Hitman With A Badass System

Chapter 1312  Harry and the Dark Lord is about to meet

The sky was filled with a spectacular display of spells, making even the grandest fireworks in Awor pale in comparison. Harry and his friends watched in awe as icy spikes and lightning dragons filled the sky. However, none of these spells could touch the Dark Lord; his dark beams cut through everything in their path.

"Holy shit," Thrain gasped, unable to believe his eyes.

The spells from the angels and elders, no matter how powerful, were effortlessly neutralized by the Dark Lord's dark beams. It was clear to them that he was toying with his enemies. The question was why. As students, they didn't know the portal to the Skyhall realm was within the Mazeroth Academy. They assumed the Dark Lord was here to destroy the academy as part of his revenge against the Skyhall.

Meanwhile, the shield surrounding the academy glowed brighter, absorbing the impact of the spells and protecting the castle. Harry and his friends realized it was only a matter of time before the Dark Lord killed the remaining two Half Celestial stage elders. Harry felt a strange sense that something more was at play.

"I need to stop him," Harry said firmly, watching the Dark Lord's dark beams narrowly miss the white-haired elder's neck.

"Stop him? Stop the Dark Lord? Are you crazy?" Lyria gasped, shocked at Harry's declaration.

For a moment, they couldn't believe what they had just heard from their friend.

"Harry, no," Clara said firmly, her tone motherly and concerned. But Harry's determined expression showed he was resolute.

"The hell you will. I'm not getting yelled at by your mom again. That woman scares the shit out of me," Thrain growled. The memory of Lailah berating him for leaving Harry alone to explore the forest outside the Mazeroth was still fresh in his mind. Despite Lailah's gentle and kind nature, Thrain feared a mother's wrath.

The dark beams continued to cut through the various spells cast by the Skyhall angels, creating chaos and fear. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Keep firing! Don't let up!" one elder barked desperately, his voice tinged with fear.

"We have to stop him! Hit him with everything you've got!" another elder shouted, trying to rally the angels.

Despite their orders, the Skyhall angels were growing increasingly frantic, their attacks becoming more erratic as they realized the Dark Lord's power was far beyond anything they had faced before.

Inside Headmaster Wulfric's office, Professor Lane watched the scene through an orb on the table, his frown deepening with each passing moment. Headmaster Wulfric, a wise and kind old man with a long beard, stood beside him, his eyes filled with concern. Professor Kayla, a stern but fair woman with a sharp gaze, was also present, her hands clasped tightly together.

"The Dark Lord is toying with them," Lane said with frustration and a hint of admiration.

 "His power is...unbelievable."

"Indeed. His vengeance against the Skyhall is consuming him," Wulfric replied softly, his eyes never leaving the orb. After hearing Wulfric, the two professors looked at each other. They both knew the history between the Dark Lord, the Skyhall, and the Prophecy of Qin Jiu. As much as they wanted to see the unfolding events in black and white, they couldn't because the Skyhall did many atrocious things in the name of the greater good. And now, they were reaping what they sow.

"This isn't just about revenge. This is about making a statement. He wants to show the Skyhall and everyone else that he's not to be trifled with," Kayla shook her head. "He was one of my best students. I taught him so much, yet I never imagined this would be his path," Lane sighed, his usual cold demeanor slipping for a moment. Professor Lane, known for his stern and intimidating presence, was feared and often hated by the students. His black robes and severe expression, combined with his harsh teaching methods, made him a figure of dread in the academy. Yet, Wulfric knew Lane's side that no one else knew. Deep down, Lane cared for his students in his own way, and seeing one of his best students causing so much death and destruction despite his reasons still hurt him deeply.

"None of us did. But now we must deal with the reality of his power and his wrath." Wulfric placed a comforting hand on Lane's shoulder. As they watched, Wulfric waved his hand, and the orb shifted its view to the courtyard where Harry and his friends stood, looking up at the Dark Lord in the sky.

"It's time they meet. This meeting will determine the fate of all the realms." Wulfric said, his voice heavy with the weight of the decision.

