayed frozen.

"Our fellow awakened fighters face a dire peril." His words were calm. Nearly official. Like someone fulfilling a public obligation. "We must aid them."

He adjusted his pose, invoking the sin of Pride.

The atmosphere shifted. Chill seeped in. Tension mounted along the crest akin to the hush preceding thunder, and the shadowy ring over Kaiden’s crown blazed as Alice’s Conduit glow tinged golden at the borders. Mystic symbols etched themselves on his arm, whirling out in violet-and-black circles.

The assault gathered in his hands. An orb of dense magical power, empowered by Pride’s command. The symbols aligned around it like pistol cylinders.

Kaiden lifted his arms toward the depression below.

His target scanned the turmoil underneath. Over the Slashers ripping the guard line. Over the Colossus pulverizing all in its path. Over Chinedu’s frantic spear thrusts and Ash’s frenzied hacks and the supporter channeling her final strength to preserve numerous lives.

His focus locked onto the heart of the slaughter zone.

Where beasts gathered.

Where people clustered.

Where distinctions between them had ceased to count.

Luna’s Storm ignited. Purple bolts danced across her digits, directed at the identical throng beneath. Without separation. Without mercy.

Calypso’s Carnage surged over her flesh, shadowy power amassing in her axe as she hoisted it high, baring a toothy smile.

Aria’s moonlight focused into a sharp ray between her hands, silvery and frigid.

Bastet’s rule gripped the earth underfoot. The terrain vibrated with warmth, strain mounting for a burst.

And over Kaiden, Alice flared. The shadowy ring burst into gold, Conduit radiance scorching, a ray of Radiant Devastation taking shape within. The Light That Destroys, pointed straight into the basin devoid of any doubt.

Armaments fixed on a carnage field where separating salvation from slaughter hinged on precision.

Kaiden’s smirk was the final element the basin required as he announced,

"Let’s start blasting."

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Author: With this, the month of February is over. Tomorrow, you guys will get the first Chapters of March. Thanks for all the amazing support, even though I struggled maintaining Chapter releases in the first half of the month!

Hopefully we meet again in March!