Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 651: Developing Fear

The existence of the Transcendent Knight disappeared completely, leaving only Haster standing there with the same warm and pleasant smile that had never once left his face. It was as if nothing unusual had happened.

The night breeze gently brushed against his robes while the surrounding guards remained frozen in place, still unable to process what they had just witnessed.

Haster slowly looked toward the distant battlefield where crimson lightning continued tearing apart the heavens.

"That was a useless move."

His calm voice carried no mockery.

"Also I am truly lucky.If he hadn't closed the distance I might not have been able to eliminate him swiftly."

His eyes rested upon Ethan's distant figure while another pillar of lightning descended from the clouds and forced several Saints backward once again.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"With this..."

"Our victory is already set in stone."

However, his expression quietly shifted the next moment.

His eyelids twitched slightly.

Fragments of memories that had been extracted from the dead assassin slowly surfaced within his mind.

One memory after another.

Hidden meetings.

Secret exchanges.

Names.

Faces.

Places.

The smile on Haster's face gradually disappeared.

Instead, he quietly rubbed his forehead.

"I can't believe we have so many traitors."

A helpless sigh escaped his lips.

"I guess I need to work on the cleanup."

"What a hassle."

Far away from him...

The battlefield had already descended into complete mayhem.

One crimson bolt after another continued falling from the heavens while Ethan caught every single one with his bare hands before hurling it back toward the approaching Saints without showing the slightest intention of stopping.

Every throw shook the battlefield with earth-shattering explosions while thunder rolled endlessly through the mountains and blinding flashes repeatedly illuminated the night sky.

Although the lightning strikes failed to inflict any truly fatal injuries because every Saint possessed overwhelming strength and astonishing defenses, every impact still carried a terrifying force that blasted them back toward the ground and left bruises, burns, cracked armor, and fresh wounds across their bodies.

Some coughed blood after every collision.

Some barely managed to regain balance before another bolt descended upon them.

Others were repeatedly hurled hundreds of meters away before struggling back into the air.

None of them could advance.That alone was enough.

Every attempt to close the distance was immediately answered by another pillar of crimson lightning descending from above before crashing into them with merciless force.

The horrifying display shook everyone present.

Soldiers from both sides simply stared blankly toward the heavens while watching Ethan seize lightning after lightning as though he had completely lost his mind.

Crimson arcs continuously wrapped around his body while thunder echoed behind him and violent winds whipped through his hair until he resembled a demon that had climbed out from the deepest pit of hell.

The Saints from Xylos cursed until their throats nearly went dry.

"Bastard!"

"Fucking monster!"

"What kind of insane human are you?!"

Another bolt descended.

CRAAAAACK!

BOOOOOOOM!

One Saint was smashed into the earth once again before barely climbing back into the sky while smoke drifted from the cracks in his armor.

Finally, one of them completely lost control.

Covered in crimson light while blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, he raised his weapon toward Ethan and roared furiously.

"Acker was right!"

"We should have killed that bastard!"

His furious scream echoed throughout the battlefield.

The remaining Saints quickly followed."We should have killed him earlier!"

"This monster should never have been allowed to live!"

"That fucking bastard is ruining everything!"

One curse followed another until the entire battlefield echoed with hatred directed solely toward Ethan.

Meanwhile, the Saints from Arcadia remained equally stunned.

Several instinctively wanted to rush forward and press the advantage.

Yet none dared approach too closely.

The endless rain of crimson lightning had become so chaotic that even allies feared becoming caught inside the storm.

One misstep of the bolt could flatten them.Even a Saint could suffer heavily.

Duke Osantra watched the unbelievable scene while the corner of his mouth twitched repeatedly.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

The storm continued.

Half an hour slipped away.

Still the heavens showed no sign of calming.

Finally, unable to watch any longer, Duke Osantra gathered his strength and shouted with all his might.

"Stop, Ethan!"

"Conserve your strength!"

His powerful voice cut through the endless thunder and reached Ethan's ears.

For the first time since unleashing the storm, Ethan paused.Another gigantic bolt descended from the heavens.

He slowly lifted his head and watched it fall.

Instead of reaching out to seize it...

He simply allowed the lightning to disperse naturally among the dark clouds.

That single moment was all the Arcadian Saints needed.

Their eyes immediately lit up.

"Move!"

Duke Osantra was the first to charge.

His figure blurred across the sky before appearing directly before one injured Saint and bringing down his blade with overwhelming force.

CLANG!

The Xylos Saint barely managed to block.

Before he could recover...

Another Arcadian Saint attacked from behind.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact blasted him forward.

The remaining Arcadian experts instantly seized the opportunity.

No longer fighting one against one, they attacked together without giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

One struck from above.

Another attack from below.

A third unleashed powerful sword energy from the side.

The Saints from Xylos found themselves forced into complete defense while continuously retreating beneath the coordinated assault.

Several of them angrily cursed.

"Shameless bastards!"

"Fight one at a time if you have any honor!"

Duke Osantra merely snorted.

"You have already thrown honor away tonight."

"So stop complaining."

Another collision erupted.

BOOOOOOM!

One injured Saint was sent tumbling through the sky before crashing into a nearby mountain.

The Arcadian side immediately pursued without giving him even a moment to recover.

Meanwhile, Ethan quietly remained where he stood.

The crimson lightning surrounding his body gradually weakened.

The countless magic circles suspended across the heavens faded one after another until only fragments of glowing mana remained.

The violent winds slowly calmed.

The endless thunder finally quieted.

Little by little, silence returned to the battlefield.

Only the smell of scorched earth, burnt stone, and charred air lingered beneath the night sky while everyone continued staring at Ethan.

The shock in their eyes had already changed.

Now many were genuinely afraid of him.