Hitman With A Badass System

Chapter 1311  Attack On Mazeroth Academy III

The three Half-Celestial ancestors hovered in the sky, slowly floating towards Michael. Their appearances reflected their ancient age: long white beards, deeply wrinkled faces, and eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger. Their robes were pure white, yet the witness of their robes barely showed under the darkness around them.

"Dark Lord, if you don't abandon this path to destruction, we will move heaven and earth to stop you." One of the elders, who had long white hair and beard hovered forward before warning Michael.

But when Michael heard the elder, he threw back his head and laughed as the sound echoed ominously through the air. His laughter was mocking, filled with a dark amusement that made the ancestors' warning seem pathetic.

"Your dialogues are cringeworthy," Michael sneered, shaking his head. "And just so you know, I'm not a cultivator of this realm anymore," Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As he spoke, the darkness around Michael thickened, his eyes turning completely black with no trace of whiteness. The already darkened sky grew even darker, casting an eerie shadow over everything. Harry and his friends watched from below, feeling the atmosphere grow thicker and colder. The temperature dropped considerably, a chill settling over the courtyard.

Looking at the sudden increase in the darkness, Clara could sense the immense power radiating from the Dark Lord. She could tell he was not playing around, he meant business.

"They're vastly outmatched. The Dark Lord's power is on a completely different level." Clara whispered.

However, the elven twins Aric and Lyria, unable to sense the Dark Lord's cultivation energy, clung to a fragile hope. "Maybe the ancestors can defeat him," Aric muttered, his voice betraying his uncertainty.

"We have to believe in them. They're our only hope," Lyria, echoing her brother's sentiment, added. But their support for the ancestors was short-lived as they quickly remembered who the Dark Lord was. "Shit, we shouldn't be saying this," Aric blurted out, glancing at Harry. "Sorry, Harry."

Even though he was best buddies with the elves and would die for them, he couldn't let go of a good opportunity to roast the elves. After all, the dwarves shared an inherent hatred for the elves because the elves were everything the dwarves despised.

"You elves and your flip-flopping loyalty. Stick to a side, damn it!" Thrain growled.

Meanwhile, Michael remained focused on the ancestors. The dark energy around him swirled violently, exuding a power that dwarfed anything the Half Celestials could muster.

"You elders might have moved heaven and earth in your prime, but now, you're just old men clinging to past glories," Michael chuckled.

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While Michael was ignoring the system notifications, the elder woman floated forward, her long, silver hair flowing behind her like a river of moonlight. Her face was lined with age, but her eyes sparkled with a shrewd intelligence. She was draped in ornate robes adorned with celestial symbols, signifying her authority in the SKyhall.

"Do you really want to turn against the people who taught you, who believed in you?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with manipulation. "What would Headmaster Wulfric say? What would Professor Kayla say?"

"Oh, you're trying to appeal to my sense of nostalgia? That's rich," Michael chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You people made your bed when you tossed me into a prison called Earth just minutes after I was born," he continued, his tone growing colder. "You took away my childhood, my innocence, everything a child should have. And for what? A fucking prophecy. I've said it so many times by now, but let me tell you again, you took something from me, and now I'm going to take everything from you."

Without another word, he raised his hand and shot a thick lightning bolt at her. The elder quickly cast a defensive spell, a shimmering barrier of light that glowed with celestial energy. But the lightning bolt shattered the defense like it was made of glass, and the bolt went straight through her head, causing it to explode into a red mist.

When Harry and his friends witnessed the chilling brutality and the sheer power of the Dark Lord, they gasped in shock as their eyes widened in horror.

"He killed her in cold blood," Clara closed her eyes and mumbled. Unlike Clara and the elves, Thrain was a dwarf, and as a dwarf, he had witnessed the unforgiving reality of the dog-eat-dog world they inhabited. Thus, war and blood was not new to him.

"This is war, Clara. It's brutal and unforgiving. Better get used to the reality of it." Thrain sighed heavily. On the other hand, Aric and Lyria looked at each other, their faces pale as they realized the true extent of the Dark Lord's power and utter regard for lives. Seeing their fellow ancestor's headless body fall down, her glowing soul floating straight into the Dark Lord's mouth, the remaining two ancestors felt a chill running down their spines. Meanwhile, Harry and his friends gasped in horror, realizing that the Dark Lord consumed her soul, permanently killing the Half Celestial stage Ancestor.

