The thousand blades whirled through the sky like a masterfully conducted symphony—each sword a precise note, every arc a crescendo of steel and mana. They danced with lethal grace, weaving in and out of formation as they tore through the Abomination's grotesque body.
Each impact unleashed bursts of corrupted blood that hissed upon contact with the air, dissolving into noxious smoke as the great demon shrieked in agony. Despite the devastation wrought, the Sword Saint frowned in dissatisfaction. His movements were too slow, too imprecise for his liking.
Still, the attacks were effective.
Abomination roared, its voice a cacophony of hate and despair that trembled across the battlefield, shaking the fractured cliffs beneath their feet. Slabs of mutated, blackened flesh sloughed off the creature's body, splattering onto the ruined earth below and spreading their vile corruption across an already cursed land.
From the shadows of that spreading taint, lesser demons clawed their way out in droves—misshapen spawn born of suffering and blight. They surged forward, sacrificing themselves with mindless fervour, hurling their bodies at the radiant blades in a desperate attempt to break the Sword Saint's barrage.
But the Sword Saint was unrelenting. With eyes that saw beyond the flow of time, he moved his fingers subtly, and the swords responded. The airborne blades began to shift in tempo—faster, sharper, tighter. His sword energy, refined through decades of cultivation and battles, surged like a tidal wave through the ether.
The minions were cleaved apart mid-lunge, reduced to chunks of ichor and ash before they could even cry out. His breathing remained steady, his composure untouched, even as the battle raged. Now fully attuned to the Abomination's movements, the Sword Saint adjusted his formation.
No longer testing—he was targeting. Every blade redirected with near-divine accuracy, aiming not just to maim but to pierce the demon's core, the vessel of its infernal soul. But the Abomination would not fall so easily. With a howl that rippled across realms, it summoned forth an even darker force.
The skies churned with corrupted magic as thick, black clouds gathered beneath its feet, lifting the beast into the air like a throne of shadows. A thunderclap cracked the heavens, unnatural and deafening, shattering stone and air alike.
From the storm, shrieking flying minions burst forth—flashes of claws, wings, and hate—each one hellbent on tearing the Sword Saint limb from limb. They dived at him in a frenzied storm, but the Saint was unmoved. His flying swords converged, forming a dome of gleaming, whirling steel around him. Like a celestial fortress, they intercepted every attacker, shredding them before they came within reach. Not a single scratch touched his robes.
Calmly, the Sword Saint lifted his gaze. His eyes narrowed at the towering mass of corruption above, then narrowed further with a flicker of contempt. He folded his arms, his voice cold, sharp, and reverberating with power as he spoke:
"Careful! It's going to do something big!"
Although the Sword Saint was unaware of what the demon had hidden within its jaws, there was no question that it was going to turn the tide of the battle. But while the Sword Saint remained ignorant, both Amon and Yue braced themselves, fully aware of what was to come.
"Sir Kassadin! Retreat now!"
"There's no time to explain, come to us!"
The moment the Sword Saint saw the urgency etched across Amon and Yue's faces, he understood the gravity of the situation without needing a single word. Reacting instantly, he soared to Amon's side, his cloak billowing behind him like a banner of war.
The young Knight turned to his fiancee and gave a firm nod.
That was all Yue needed.
Without delay, she extended her hands, her fingers tracing mana into the air. In a blink, the space around them shimmered and folded in on itself, sealing them within a pocket of warped reality. It wasn't a traditional barrier—no wall of energy, no shimmering dome—but something far more elegant and unfathomably complex.
The Sword Saint's eyes widened slightly, and he gave a low whistle of awe.
Instead of blocking incoming attacks, Yue had manipulated the very fabric of space around them, bending it in such a way that any force directed toward their location would simply... never arrive.
A conceptual defence, flawless in theory—but one so advanced that only a magician who had transcended the limits of conventional space-time magic could hope to accomplish it.
Fortunately, they had such a magician with them.
And this complex protection was needed… to endure Abomination's ultimate attack.
Pouring a torrent of demonic energy into its grotesque blade, the Abomination raised the weapon high—and with a single, earth-shattering swing, the sky itself was cleaved apart. A jagged scar tore across the heavens, and the sheer force of the strike caused the nearby ocean to vaporise in an instant.
Everything within a ten-kilometre radius was annihilated, reduced to scorched earth and swirling ash. The landscape twisted and blackened, transformed into a nightmarish wasteland that mirrored the desolate horrors of the Demon Realm.
This was no mere attack—it was Abomination's ultimate technique: the ability to terraform the land itself.
A strike so devastating that survival was impossible for anyone caught within its reach. It was this very move that had once obliterated the Hyades Army in [Bright], leaving only silence in its wake. Fortunately, this time, its wrath found no army—only the sea. And so, aside from the vaporised marine life and startled flocks of birds falling from the sky, the world was spared the full brunt of its devastation.
