Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



"Let's move in. The battlefield has been purified!," Colonel Jackson commanded .

The initial attack was not meant to deliver a fatal blow to Diablo, but rather to neutralize the intense heat emanating from his domain.

Diablo's utilization of flame energy, while formidable, was inherently combined with his own  energy. The very essence of his flames was in direct opposition to the holy energy wielded by the Vatican forces.

The goal was to create a balance and diminish the overwhelming influence of his demonic flames, rendering them less potent and providing an opportunity  to navigate through the fiery terrain unimpeded.

"Let's go!"

SWOOOOOSH!

With their vast experience, the other powerhouse of the Vatican and the Sorcerers of the East seized this moment to attack. They propelled themselves towards Diablo, bridging the three-kilometer gap in less than a minute.

Their extraordinary abilities sustained their fast movement speed as they closed in on their target, wasting no time in starting their assault.

Leading the charge was the Sorcerers of the East, harnessing the power of wind to move faster than the rest. 

"Die, demon!" an old man wearing a long white robe snorted as he flicked his hands, holding a Chinese folding fan. The fan was adorned with a dragon pattern, and as he waved it, a powerful gale of wind began to form.

The gale transformed into a colossal wind tornado, its swirling vortex expanding to an astonishing radius of 500 meters. It loomed before them like an unstoppable force of nature, an immense cyclone with howling winds that seemed to devour everything in its path.

The sheer power emanating from the tempest sent tremors through the ground, shaking the very foundation of the battlefield. Debris and dust danced in the air, caught in the furious whirling motion of the tornado, as it charged forward with an unstoppable might.

Whirlwinds of razor-sharp gusts approached Diablo, slicing through the air with incredible speed and  power. The battlefield came alive with a vibrant spectacle as the wind attacks surged forth, displaying its  power. 

It resembled a force of nature attempting to obliterate him from existence.

"So, this is the power of a Rank SS Elementalist!" Colonel Jackson couldn't help but be shocked by the sheer destruction that a single Rank SS individual could unleash. Now, he finally understood why the United States had always been hesitant to confront the forces of the East.

The power of that tornado alone was powerful enough to potentially sink the largest aircraft carrier in the United States.

As a fellow Rank SS individual, he recognized the immense destructive capability displayed by the wind tornado. However, despite his own formidable abilities, he harbored doubts about his ability to unleash a similar level of devastation.

The magnitude of the wind tornado left him humbled.

"Humans playing with wind," Diablo sneered in contempt.Unafraid by the ferocity of the attack, he showcased his formidable resilience, skillfully conjuring his own flame tornado to counter and deflect the incoming onslaught.

BOOOOOOM!

BOOOOOOM!

BOOOOOOM!

The clash between his fiery tornado and the wind tornado resulted in a cataclysmic explosion, generating shock waves that engulfed the surroundings, throwing the entire area into chaos.

Spotting an opening from the clash, Diablo harnessed his fire as if it were a jet engine, propelling himself forward to immediately close the gap between him and the Elementalist who had initiated the first attack.

SWOOOOSH!

"Die, you insect!" he appeared in front of the old man , his fist ablaze with stored flame energy. He was prepared to kill the Elementalist's with a single devastating strike.

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Diablo's fist made direct contact with the old man's face, generating an impact so powerful that the resulting explosion echoed like the detonation of an atomic bomb.

But instead of enjoying his first kill , he realized he had been deceived. The image of the Elementalist swiftly dissipated, as if it had been nothing more than an illusion, leaving Diablo bewildered and caught off guard.

"Where is that old man?" As Diablo hover in the air, bewildered by the vanishing illusion, a sense of foreboding filled the air. From the depths of the ground, an invisible chains began to emerge, rapidly propelling their way towards him. 

"A trap?" His instincts flared, sensing that something was amiss. 

CHING!

But before he could react, the chains tightened, ensnaring his body completely, leaving him immobilized , his fiery power rendered useless against the mysterious force that had captured him. 

"Diablo, surrender now! Your reign of evil ends here!" Archbishop Sebastian Moretti's voice echoed with unwavering conviction. As his words resounded, the previously invisible chains that held Diablo began to materialize, gleaming with a radiant golden light.

Each link seemed to symbolize the binding of all evil , a holy force that sought to put an end to Diablo's wicked existence . 

"Hypocrites," Diablo's eyes gleamed with defiance as he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Surrender? Me? Don't push your luck mortals! I am the Lord of flame, and no mortal, no matter how righteous you pretend, shall make me yield! Hahaha!" He laughed manically, confident in his perceived superiority and the audacity of those who dared challenge him.

Not willing to let Diablo seize the momentum, the leader of the Archbishop raised his voice, his words resounding across the battlefield.

"Your twisted reign of terror ends today, Diablo! We fight in the name of justice, for the innocent souls you have tormented. Prepare to face the consequences of your sins!"

The Archbishop's declaration pierced through the tension, carrying with it a collective determination and a righteous cause.

"Judgment Call!" Archbishop Sebastian spoke with unwavering resolve, and in response, a colossal angel with five pairs of wings materialized above Diablo.

With a mighty sword gripped firmly in its hands, the divine being exuded a strong aura of power, waiting to unleash its formidable might upon the below it.

"You think I will just stand here and let that fake angel kill me?" Diablo sneered. Suddenly, an immense surge of power emanated from his body, causing the chains that bound him to strain as if on the verge of breaking.

However, to his surprise, the chains grew stronger instead, their resilience reinforced.

He observed his surrounding, and saw three additional Vatican people emerged, each summoning their own high ranking angels to lend their energy to sustain the chain's power.

"Lend us your power, oh holy one,"

"Lend us your power, oh holy one,"

"Lend us your power, oh holy one,"

Then the priest from afar also prayed in unison.

As if responding to the call, a multitude of low-ranking artificial angels joined in, their sheer numbers interlinking with the chains. The combined efforts aimed to fortify the bindings, preventing the Diablo from breaking free and ensuring he remained contained.

On the ground. 

"Damn, are we really needed here?" Colonel Jackson couldn't help but experience conflicting emotions. Was this truly a mission of subjugation? His  doubts and suspicions crept into his mind, casting a shadow over the true nature of their involvement in this battle.

He pondered whether the Vatican had simply invited them here to showcase their power. He couldn't help but find the scene rather ironic .It struck him that the strategy being employed by the Vatican, showcasing their power , was the same tactics often used by the United States during times of war.