Hitman with a Badass System
chapter-932

As the red mist cleared, the battlefield was a gruesome sight to behold. The ground was stained red with blood, and body parts were scattered everywhere. The air was filled with the stench of death and burning flesh. The surviving guardians and soldiers were in a state of shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. They looked around, trying to make sense of the carnage that had taken place.

The storm continued to rage on, and the darkness that had enveloped the battlefield made it almost impossible to see. The only light came from the occasional flashes of lightning that illuminated the sky, revealing glimpses of the destruction and chaos that surrounded them. The wind howled through the ruins of buildings and the debris that littered the ground, making it difficult to hear anything but the roar of the storm. It was a disorienting and terrifying experience with no end in sight. The darkness seemed to press in on them from all sides, making it hard to breathe and adding to the overwhelming sense of fear and dread.

The once bustling city was now a desolate wasteland. The buildings were destroyed, and the streets were empty except for the piles of rubble and debris. The storm still raged on, but the thunder was muffled as if it was mourning the loss of the fallen soldiers. The sky was still pitch black, and the darkness seemed to have consumed everything.

The guardians and soldiers looked at each other, their faces a mix of horror and disbelief. They knew they had just witnessed something beyond their understanding, something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

As everyone's eyes were fixed on the pitch-black sky, the black clouds loomed closer and closer. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness and slowly descended toward them. The flashes of lightning illuminated his figure, revealing the ominous presence of the Dark Lord. His form was engulfed in a shroud of darkness. The billowing black coat he wore whipped around him in the violent wind, and the two swords on his back were fashioned in the shape of a menacing 'X'.

The Dark Lord's eyes glowed with a devilish light, a menacing blend of red and black that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to look directly into them.

His arrival stunned everyone into silence, and as they sensed his cultivation level, their hearts began to race with fear. He was at the Half Celestial level, and the power that radiated from him was suffocating. The darkness that enveloped him seemed to spread and expand, leaving the battlefield in even deeper darkness.

The guardians and Nagaland soldiers could feel the weight of his presence, and the atmosphere around them became heavy and tense. The storm that had been raging seemed to quieten down in comparison to the arrival of the Dark Lord. His presence was overwhelming, and it was as if he was challenging anyone to dare to oppose him.

As the Dark Lord descended, the very air around him seemed to change. Even the vampires and the undead fell to their knees in fear, paying their respects to his overwhelming power. His gaze was fixed solely on the castle's rooftop, and he floated towards it with menacing grace. The angels surrounding the group felt the pressure building around them, suffocating them with his dark aura.

"We are not prepared for this battle," the leader of the angels muttered. His voice was devoid of any emotion. He quickly retrieved a golden scroll from his space ring, attempting to teleport away to safety. But before he could even activate the spell, an invisible force snatched the scroll from his grasp, rendering him helpless.

While Rowena watched the Dark Lord approach, she felt his power radiating off him like an all-consuming force. She couldn't even bring herself to move, as though she was frozen in place by the weight of his aura. Despite her own power, she knew that she was weak before him.

But even as fear and awe took hold of her, she was filled with a fierce determination to protect her family.

When the angels attempted to retreat, a shroud of darkness descended upon each of them, wrapping around their bodies like a twisted embrace. They were pulled towards the Dark Lord. His eyes fixed on them without uttering a single word. Each of the angels struggled and screamed as the darkness ripped them apart, their bodies torn into pieces. Blood splattered everywhere as their cries echoed across the battlefield.

Sabrina watched in horror as the Dark Lord showed no mercy, his power overwhelming even the strongest of angels. She trembled as the sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing filled the air, unable to look away from the gruesome scene before her. The darkness seemed to consume everything in its path, leaving nothing but destruction and death in its wake.

Finally, the screams subsided, and the darkness dissipated, leaving behind nothing but the remains of the angels. Sabrina felt sick to her stomach, unable to comprehend the ruthless power of the Dark Lord. She knew they were all in grave danger and needed to find a way to survive the coming onslaught.

The darkness consumed the angels' bodies and armor and disintegrated into nothingness as the dark flames engulfed them in mid-air. Not even a speck of ash was left behind as the intense heat of the flames radiated to the ground, filling the air with the smell of burning flesh. Witnessing the ruthless power of the Dark Lord, the guardians, and Nagaland soldiers could feel their stomachs churning at the gruesome sight before them.