"Phew, good call… If I tried to take that head-on, I wouldn't have come out unscathed."
A bead of nervous sweat rolled down the Sword Saint's cheek as he watched the devastation. No matter how powerful the old man was, he was still a mortal. Fending off an attack that could change the landscape wouldn't come cheaply.
But Amon didn't hear the Sword Saint's thanks. His eyes were entirely focused on the yelping Demon, his mind racing on what the next course of action was.
"It's getting desperate…"
"Yes," Yue concurred with Amon's view. "Abomination is weaker this time round now that it's using Malachi as a vessel. Also, we have Sir Kassadin fighting alongside us. We can pull this off."
A ray of hope shone through, as Amon and Yue saw a way out of this predicament.
"Terraform is a powerful ability, but it must be exhausted after using it. We have an opening to strike now."
Even without a moment's deliberation, Amon knew that this was the perfect opportunity. And following his will, Yue released her hold on the space around them, and their bodies were once again present in the physical world. Abomination saw them appear without harm and it once again shrieked, seemingly in terror and exhaustion.
Like a child who didn't get their candy, the demon began to cry. But unlike a child, its cries were loud enough to shake the heavens.
The Sword Saint erupted like a vengeful god, and all of his flying swords now flew indiscriminately at the weakened Demon. Its prior defences were now lowered, making it exceedingly easy for the Sword Saint to pierce through its thick hide. At the same time, the hyper-regeneration was slowing down, and the damage that it suffered wasn't healing as quickly.
This finding delighted the Sword Saint as he accelerated his pace, hoping to rid the world of this horror once and for all.
Naturally, Amon and Yue didn't remain idle.
Amon leapt into action as he attempted to pierce deep into the demon's body and locate the vessel. With his superior senses and the Sword Saint carving Abomination like sushi, it didn't take long for Amon to fix his vision on the core. Both Solar and Lunar mana surged as he charged through the opening that the Sword Saint had allowed him, and struck Nyx violently through Malachi's body.
Abomination, a being that was supposed to be lofty and indifferent, finally yelled in terror. With a surge of demonic mana, it pushed Amon away as it desperately attempted to heal its injuries.
Amon landed flatly on the ground as the earth cracked beneath him. Wiping off the blood in his mouth, the transmigrator couldn't help but smile.
"We can do it… We can kill this immortal…"
Swinging Nyx with revitalised vigour, Amon glanced up at the levitating demon and yelled out: "Sir Kassadin! One more time!"
Now that they'd got the hang of it, it was only a matter of time before Abomination would perish under Amon's blade. They just needed to repeat their pattern a few more times, but…
Abomination shrieked with all of its might and did the unthinkable. Rather than await its death, it plunged the massive white sword through its body, much to everyone's astonishment. Amon and Yue in particular… they were frozen solid by the huge turn of events.
It was quite the scene.
Amon, Yue and the Sword Saint were ready to fight to the death, and they were just moments away from achieving victory. Yet, Abomination, the First Calamity and the monster that was supposed to devastate human civilisation… self-destructed?
Unable to make sense of what just happened, the three of them didn't exchange a word. They glanced at the unmoving creature, the tension still palpable in the air. And it quickly became evident… that the battle was far from over.
"It's… absorbing the sword?"
"Malachi's power of death! Abomination is devouring it!"
Though they could see what the Abomination was doing, it was already too late to intervene. The black clouds that had coiled like serpents around its monstrous frame thickened into a suffocating mist, pulsing with malevolent energy.
Demonic power surged through the air, reshaping its body with each wave of corruption. Thunder cracked overhead, and a dense black flame—radiating the very concept of death—formed a barrier that made approach impossible. The air itself grew heavy, thick with despair, as the spectators could do nothing but watch in mounting horror.
Before their eyes, Abomination underwent its grotesque evolution. Moments later, the storm of clouds exploded outward, and from the cocoon of black clouds stepped a new entity—its presence quiet but overwhelming, like the calm before the end of the world.
It landed with solemn finality on the blighted land it had once scarred into existence, standing tall amidst the corruption it had brought into being. It was shaped like a swordsman, its form disturbingly similar to Malachi's—the once-proud Apostle of Subservience.
But this mockery lacked a head. In its place hovered a sphere of seething black flame, a fire that pulsed with the concept of death itself.
The flame did not flicker; it hung in the air like judgment.
Clutched in its hand was a familiar weapon: the Bone Sword, once wielded by the fallen knight. Twisted by demonic power, yet still bearing the essence of its former master. Dıscover more novels at novｅlfire.net
And thus, Abomination walked on the earth once more… not as a summoned Demon, but a newborn in the grounds it terraformed.