He could order his soldiers to scatter right now and the monster won't be able to catch up to them. It may be powerful but it is too big to move fast enough to deal considerable damage to the army.
He is just bitter that all that energy will go to waste. He had been considering using the 100 thousand to make his soldiers reach the mana entity stage. To leave the monster alone to die is to watch all that energy wasted. Follow current novels on NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
"I'll hold it back while you join in with ranged attacks." He told his soldiers.
"To Victory." He shouted then he stomped off.
He heard the shout of reply from the army as he soared into the air. Jumping and landing have become very easy to do, now that he has eight gates to absorb momentum with. Still, his heart was hammering in his chest like an engine, but it was more excitement than strain. He felt the thrill of battle course through his blood vessels like the best elixir.
Even as he fell and the wind ruffled his fur, he gave out orders to the army below and he began to plan how to kill this monstrosity. He doesn't have a lot of information but the ones he has about the anatomy and make-up of the angels are enough for him to make an educated guess.
"The monster is an energy being. Energy beings are weak to energy attacks and heavy impacts that will lose their bonds. Thankfully it isn't a spiritual being."
Energy beings can still be damaged by physical attacks, unlike spiritual beings. Most of the damage is due to the impact. Cuts can work if it disconnects the body parts. He began to prep his fireball. The ball of fire spiraled as it absorbed mana from the atmosphere. It was stuck behind Soverick and followed him as he descended.
"Thankfully, it doesn't have a core."
It is both a strength and a weakness to have a core. But since the monster doesn't have a core, it doesn't have a vulnerability. That also means Soverick can hit it anywhere. He swung his spear with all his might as he was about to hit the worm and slammed its midsection.
The hit created a rumbling explosion that shook the ground. A good portion of the worm's trunk vaporized into light, heat, and energy. It left a bowl-shaped impression on the body of the worm. Still, the worm didn't stop. It wound was also beginning to heal. It was using its body mass to cover the wound. It can't replenish lost energy, so the size of the worm is reduced a little to make up for the gap.
"So it also doesn't feel pain, huh? How to get its attention." Soverick said from the bottom of the bowl.
The damage to the worm didn't faze it, nor did it deter it from its objective. It continued to approach the soldiers. It didn't even scream when a large chunk of its body disappeared. So Soverick jumped out from the wound he created. He came to the side of the worm and stuck his spear into it. Then he dug his feet into the ground and pulled back.
The worm didn't seem to notice the foreign object in its body. It continued to slide forward. Soverick remained unmoved, so the spear tore through the body of the monster like a hot blade through wax. The monster didn't care about the deep but quickly healing wound on its side.
Soverick tsked. He couldn't let the worm reach the army. So he pulled out his spear and ran forward, toward the head of the worm. He reached it quickly considering he moved in a blur.
"Look at me." He yelled as he punched the side of the worm's head.
His voice was drowned out by the boom of his punch as his hand broke the sound barrier. There was another boom when his fist met the flesh of the worm. Then another boom sounded out as the flesh evaporated into light, heat, sound, and energy. It created a ring of shock waves as if an explosion just went off. The impact sent the worm's head flying. A fourth boom was created when the head struck the side of the canyon.
Soverick stood within another bowl-shaped crater on the ground. The ground had been melted into molten lava. He hadn't even punched the ground. The ground had cracked up the moment he set his foot down to punch. Then the explosion of the worm's flesh had broken the ground up and melted it into a crater. He rubbed his hand together and admired his work.
Then he turned to the floundering monster. "Now that I have your attention. Let's have a discourse."
The monster didn't listen to him. It began to approach the army again.
Soverick grinned. "That's good too. I didn't expect us to talk with our mouths."
If the worm wants to behave like a barbarian without manners, soverick can help it see reason. So he warped forward and slammed the worm against the canyon again. The gorge shook and the ground cracked. Then periodic booms thundered as Soverick pummeled the monster into the wall.
Again and again, his fist ripped into it like two hammers tenderizing meat. Flesh evaporated, light flashed, thunder boomed, and the ground shook and cracked. It felt and sounded like the lightning and thunder of a very angry storm.
He wasn't planning to speak with his mouth to the beast. His divine sense was also useless because the beast didn't understand mental transmissions, the angels didn't either. Which left physical communication. The impact of violence. The communication through fists. A clash of titans. A conversation of violence.
Actions speak louder than words. Soverick was telling the beast to stay down with his action and the beast couldn't get away. Not that it didn't try to, Soverick was simply too compelling with his arguments. His fist too convincing.