Several massive Night Swords sank a few meters under the meteorite's impact, their blades cracking to varying degrees, but they had ultimately blocked the meteorite that could have destroyed everything.
Aaron's face remained expressionless, but inwardly, he was groaning.
After splitting off a Thoughtform, he had only half his Magic Power left, and he could only wield the strength of an Intermediate Grand Archmage.
Yet Kamar-Taj's magic, the magic infusion for enchanted bullets, Precognition Magic, celestial magic... combined, they had consumed over a third of his magic power.
He couldn't hold on any longer. This time, he would probably have to draw upon the power of the Shadow Dimension ahead of schedule.
And he needed to find a way out of here quickly. Otherwise, forget the Shadow Dimension—even the Thoughtform would be exposed right under Odin's nose.
Aaron silently made up his mind. If he had to choose between exposing the Dimension Demon God and exposing the Thoughtform, he would rather choose the former.
Dimension Demon Gods came in strong and weak varieties. He could be a "weak" Dimension Demon God, but he could not be a "powerful" Holy Magus.
Returning to his senses, Aaron looked at Hela with a meaningful smile. "What do you think of that move?"
"Not bad. But how many more can you summon?"
"Definitely more than you think."
"I'll be watching." Hela spread her arms, and countless Night Swords appeared in midair, densely surrounding Aaron.
Then she clapped her hands together forcefully, and the black longswords that blotted out the sky all shot toward Aaron.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The unceasing shrieks of air being torn apart reached Aaron's ears, irritating him to no end.
"Patronus Guard!"
The instant the incantation left his lips, gentle white radiance rippled outward in layers, blocking the incoming Night Swords.