"He... he ate her soul," Clara stammered, her face pale with shock.

"That's beyond brutal," Thrain added, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before they could fully comprehend what had just happened, the two remaining ancestors roared.

 "Attack!"

The two Half Celestial ancestors raised their hands, casting colossal, powerful spells. One summoned a massive whirlwind of razor-sharp wind blades, each spinning with deadly precision and glowing with a faint blue hue. The other conjured a gigantic tidal wave of molten lava, roaring toward Michael with an intensity that made the very air around it shimmer with heat.

Harry and his friends watched in awe and terror as the massive spells surged forward.

"Those spells are insane," Aric said, his voice filled with a mix of fear and admiration.

"We're screwed if they hit us with those," Lyria muttered, her eyes wide.

But Harry couldn't take his eyes off his father. Despite the immense power of the spells coming at him, the Dark Lord had an amused smile on his face, almost as if he was enjoying the spectacle.

"He's not even moving," Thrain observed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "That means he's going to obliterate their spells. Just watch,"

Harry nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of fear, pride, and curiosity as he watched the Dark Lord prepare to counter the oncoming onslaught.

In addition to the two spells from the ancestors, the angels of Skyhall began casting their own spells. Though powerful, their spells were dwarfed by the massive ones cast by the Half Celestial stage ancestors. The angels surrounded Michael, hurling bolts of energy and conjuring elemental attacks.

Suddenly, Nithroel's warship hummed to life. The elves on board moved like a whirlwind, arming the cannons. Each cannon fired with a thunderous boom, smoke trailing behind as the cannonballs streaked across the dark sky. The sheer number of cannonball volleys hit many angels, making their bodies explode into blood, bits and pieces.

"Look out!" one angel screamed but was cut off mid-sentence as a cannonball tore through him, leaving a splatter of blood in the air.

"Retreat!" another angel yelled, only to be silenced by an explosion that sent shrapnel through his body.

But on the other hand, Michael remained calm amidst the chaos. He raised his head slightly, and dark beams shot out of his eyes, cutting through the spells cast by the ancestors as if they were made of paper. The beams were barely visible in the dark sky, but Harry and his friends caught glimpses of them under the light of the spells before they were obliterated.

"Unbelievable," Clara whispered with a mix of awe and horror.

As the beams sliced through the air, the two elders began to fly, trying to avoid them. Michael moved with them, his dark beams cutting through angels and the very air as they chased the ancestors.

"He's... unstoppable," Aric said, his voice trembling.

"Watch out!" Lyria yelled, pointing as one of the beams narrowly missed an ancestor, cutting through a line of angels behind him.

Now Harry realized what his mother meant by saying his father was on a whole different level compared to anyone in this realm. Seeing the Half Celestial stage ancestors, who were supposed to be akin to gods in the mortal realm, flying desperately to avoid his father's dark beams, he was stunned. This was what a true god could do.

"He's not even moving," Thrain muttered, disbelief etched on his face. "It's like he's toying with them."

Harry watched in awe as his father barely moved, only tilting his head slightly to adjust the trajectory of his dark beams. The ancestors, despite their god-like status in the mortal realm, were utterly outmatched. They dodged and weaved, but the dark beams seemed to anticipate their every move, cutting through the air with terrifying precision.

"Look at them, they're supposed to be the most powerful beings we know, and they're helpless," Lyria said.

"This is the difference between power we think we understand and true god power," Clara, clutching her spellbook tightly, could only nod in agreement. "I never thought I'd see something like this. It's... It's beyond anything we could have imagined," Aric, usually so confident, seemed lost for words. The sky was a chaotic mess of spellfire, dark beams, and the desperate maneuvers of the Half Celestial ancestors. The angels, caught in the crossfire, continued to be decimated by the relentless cannon fire from Nithroel's warship. Each shot sent more angels plummeting from the sky, their screams echoing through the night.

"We are doing good, Dark Lord…Elidyr's team will breach the shield around Mazeroth short. You just give them all a good show," ithroel's voice sounded in his head, making him smile in amusement.

"Oh, I am planning to. Besides, I am enjoying every second of this,"

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