The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 262: The Tale of Amon the Great (4)

Leon watched Amon's display and let out a long, weary sigh. Once again, Amon had ascended to a height Leon could only dream of reaching. Every time he thought he was close, every time he believed he'd finally caught up. Amon would surge ahead, widening the gap until Leon could no longer see the summit.

Even now, facing the full might of the Demon Cult, Amon showed not a trace of fear. No, it was the Demon Cult that trembled.

Despite their overwhelming power and countless resources, they found themselves powerless before a mere Knight who hadn't even reached twenty-five.

The sight stirred something bittersweet in Leon—a mixture of pride and helplessness.

Pride in his best friend and master's brilliance… and helplessness at how far beyond reach Amon had become.

But Leon's gaze wasn't fixed solely on Amon.

"Lord Agios?"

"Leon… That's Amon Solaris?"

"... Yeah?"

The Solaris Saint trembled, her golden eyes shimmering so intensely that even Leon sensed something was off. She wasn't merely restraining herself… she was holding back.

Agios Solaris had not become the most powerful being of her age by sitting idly in meditation. She was a warrior tempered by fire, forged through unending battle. Time and again, she had thrown herself into clashes against foes of overwhelming might, transcendental beings who had shaped the world itself.

Through those countless trials, she had carved her own path to the summit. And now… before her stood a worthy opponent. One unlike any she had ever faced—even in her golden era.

"Keep talking," Agios ordered. "That way, I can resist this itch."

"... okay."

Leon began explaining Amon's abilities to the Solaris Saint; why he could use Lunar mana, how he'd always surpassed himself—the Hero of this generation, and most importantly… the overwhelming dominance he had over his era.

Many assumed that since Leon wielded Ascalon, this era would be named after him.

But once they witnessed Amon's true might… all of their minds would change.

"What a monster…"

The Solaris Saint had to hold her right arm as it continued to shiver. She ached for battle and lamented the fact that she didn't possess her full might. A duel between a master of Solar mana and Lunar mana! It could potentially elevate her skills to the next level!

Alas, she had already passed on, and the present her was nothing more than a fragment of her original self.

But as she calmed down, a terrifying thought entered her mind.

'Did I just… place him as my equal?'

The Solaris Saint touched her face and realised her usually nonchalant expression had turned into a battle-crazed smile. But it quickly turned into a helpless one.

'I should have been born a few generations later.'

While Leon and the Solaris Saint were busy being innocent bystanders, the Demon Cult didn't have the same ease.

"Quick, kill him! Don't let him attack again!"

Kieran shouted in panic, clearly taken aback by the scene that had just unfolded. Samael was their most significant asset, and he was grievously injured in a single strike. Granted, Samael had underestimated his opponent, but it didn't diminish Amon's ability in the slightest.

The ever loyal Twin Brutes were the first to answer the call.

Leaping forward like their lives depended on it, they swung their battle weapons with immense force. Demonic mana pulsed out from their veins as they combined their energies into a unified blow. The attack seemed to carry enough energy to warp space, and cracks appeared within the fabric of reality.

Amon stood still, considering between dodging and taking the hit straight on. While dodging would save him energy, the strike would ultimately reach where Leon and Ellahan were.

While he was confident in Leon's abilities, he didn't feel the need to risk his life unnecessarily.

Besides, there was something he wished to test.

"Waning Gibbous Moon Parry."

Amon's soul gleamed with silver light as he leisurely swung Nyx. At first, the blade appeared to move slowly, as if it were frozen in time. However, as the energy beam from the Twin Brutes' attack reached Amon's body, the black blade sped up, countering it with immense force.

No, countering it was an understatement.

Amon's blade had reflected the two Apostles' strike.

BOOOMM!!!

The same force that would have destroyed an entire building was sent back to Dante and Damien. Their innate demonic bodies resisted the blow, but it wasn't enough to completely hold it back. Flying backwards like a doll with its strings broken, the two Apostles fell beneath the throne, their bodies bleeding and bones broken.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!"

Damien cursed while Dante trembled, unable to believe that their ultimate ability did nothing to the subject of their vengeance.

Unfortunately, no matter how great their physical ability was, Amon's Lunar Mystic Arts had the perfect counter.

The Waning Gibbous Moon Parry. A mystic art that reflected all physical damage to his opponent, a direct parallel to the Waxing Gibbous Moon Parry, which reflected all magical damage. Theoretically, the only weakness of this ability was the amount of lunar mana it cost. But that weakness was already fixed by Amon's ascension to the Ninth Moon.