On the other hand, Michael smirked as he looked at the fear and desperation on the elders' faces. He imagined them casting memory-altering spells and torturing Diana all those years ago to make her let him go. He imagined the torture they put his mother and him through. Thus, his hatred and vengeance fueled his dark side. And for the first time, Michael wanted to play with his targets before ending them.

Michael cracked his neck, signaling he was about to finish the cat-and-mouse chase. With that, he dashed toward the white-haired old man, casting the Silenes spell. The world around them slowed, and time itself seemed to bend. Clara and Harry's friends gasped, the shock evident on their faces, while Clara closed her eyes, knowing what was about to happen when they saw the Dark Lord catch the old man by his neck.

Ignoring the oncoming spell from the other Half Celestial elder, Michael focused solely on the old man in his grasp. Lightning bolts crackled around the elder's fingers, forming a colossal serpent made of pure energy that hissed and roared, but Michael didn't flinch. His eyes bore into the old man's, and with the Soul Stare, the overwhelming power coursed through the elder's very being. Fear consumed him, causing him to squirm and shake violently until his heart couldn't take it anymore, exploding in his chest.

As the life left the old man, Michael opened his mouth. A white wisp, the old man's soul, drifted toward him and disappeared into his mouth. The very essence of the elder was consumed.

At that moment, the powerful serpent spell from the remaining elder collided with Michael. The impact was tremendous, causing a bright flash that made many close their eyes in instinctive reaction to the blinding light. Although the light from Noah's death had dimmed the world, this blinding flash was still bright enough to make everyone instinctively close their eyes. People in the mortal realm were still adjusting to the eerie darkness, and it would take years for them to fully adapt to the endless night.

"Holy shit! Did you see that?" Thrain exclaimed while Aric and Lyria exchanged bewildered glances. "How did he do that?" Lyria whispered.

 "What kind of spell was that?"

Harry, who had seen the entire scene unfold, swallowed hard. "It was something that affected the soul," he explained.

"My father just looked at him and... killed him."

"Fuck, that's terrifying," Thrain muttered.

But their words were abruptly cut off when the spell from the other elder hit Michael. The Dark Lord threw the elder's lifeless body aside as the spell didn't even scratch his armor. Slowly, Michael turned around in the sky, his eyes locking onto the remaining elder who froze in fear.

"That was pathetic," Michael chuckled.

. "He's going to kill him, isn't he?" she whispered, though she already knew the answer.

"No shit genius. That's what he does." Thrain, still processing the horrific sight of the elder's death, nodded grimly.

Without wasting a second, Michael raised his hand, dark lightning bolts crackling around his fingers. The energy grew more intense as he prepared to fire.

But then, Clara, Aric, Lyria, and Thrain turned to their side and realized Harry was nowhere to be found. Panic surged through them.

"Where's Harry?" Lyria gasped, looking around frantically. The next moment, Thrain's eyes widened in shock as he looked up at the sky. "Fuck," he muttered, seeing Harry flying straight toward the Dark Lord on his sword.

Michael sensed a strange energy approaching and turned his head to see Harry flying toward him. At that moment, the elder also noticed Harry and decided to turn him into a hostage. However, Michael wasn't about to let that happen. He fired a lightning bolt straight at the elder's head, splattering blood across the sky.

Harry froze on his flying sword, watching the elder's body fall. It took him a few moments to snap out of his stupor. He had never seen death so up close, and the warm droplets of blood on his face made the reality even more jarring.

"I'm going after him," Clara snapped out of her shock, immediately taking her flying sword from her space ring and stepping on it. Before the elven twins or Thrain could respond, she shot toward the sky.

"Wait…" Thrain tried to protest, but the elven twins, loyal and always mischievous and adventurous, did the same. They shot toward the sky, following Clara, leaving Thrain behind.

"I need to find better friends. These assholes will be the death of me," Thrain grumbled. Despite his complaints, he couldn't abandon his friends. With a determined sigh, he dropped his axe to the ground, stepped onto it, and soared into the sky. Loyalty ran deep in his veins, and not even the Dark Lord could scare him away if his friends were in danger.