Second World
chapter-1748

?The smile on Azzarilth's grin caused Eoranth's rage to rise.

"I'm going to wipe that grin out of your face…!!!" Eoranth roared. The air behind him exploded. He shot forward with a burst of speed similar to Wind Jet.

Broidrireg didn't want this battle to last too long. He knew Azzarilth still had some abilities up her sleeves. He had started casting his mega spell ever since he saw Azzarilth lose her Sphere of Svalinn. He expected Eoranth to keep Azzarilth busy enough so he could complete his mega spell.

However, he wanted to again warn Eoranth not to stay within Azzarilth's melee range for too long. He was about to speak when he noticed Azzarilth gazing up at him even while Eoranth was charging at her. His curiosity made him stare at her. Her eyes shone a dark light then.

"Damn it!!" He cursed, but it was too late. He felt his mind enter a state of uncontrollable turmoil. The spell formation he had prepared fizzled out of existence.

Despite having the strongest mind below God's level, Broidrireg still failed to resist Azzarilth's Chaos-inducing Gaze. He struggled as he channeled mana to clear his mind. It was a slow process since he couldn't think straight. His concentration waver at every turn.

While Broidrireg was struggling with his mental state, Eoranth's body slammed into Azzarilth. Azzarilth's chaos armor was no more. Without protection, Eoranth's soul-infused claw easily pierced through Azzarilth's scales. But instead of screaming, she continued to laugh.

"Is that the worst you can do, little pup? Your father fared better before I killed him!" Azzarilth yelled.

"I will kill you…!!" Eoranth shoved his claws again and again into Azzarilth's body, but the mad dragon just laughed at the abuse.

As Eoranth repeatedly clawed Azzarilth's body, wounds started to show. Blood poured out of the wound. Seeing the wounds and blood, an extremely satisfying feeling washed over Eoranth. He felt this intense sense of ecstasy. He wanted to hurt Azzarilth more! He wanted to turn her into a puddle of blood and flesh and then he wanted to hurt her even further!

So, he clawed, and he clawed. He didn't remember how long he had been doing it, but he didn't want it to end. It just felt too good! Azzarilth had turned into an unrecognizable mess and yet, he still thought that it was not enough.

Broidrireg finally gained a semblance of control over his mind. His thought was still a huge mess and he couldn't cast a spell yet, but he could think a little already. He opened his eyes and saw what was going on below.

"No…," He uttered.

What he saw was Eoranth clawing something that looked like Azzarilth but it was not her. It was a dark mess that was neither solid nor liquid. Those who saw the scene would think that Eoranth was punching a giant dark gel.

Azzarilth herself was floating behind Eoranth. She simply stayed near Eoranth without doing anything. She could strike his back if she wanted but she just stayed there showing her devilish grin.

This was what Broidrireg wanted to warn Eoranth before he was hit by Azzarilth's Chaos-inducing Gaze. Azzarilth had another innate talent called the Aura of Madness. The talent caused enemies within her melee range to hallucinate. The longer the attacker was within the range, the stronger the effect.

As for the dark gel Eoranth was hitting, it was a replacement clone produced by her other skill, Chaos Substitution. She used the skill once she sensed Eoranth was hooked by her Aura of Madness. Eoranth's mind was clouded by rage. It made him more susceptible to her aura's influence.

Although Broidrireg couldn't cast spells yet, he wasn't going to just let Azzarilth do as she pleased. He swooped down.

Azzarilth sensed his coming. She knew she couldn't toy with Eoranth longer, so she drove her foreclaws forward. Her claws created long void tears that sliced through Eoranth's back. If Eoranth wasn't protected by soul armor, he would have suffered deep wounds.

Eoranth roared from intense pain. The pain snapped him out of the Aura of Madness' influence.

Azzarilth flew up when Broidrireg almost arrived. She cast Chaos Bombs at the same time. The bombs were thrown at Broidrireg and Eoranth. The explosions kept the two in place while she flew high into the sky.

Eoranth was shaking his head. His mind was still hazy. The feeling of madness was still lingering in his heart. "What… What happened just now…?" He asked.

"She can project an aura that disrupts the mind," Broidrireg told Eoranth. "Don't stay too long inside her melee range."

"You…," Eoranth sensed the chaotic mana within Broidrireg.

"I was hit by her disrupting eye skill. I won't be able to cast spells for a while," Broidrireg explained. He then said sternly to Eoranth, "You shouldn't let your rage blind you. It will be easy for her to make use of that rage and unsettle you. She is unlike any opponent you have faced. Even though your level is the same as hers, she is stronger. You cannot let your guard down. I fought her before with your father and we almost lost. Only through your father's sacrifice that I gained the opportunity to seal her."

"We are not sealing her this time!" Eoranth exclaimed.

Broidrireg sighed. "We are not," he agreed.

"How long until you can cast spells again?" Eoranth asked.

"I'm not sure. Probably a few more minutes," Broidrireg answered.

Azzarilth was waiting for them in the sky. She just floated there with a condescending expression. When she felt the two took too long a time. She cast Chaos Meteor Fall.

A meteor fall spell was powerful but the descent of the meteor was too slow. Against fast opponents, this spell was useless as they could escape the danger radius before the meteor arrived. Broidrireg and Eoranth were surely fast combatants, so this spell was ineffective against them. That's why Azzarilth didn't cast the spell on those two.

The meteor fell where the Allied forces' siege weapons were concentrated.