At his current level, Amon could continue reflecting every attack from the Twin Apostles of Vegeance without breaking a sweat.

Naturally, Amon couldn't care less about the twins' apprehension and moved in on the prize.

As he dallied on, more meteors appeared in the sky, and it was only a matter of time before Starfall flattened the entire city.

Once again, Amon glided through the void. Ripples appeared in spacetime each time his feet waddled through the air, and eventually, he was right above the Apostle of Domination.

Among all of the enemies in the Demon Cult, Amon rated Kieran the highest, not because of his combative abilities, but because he was the brain of the entire organisation. Without Kieran, the Demon Cult's intelligence and operations would be significantly affected, possibly crippling them completely.

Hence, Amon didn't hesitate in the slightest.

Nyx was swung in the same manner as before, ripping through space and targeting Kieran's unmoving neck. Sword and moonlight condensed in one as a crescent moon turned into a vicious cleaver that yearned for blood.

But before Amon's blade could hit its target, the sound of glass shattering broke his concentration.

'Blocked? How?'

Amon's sword was intangible and unblockable. It could rip one's soul away without them even understanding how. Yet, his sword was blocked for the first time since his ascension. Fortunately, it didn't take him long to deduce the cause.

Ravenna, the Apostle of Grief, stood with her arms out, huffing and puffing while streams of blood flowed down her nose. Amon lowered Nyx down, his golden pupils shining in understanding.

'The Gospel of Grief… Ironically, to prevent grief, it grants the wielder the power to defend against all attacks. How very annoying.'

Amon's waxing and waning gibbous moon parry wasn't the only ability in the world that could defend against all attacks. There were plenty of others, such as the Apostle of Grief's innate ability.

But, in complete contrast to Amon's near-infinite mana source, Ravenna was just a bit weaker.

"Ice Age!!!"

Ravenna did not hesitate, even as Amon briefly lowered his blade. In an instant, a world of ice unfolded around him… swallowing the burning, apocalyptic wasteland and transforming it into the frozen hell of Nifelheim.

Thousands of jagged ice spears burst from the ground, converging on Amon with lethal precision, each one sharp enough to tear through steel. Forced onto the defensive, Amon darted through the storm, the air around him warping as ripples spread across spacetime itself. When he finally reappeared at a distance, his eyes narrowed.

The Apostles he had already defeated now stood before him once more… fully recovered, their auras reignited, barring his path like the undead harbingers of despair.

'Tenacious bastards.'

Amon sighed, knowing that a long, drawn-out battle would only put him in a losing position. Not to mention, the number of meteors falling was now in the hundreds, and it was only a matter of time before thousands of falling stars decimated the capital.

If Amon wished to get a pyrrhic victory… he had to strike now with all that he had.

Nine moons flared to life behind Amon as the entire battlefield fell under the dominion of his Moonlight Sanctum. Beneath him, his reflection, an identical clone, moved in perfect harmony, dancing across the mirror world at his feet.

Each step sent ripples through the mirrored plane, concealing the clone's actual movements and intentions. Then Amon unleashed everything. His most destructive Lunar Mystic Arts cascaded forth in rapid succession.

A tidal wave of lunar energy surged outward, merging with a torrent of starlight that blinded the Apostles. From both Nyx's edge and the blade of Amon's reflection, countless crescent slashes erupted, weaving a storm of silver death.

The Apostles scattered, scrambling to shield themselves from the overwhelming barrage. Yet in their instinctive retreat, they exposed a fatal gap… and Amon seized it.

Shrouded by New Moon Veil, he slipped into the void and reappeared before Kieran in an instant. Lunar mana coursed through Nyx as he raised the blade for the killing blow.

But he froze.

Because Kieran, the Demon Cult's second-in-command, was smiling.

"Too late."

A surge of demonic mana shot skyward, like a pillar of blood. Amon didn't hesitate, though. He swung Nyx down and sliced Kieran in half, shattering the throne behind him in the process. Alas, as the Apostle of Domination said… it was far too late.

From the darkened clouds, a meteor that seemed to cover the entire sky appeared overhead. If the previous meteors were like pebbles falling from the sky, this was a whole mountain. Amon froze, unable to comprehend what Kieran had just summoned.

If that meteor landed on Zephys… no matter if the Staff of Yiirun's barrier was working or not… it was the end of everyone here.

Heck, perhaps the entire continent would be wiped out if that final meteor landed.

And as he glanced down at Kieran's severed torso, he could only see the Apostle laughing manically as he declared:

"We win!"