Just What I Needed (Continued)

Hermes' words left Artemis speechless.

She always cared deeply for the people of the mortal realm. Even in ancient times, she was the deity who bestowed the most divine power upon them.

If she were absolutely certain of her plan, she would never have hesitated over something as trivial as being sent back to the Celestial Realm.

The reason she hadn't implemented this method was because she was afraid that if she didn't control her power well, she would become a supplement to "Antares".

"Alright, take a closer look!"

"Mr. William has succeeded!"

Hermes watched the figure wielding a blood-red spear on the battlefield, the spear, now coated with black, sinister lightning, a stark contrast to its previous state of stagnation.

Bowl-sized holes were left in Antares's body, from which emerald green blood flowed.

Although these injuries were quickly repaired by "Antares" itself, it proved that William did indeed possess the ability to harm "Antares".

"It's actually harder than I expected!"

William shook his wrist, which was already a little sore, although "Swift Thunder Chasing Fang" had given his "Marduk" even greater sharpness.

However, to pierce the spear into that Black Shell, he still needed his own strength and power.

This situation was somewhat of a test for him, who was only a level 3 adventurer. After all, what made him stronger than most people at level 3 was his magical power and agile movement.

His strength and endurance weren't significantly greater than those of other adventurers.

Moreover, he wasn't quite sure what the internal structure of this scorpion was like!

He could only manage to shove the spearhead in; when he tried to push the shaft through the entire body, he couldn't budge it.

"Waaaaaaah!"

The repeated physical injuries caused Antares to let out a sharp roar once again.

The giant pincers and tail stinger lashed out like a storm, and William constantly dodged them with his speed and "Parade of Disguise."

"However, I haven't been doing nothing these past few days!"

William's fighting spirit soared even higher. Having finally encountered an opponent worthy of his full strength, he felt his blood boiling.

There was no way around it, ever since he learned "Swift Wind Chasing Fang," a technique with the power to shatter everything.

Whether it's a monster, a human, or a humanoid race, before his "Swift Wind Chasing Fang," they are all like thin sheets of paper, which he can shatter with a mere poke.

His figure was like a ghost without substance; in the blink of an eye, he was out of the center of the battlefield where "Antares" was attacking wildly.

All that remained was a phantom of him, which he had used magic to linger in place, deceiving it.

"[Pierce!]"

Marduk turned his spear tip around, aiming the blood-red muzzle at Antares's tyrannical single eye.

As William uttered that magical incantation that was uniquely his own.

The magic power erupted within his body like boiling water.

The bones and muscles throughout his body seemed to creak and groan from the force of this sudden burst of power.

This moment!

William channeled all his strength toward the tip of the gun.

Those watching from behind simply couldn't describe the feeling of the black lightning condensed on the tip of the spear.

Unknown!

Dark!

Fear!

It seems that every word that can describe a negative state can be applied to the scene at this moment.

Sweat dripped from William's face, falling onto the cold ground. His hands, gripping the gun, trembled slightly as if he were lifting a thousand-pound weight.

Click!

The black lightning exploded with a loud bang at the tip of the spear, then transformed into a streak of dark light that flashed out.

The jet-black beam of light was so dazzling in the bright daylight, its straight path making its trajectory clearly visible to anyone.

But it's useless!

This attack was infused with all his magical power, and the speed of the lightning was naturally different from before.

His attack speed had long surpassed his previous speed, reaching a level close to the speed of light.

Pfft!

This kind of attack, which is similar to the speed of light, has long exceeded the limits of the human body's ability to dodge, not to mention for a monster as large as "Antares".

The destructive power of black lightning, which inherently possesses the property of Collapse, is already unimaginable. If Antares were to use his sturdy armor to withstand it, there might be a slight chance that he could block it.

But William was targeting its only sensory organ, the eye, the most vulnerable spot for any living creature.

So!

Antares's eyes exploded like balloons, spraying green, red, and white liquids all over its black armor.

Everyone was stunned by the scene before them. They had considered a million possibilities, but the one thing they had never imagined was that such a one-sided situation would occur.

Even Antares was momentarily stunned, because the attack came so fast that the excruciating pain from its Baryon Lance eyeballs hadn't even reached its brain through its nerves.

Aaaaaaahhhhhh!

The belated pain finally reached its brain, and it couldn't understand how this little bug, which it had previously been helpless against, had hurt it.

But now is not the time to think about such things, because its heart is now completely filled with anger.

Even in ancient times, those powerful elves could only deal with themselves by sealing them away.

That's because they simply cannot allow themselves to get hurt in the slightest.

However, now its eyeball has been shattered by a tiny insect it completely looked down upon.

As its rage reached its peak, it used up all the energy it had accumulated within its body over the past few days, leaving not a single drop.