Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2182: Deciding factor

As the downpour of armaments ceased, something remained standing defiantly.

"Huff, huff, huff, you nearly had me," War wheezed, a dark energy swirling from its surroundings as it spoke. This corrupting aura emanated from the very monsters of corruption that had been present. As long as these creatures existed, War seemed an impossible foe to defeat, able to regenerate by simply absorbing their sacrifices.

"We're still missing that one crucial element..." I mused, observing the scene. My mind raced, fixated on the idea that War must possess a core component. If I could locate and strike this core, then victory would surely be mine.

"I require greater speed and more blades," I declared, the thought solidifying. If finding the core proved elusive, my only recourse would be to dismantle War piece by piece until its essence was exposed.

However, this endeavor was far easier contemplated than executed. War's capacity for recovery far outpaced my ability to amass power. By the time I gathered mere half of what was needed, War would have already mended itself.

Once revived, War wouldn't idly permit my actions. I suspected it harbored hidden strategies, resorting to desperate measures if cornered.

"Ugh..." A groan escaped me. Ultimately, I wouldn't have to act. Suddenly, something shifted within War.

Its pained exclamation, coupled with the gathering corruption energy, indicated an interference. The energy was being diverted, as if a second, equally potent source was siphoning it away from War.

"You cannot do this! You belong to our lord!" War roared, its target seemingly indiscriminate until a colossal shadow materialized overhead.

Looking up, I recognized the immense figure descending from the sky. Zeldir. Though I hadn't anticipated him appearing in this form. Even more astonishing was the identity of the passenger on Zeldir's back.

"What are you doing?" I called out to the smaller figure, but she seemed unresponsive, her focus solely on War. Indeed, she was the one actively disrupting the corrupting energy's flow towards War with her own power.

This development, however, was not what I had hoped for. "Prepare yourself, I will create an opening," I stated. It appeared she wouldn't debate her presence; Dorothy's sole objective was to cease War's regeneration.

Witnessing her sheer determination, I had no choice but to channel my divine energy. Following our previous strategy, Lupus encircled War while Queenie supplied me with divine energy. Working in concert, we swiftly re-established our domain barrier. Yet, I sensed the process was slower this time.

My capacity to gather divine energy seemed diminished, and time was rapidly running out. My plan was to unleash the attack before any further complications arose.

"It's not enough, keep going!" I halted my preparations upon hearing Dorothy's voice from above. Even now, she was dictating the course of action. Nevertheless, I didn't doubt her; her understanding of War's condition surpassed mine.

I trusted her reasoning for this command and consequently ceased my advance. "Inform me when you are unable to hold on any longer," I conveyed calmly, resuming my energy gathering. I remained uncertain of the outcome, but she exuded confidence, and War's recuperation was clearly faltering.

Throughout our preparations for the final strike, War had relentlessly cursed Dorothy, treating her as a traitor. I noticed some individuals observing this exchange, but it was not the moment to dwell on such matters.

"Now." Upon receiving Dorothy's signal, I perceived a distinct change in War.

Though it had been gradually mending, it now felt as though an external force had torn it asunder. The essence of War appeared to be fighting desperately to maintain its integrity, yet the encroaching power relentlessly shredded it apart.

Through this assault, I discerned a presence situated right at its very center.

It seemed War had grown complacent, never anticipating defeat, and thus made no effort to shield its core.

Given this vulnerability, I resolved to strike without reservation.

However, just as I prepared to act, a distinct thrumming emanated from the core, growing in intensity.

It appeared War was preparing to self-destruct, a final act to impede our advance.