Amon, The Legendary Overlord-Novel

Chapter 257: The Fierce Fight and the Temptation of Power

"Since you won't let us go, I'll make you regret it!" Amon roared. He seemed fiercer than usual. He was far beyond the usually calm and indifferent.

"Amon!" Ariel's voice echoed in the air, full of worry and fear, as she watched his transformation.

The image of Amon, usually calm and indifferent, was replaced by a wild and formidable warrior. The atmosphere around him had changed dramatically, becoming heavy and almost oppressive.

However, despite the sinister aura he exuded, the girls were not afraid of him, instead, they were full of concern, especially after knowing that he had injected a genetic serum with intense side effects.

Mabel was even more surprised to see that Amon did not seem to be suffering. She knew that the serum he had used should cause unbearable pain.

What she did not understand was that, during his 18 years of life, Amon had learned to restrain his emotions, hiding both pain and pleasure, a necessity imposed by his unique genetics.

Feeling pain? Definitely. Amon was still human and, as such, still felt pain. However, his upbringing had trained him to tolerate levels of pain far beyond what most people could endure.

Before Zingringa could fully recover, Amon was already in front of him. The clouds charged with lightning were attracted to the blood-red scythe in Amon's hand.

The moment he swung to strike a blow, lightning descended from the sky towards the scythe, creating a dazzling spectacle. The scythe, which was already intimidating enough, became even more fearsome.

Amon advanced, the scythe in his hand drawing a luminous arc in the air. Every inch of his movement was filled with an incredible murderous intent.

The lightning converged onto the scythe, turning the already threatening blade into a terrifying conductor of raw energy. The light of the lightning pulsed along the blade, making it a spectacle of pure power and destruction.

The girls watched, with wide eyes, the incredible manifestation of power. Even Zingringa, despite his surprise and confusion, could not help but feel a chill of apprehension.

Amon, the calmly indifferent figure they knew, had transformed into an incarnation of rage and power, his attack loaded with the potential to alter the course of the confrontation.

"Wind Devil's Shield!"

Zingringa's cry echoed through the air, and a sinister windshield, so chilling that it seemed to emerge from the depths of hell, formed in windshield unleashed shock waves that spread like a typhoon colliding against an unshakeable wall. The impact produced a front of him.

"Boom!"

The confrontation of Amon's furious scythe against Zingringa's windshield unleashed shock waves that spread like a typhoon colliding against an unshakeable wall. The impact produced a resounding boom, as if the heavens and the earth were being torn apart, sending a rain of debris across the battlefield.

"Boom!"

The scythe rebounded, but Amon, unfazed, attacked again. Once again, the shield held, absorbing the brutal impact of the attack. The force of the impact reverberated through the environment, shaking the earth and making the skies tremble. However, Zingringa, protected by his shield, remained untouched, despite the power of Amon's attack.

"It's not over yet!" Amon roared, continuing to strike blows despite his previous attacks not breaking Zingringa's defense. The source of this ᴄontent is N(o)vel(F)ire

*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Amon's attacks continued in an endless sequence, each strike resounding throughout the area, creating a symphony of thunderous noise and explosions. The rays of bright light that exploded from Amon's scythe illuminated the scene, giving the impression that time and space were being torn apart with each strike. The air around them pulsed with the force of the impacts, and debris flew in all directions each time Amon's scythe clashed with Zingringa's windshield.

Zingringa, however, remained behind the shield, an expression of disdain carved into his face. But despite his calm appearance, no one could tell what was going through his mind as Amon's furious attacks continued. With each strike, Zingringa's shield began to tremble, and small cracks formed and quickly spread. It was clear that the defense was starting to fail.

However, Amon did not slow down. With a power that seemed inexhaustible, he continued to attack full force, his determination unshakeable in the face of Zingringa's seemingly impenetrable resistance.

The young girls watching the scene could not hide their concern. Slowly, Maisa and the others unleashed all the enhancement spells they had, seeking to help in the most effective way possible without hindering Amon in his combat.

Barbara, driven by the impulse to assist Amon, was restrained by Ariel. Although she shared the same desire, Ariel understood that intervention could be more harmful than beneficial.

At that moment, she said to Barbara: "If you interfere, prepare to die and leave Amon even more disadvantaged by seeing you perish without being able to protect you."

The harsh and precise words cut deep, but they were necessary.

Barbara clenched her fists so hard that her nails pierced her own skin, making her bleed. She made a silent vow to become stronger to never have to experience such powerlessness again. The feeling of uselessness when watching the person she loved bravely fighting and not being able to do anything was painfully unbearable.

The twins faced similar anguish. Among all, they were the most ordinary. They did not possess extraordinary talent or powerful unique genetics. Thus, they realized that they would need to strive even harder to keep up with the group's progress.

"It's useless, utterly useless!" Zingringa proclaimed, his voice brimming with arrogance: "You're nothing more than a lion cub. I admit you're talented, perhaps the most talented human to emerge since the Human Emperor, but it's in vain, you're still too inexperienced. Give up, come, you can still be one of my experiments and thus, I'll transform you into a magnificent being, who will reach the pinnacle of your species and become a perfect being. What do you think, huh? Not interested? Don't you want to be even more powerful?" His last words sounded like the seductive promise of a demon.

Zingringa seemed to want to persuade Amon to abandon the fight in exchange for superior power. He seemed to see in Amon a thirst for power that led him to believe that such words could make Amon give in. And, between an unwilling subject and one who volunteered, he clearly preferred the latter option.

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