With their ability to teleport through space completely disabled, the 13-Tier Inferno Devils and the two 14-Tier Inferno Arch Devils were suddenly caught in a brutal pincer attack—Cicero and Auremax closing in from both sides! Latest content published on NovelHub(.)net
Cicero’s voice rang out low and commanding—and then, with a deafening, earth-shaking roar, the sky above them exploded.
In an instant, a massive storm of thunderclouds burst into existence around him, swirling with terrifying, overwhelming power.
At first, the storm was tiny—no bigger than grains of rice, like scattered magical particles—but it expanded at a terrifying rate, spreading outward in every direction like a living force of nature.
At the same time, glowing magical particles—each one pulsing with raw, destructive energy—began to orbit Cicero’s towering figure. They rose and fell around him, forming a dazzling, blinding aura of light and power.
The ground trembled as the storm roared to life, howling like some ancient beast awakened in the dead of night. The air was thick with a suffocating, spine-chilling pressure.
And in that very moment, the two 14-Tier Inferno Arch Devils were yanked straight into the Sacred Realm’s barrier—trapped before they even had a chance to blink, let alone escape.
Their hearts were Ethan’s primary targets—and Cicero’s Sacred Realm was the only thing that could lock down their spatial movement.
So Cicero didn’t hesitate. He ignored the rest of the 13-Tier Inferno Devils completely, focusing all his power and attention on the two big ones.
As for the remaining Inferno Devils? That was Auremax’s job.
"Ugh... that stench of demonic energy is disgusting," Gold Dragon Auremax muttered, his voice laced with clear disdain as he stared down the seven Inferno Devils in front of him. His expression twisted with visible revulsion.
As a member of the Gold Dragon race—Mythic Units of the Forest faction and proud warriors of the Light Alliance—Auremax was born to fight creatures like these. Inferno Devils were his natural enemies.
And now that they were face-to-face, he wasn’t about to hold back.
In a flash, Auremax lunged at the nearest Inferno Devil. Despite his massive size, his speed and agility were completely unaffected—if anything, they were enhanced.
He moved like a golden bolt of lightning.
In the blink of an eye, he was already on top of his target, slamming into the Inferno Devil with brutal force, the two of them locked in a vicious melee.
Even Ethan was caught off guard by the sudden burst of speed.
"Wait... is it just me, or is he even faster than Balthazar?" Ethan’s eyes widened, his gaze flickering with shock and a hint of disbelief.
Up until now, Balthazar had always been the fastest among his forces—lightning-quick reflexes, unmatched agility. Not even Seraphina or Cicero could quite keep up with him in that department.
Now Auremax was moving in a way that made even Balthazar look slow.
What the hell did that mean?
Sure, speed wasn’t everything when it came to raw power—but it was a damn important part of it.
And if Auremax was this fast...
Then maybe—just maybe—he was every bit as strong as Balthazar.
"Looks like I really underestimated him..." Ethan muttered under his breath, eyes gleaming with a sharp light.
To be fair, Auremax hadn’t been with Emerald Castle for long. Ethan hadn’t had much time to get to know him, let alone fully grasp his capabilities.
Plus, Auremax had always kept a low profile—never showing off, never drawing attention. The kind of guy who stayed in the background, quiet and unassuming. Naturally, Ethan hadn’t thought much of him. He hadn’t placed him in any particularly important role.
But now, thinking about it more carefully—this guy was a Mythic Unit. A special-class one at that.
That kind of foundation doesn’t come weak.
Just then, realizing they had no way out, the seven 13-Tier Inferno Devils launched a full-on assault against Auremax!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three massive, jagged demon scythes came slashing down, crashing hard against Auremax’s golden dragon scales. But instead of cutting through, they just sparked violently—bright flashes of fire and light—and then slid off harmlessly.
Marquis Lucan, standing beside Ethan, gasped sharply, his pupils contracting in shock.
He looked like he’d just seen a ghost.
"These are Legendary Units," he whispered, stunned. "Not even wild ones—these are trained, elite Inferno Devils. And they couldn’t even scratch him?"
That kind of defense... that kind of power...
Even for a Mythic Unit, this was insane.
"This is... this is on another level..."
Lucan swallowed hard, his worldview cracking under the weight of what he was witnessing.
And the others—Draven and the rest—were even worse off. Their faces went pale, bodies trembling uncontrollably as despair washed over them like a tidal wave.
"We’re... we’re screwed. We’re so screwed..."
At that moment, Auremax had had enough.
After taking hit after hit, he finally snapped.
He let out a furious roar, eyes blazing, and with a casual twist of his massive body, he moved—so fast it looked like he teleported—dodging the incoming scythes with ridiculous ease.
Then, in the blink of an eye, his claws slashed through the air.
With a sickening crunch, his claws—charged with swirling magical particles and raw, brutal force—ripped straight through one of the Inferno Devils’ skulls.
The thing’s head exploded on the spot.
Gone. Just like that.
"Damn, that’s insane!"
Ethan couldn’t help blurting it out as he watched the scene unfold. "One-shotting Legendary Units? No wonder it’s a Mythic Unit—this thing’s a beast..."
Up until now, only three of his elite—Cicero, Seraphina, and Balthazar—had ever managed to instantly kill a Legendary Unit, and that was against non-wild types. But now, there was a new monster on the board.
A special unit born of the Gold Dragon bloodline. A Mythic Unit.
Right then, a terrifying surge of magical energy gathered around Auremax’s claws. At the same time, an overwhelming Draconic Force exploded outward, thick and suffocating, like a tidal wave of raw power.
A deep hum echoed through the air as the two forces began to merge—magic and draconic might fusing into massive weapons, shaped like blades and spears, each one radiating a devastating, world-shaking energy.
Then—like missiles—they launched outward, slicing through the battlefield toward enemies on both flanks.