The onlookers stood in stunned silence as they watched the Dark Lord unleash his unparalleled power. The destruction of the Holy Maiden's floating palace, the bloody explosions of the Nagaland soldiers and guardians, and the disintegration of a group of Half Immortals were all carried out with ruthless efficiency, without the utterance of a single word. Even the Dark Queen and Azazel, who had witnessed their fair share of bloodshed, felt a tinge of fear in their hearts as they watched the carnage unfold before them. Yet, the Dark Queen knew that this was the inevitable consequence of Norvin's killing of Nightmare, and the Dark Lord's wrath was merely a manifestation of that event.

As the Dark Lord's gaze turned towards them, Diana felt a surge of fear run through her. Her heart raced as she realized that her son, Noah, was in a coma and unable to defend himself against the Half Celestial's power. She knew that no one else there knew the truth of the Dark Lord's identity, and the thought of Noah being caught in the middle of this battle terrified her.

The Dark Lord descended toward the rooftop where Supreme Guardian Noah was floating, with Rowena shielding her family and taking slow steps back. The atmosphere was tense as the remaining guardians, in an act of loyalty towards their beloved Supreme Guardian, turned their cannons towards the Dark Lord. The sense of determination was palpable as they prepared to do everything in their power to keep the Dark Lord away from Noah.

Suddenly, hundreds of cannons fired at the same time, sending cannonballs soaring through the sky toward the Dark Lord. However, the Dark Lord calmly raised his finger, and with a flick of his wrist, hundreds of black lightning bolts descended from the dark clouds, striking down the cannonballs mid-air. The lightning bolts continued to strike the airships, causing them to explode in a shower of sparks and debris. The sheer power and precision of the Dark Lord's attack left everyone stunned and shocked.

When the Dark Lord turned his gaze toward Noah's family, his eyes glowed with a fierce intensity. The black and red hues emanating from his eyes made it clear that he was consumed with rage. Rowena, shielding her family with her body, spoke his name softly, "Ghost..."

Her voice trembled with fear, the first time anyone had heard such uncertainty in her voice. It was understandable, given the overwhelming odds they were facing. The Dark Lord was furious, consumed by the loss of his beloved Nightmare. Rowena knew that she had to try and reason with him, "Don't do this," she pleaded, hoping that she could somehow appeal to his humanity.

The Dark Lord remained silent, consumed by his rage and grief. Memories of the baby dragon perched on his shoulder, its tails coiled around his neck, flooded his mind. The wet licks the dragon had given him, the playful antics they had shared, and the bond they had formed came rushing back, intensifying his emotions. The death of Nightmare had triggered something inside him, a burning desire to avenge his fallen companion.

As the memories consumed him, the Dark Lord's eyes flared up, glowing with a dangerous mix of black and red. He raised his hand, and the air around him crackled with dark energy. Rowena, sensing the danger, stepped forward and called out to him, using his name. But the Dark Lord was not in the mood for talking or listening to pleas. The thought of slaughtering every single guardian and everyone Noah held dear consumed him, fueling his anger and determination.

Rowena bravely stepped forward, hoping to appeal to the Dark Lord's sense of reason as he let out a menacing growl that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Go away," he snarled in a voice filled with rage and malice, his words echoing through the darkened sky like thunder. His eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity, and the air around him crackled with dark energy. It was clear that he was not in the mood for mercy or compassion.

Despite the overwhelming danger, Rowena stood her ground between the Dark Lord and Noah. She was not going to back down, especially when it came to protecting her family. As the Dark Lord continued to approach, Rowena summoned the Cold Flames, a primordial flame of icy blue that was known for its extreme cold. The air around them immediately dropped in temperature, and the flames crackled with a blue light that illuminated Rowena's determined expression.

The Cold Flames were unlike any other flame in existence, as they were born from the very beginning of the universe. They were said to have the power to freeze anything they touched, even other flames. As Rowena summoned the flames, they erupted around her, swirling and dancing like a blizzard of ice and fire.

