Chapter 875 Mutual Destruction

The air vibrated with divine might as Ulrich and Vega stood as true gods among mortals, on the battlefield that had become their arena.

With the duo realising that there was not much separating the two in terms of physical strength and speed, they unanimously decided to get everything on their magical skills as they decided to fight the grand style of battle.

Ulrich with his eyes blazing with ancient power, launched into his first formidable attack, [Lunar Fury] as a silver arc of energy, bright as the moon itself, raced towards Vega, embodying Ulrich's wrath and centuries of werewolf heritage.

Vega, his expression calm yet mocking, countered with [Eclipse Blade]. His sword, shrouded in darkness, cut through the lunar assault. " Is that all, dog? I expected more bite," he sneered, his words sharp as his blade.

Ulrich growled, he hated being called a 'dog' as it was the most insulting comment that one could make about a werewolf and his next move reflected that sentiment as he summoned a tempest of primal force.

[Feral Tempest]

Ulrich unleashed a whirlwind of slashes, each embodying the wild heart of nature. The ground trembled under the sheer intensity of his attack.

Vega, with a smirk, danced through the shadows, unleashing [Shadowstep Strike]. His form blurred, reappearing to deliver rapid strikes. "Chasing shadows now? How fitting for a mutt," he taunted as he wanted to progressively make Ulrich lose his calm and make a mistake that he usually would not.

If Max were here, he would have noticed Vega's mastery over the shadows and would have been in-awe of his technique.

The tier7 lord was no joke when it came to darkness based techniques and could probably give even someone like Zippo a run for his money.

The underlings watching the battle were in awe as well, their cheers and gasps were a distant echo to the gods' confrontation. "Lord Vega is toying with him!" a vampire soldier exclaimed. "No, watch Ulrich! He's setting a trap!" countered a werewolf warrior, his eyes locked on the battle.

As the fight escalated, Ulrich drew upon a deeper, more ancient power. With a howl that resonated with the agony and rage of his ancestors, he unleashed [Howl of the Ancient]. The sonic blast, imbued with thick divine essence was a true tier7 attack with extreme destructive capabilities.

This time, Vega's [Veil of the Night] faltered under the onslaught as the howl pierced through his defences triggering his life saving artefact which produced a secondary veil which was eventually pierced through as well leaving a deep gash across his chest.

Vega staggered, a rare look of surprise flashing across his face as although he was in deep pain he did not let it show at all and said in the same impassive voice as ever "Impressive, but don't get cocky, pup," as he wiped off a trickle of blood from his lip.

The underlings were stunned. "Lord Vega is wounded!" a vampire gasped. "Ulrich's power... it's overwhelming!" a werewolf whispered in awe.

" Talk tough all you want but it's over for you now, you bloodsucking punk " Ulrich said as he dared to close-down on Vega, thinking that the injury was bound to slow down his response speed.

However, In a display of godly defiance, Vega gathered his strength and said

[Crimson Eclipse]

As the darkness element materialised creating a massive explosion of dark and blood-red energies colliding with Ulrich's might. The resulting shockwave was a cataclysmic display of their divine power.

*PAH*

As the dust settled, Ulrich could be seen struggling to his feet as a constant stream of blood ran down his lips.

He had suffered internal injuries by underestimating Vega and the battle had been brought back to square one because of his miscalculation.

With both Ulrich and Vega standing with heavy breaths, all the small fries jumped into the battle wanting to give their lord an edge in the fight.

With their weapons ready, Vega and Ulrich went at each other's throat once again as both of them had the belief that they could end the other's life in a spectacular duel as both of them considered themselves to be the stronger of the two.

Ulrich with his eyes burning with determination, readied himself. "Your words are as weak as your blade, vampire."

Vega, smirking despite his wound, retorted, "Keep howling, dog. It's the only thing you're good at."

Their divine battle raged on, each attack a testament to their godly prowess and unwavering spirits. This was more than a clash of power; it was a war of ideals, a dance of destiny between two eternal beings.

If the two had been on the same side, they would have nothing but immense respect for one another, however, fate had other plans.

In a battle that lasted 6 hours, both Vega and Ulrich fought bravely, however, in the end as the Werewolf subordinates ran a successful disturbance, Vega lost the edge in the fight and Ulrich gained the opportunity he was looking for to kill his opponent.

" It's over- " Ulrich said with no real emotion behind his words as he pushed his sword deep into Vega's heart.

*PAH*

Vega spat a mouthful of blood as his eyes constricted in disbelief as this was not how he envisioned this battle to end.

*SLASH*

Even with his fate sealed, Vega refused to just die like a worm as with all the strength left in his body he plunged his short sword into Ulrich's abdomen from the side and sliced open his upper torso.

" GAH- YOU MONSTER " Ulrich complained as he grew out his fangs and ripped off Vega's head in a last ditch effort before losing consciousness himself.

Both the vampires and the werewolves rushed at the scene to retrieve the bodies of their leaders, desperately hoping that healing magic could still save them as all hell broke loose in the battlefield with mutual destruction being achieved.

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