Diana desperately tried to stop Rowena from fighting her own brother, the Dark Lord. But before she could intervene, Rowena charged at the Dark Lord, her hands ablaze with the icy blue primordial flames. With all her might, Rowena threw a punch at the Dark Lord, but he effortlessly caught her fist in his hand. The Cold flames burned brighter, but they were no match for the Dark Lord's dark flames that appeared around his fist, coiling around the Cold flames like a snake around its prey. The two flames struggled against each other, but soon the dark flames overwhelmed and devoured the Cold flames, leaving Rowena stunned and defenseless.

The dark flames around the Dark Lord's fist burned hotter and darker than anything Rowena had ever seen. It was a symbol of his immense power and control over the darkness. Diana watched in horror as her daughter was overpowered by her own son, unable to do anything to stop the impending doom that was about to befall them. The Dark Lord's eyes glinted with darkness as he pulled Rowena towards him, holding her by the neck.

"Stop!" Diana's voice echoed through the air, but it was too late. The Dark Lord's fist collided with Rowena's stomach, shattering her armor into pieces. She was thrown backward with immense force, crashing through the rooftop and leaving a trail of debris in her wake. The impact was so great that the ground shook beneath them, and a shockwave rippled through the air. The guardians and Nagaland soldiers watched in horror as Rowena's body slammed into the ground, unmoving.

As Rowena crashed through the rooftop, Sabrina's heart sank with fear. She ran towards her sister, screaming her name as she knelt beside her.

"Rowena!" Sabrina shouted, tears streaming down her face.

Rowena coughed up blood as she struggled to sit up, but her body failed her. Sabrina sobbed in pain and despair as she saw her sister's condition. She knew how strong Rowena was, and seeing her like this was heartbreaking.

She wept uncontrollably as she watched her sister slip away, feeling completely helpless in the face of the Dark Lord's power.

Diana felt every fiber in her body ache with the urge to rush to Rowena's side, but she knew she couldn't leave Noah alone. She was the only thing standing between the Dark Lord and Noah. She gritted her teeth and remained where she was, her eyes locked on the Dark Lord's menacing figure. The sight of Rowena being sent flying through the air filled her with a sense of helplessness and despair. She had already lost one son and would not lose another one.

Diana's heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched the Dark Lord, her own flesh and blood, stand before his twin brother with the intention to take his life. The pain of seeing her own son filled with such rage and hatred was unbearable. It was a pain that only a mother could understand.

As Diana stood there, she couldn't help but feel helpless and lost. No one knew the truth that the Dark Lord and Noah were brothers, not even the brothers themselves. It was a secret that Diana had kept hidden for so long, a secret that was now tearing her apart. She was torn between her love for both of her sons, and the duty she had to protect Noah.

Diana could feel the weight of the world on her shoulders as she stood between her two sons, one consumed by darkness and the other floating in a coma. She wished she could tell them the truth, wished she could tell them that they were brothers, but the timing was never right. And now, with the fate of both her sons hanging in the balance, Diana was left with nothing but the crushing pain of a mother torn apart by the love for her two sons.

Diana felt torn between her duty as a mother to protect her children and the fear of the consequences that might come with revealing the truth. She knew that the only way to stop the Dark Lord and save Noah possibly was to reveal the truth. However, the thought of tearing apart the fabric of their world and the possible backlash from the other factions was overwhelming, especially the Skyhall.

Her heart felt heavy with the weight of her decision, and tears streamed down her face as she watched her two sons face off against each other. She knew that the truth would change everything, but it was the only way to end this violence and the Dark Lord's slaughter possibly.

As a mother, it pained her to see her sons fight each other, but she also knew that they were both powerful beings who could not be stopped easily. She had to make a decision that would not only affect her family but the fate of their entire world.

Diana's heart was torn between her love for her two sons. She couldn't bear the thought of them fighting each other, especially since they were unaware of their true relationship. She knew that revealing the truth would have severe consequences, but she couldn't let them fight to the death. Diana made up her mind that she would rather face the consequences and die than witness her sons killing each other. The pain in her heart was so great that she was willing to sacrifice herself to save her sons from this terrible fate.

In that moment, she realized that her love for her sons was stronger than any fear or consequence. She was willing to risk everything to protect them, even if it meant sacrificing her own life.

"D-Dean, listen to me. You and Noah, you're brothers. You're both my sons," Diana said, her voice shaking with emotion.