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Chapter 632 Stats of True God

　　The impact of the two colliding with the ground sent shock waves that created a giant crater, making the ground rise like a tidal wave before falling. Most of the soldiers retreated in time to avoid the impact, but the ensuing dust cloud blinded their vision.

　　Another deafening sound echoed from within the dust cloud before a figure came hurling from within it. The dust parted ways as General Perli tore through it and landed a few feet in front of them.

　　"Major!"

　　"General!"

　　The rest of the soldiers panicked when they saw their General get thrown flying, but the man in question was unharmed. After a slight pause, the man jumped with one quick motion and landed on his feet. Then he spat blood on the ground.

　　"… how the hell did all of you get here?" asked General Perli with genuine confusion, before he turned toward Arthur. "Did you save my men, kid?" asked the major, to which Arthur nodded. "Then you have my gratitude."

　　"Maybe I would make use of it after we survive," said Arthur before glaring toward the center of the dust cloud, then raising his eyes toward the sky. "The minions are here."

　　"Ah, my birdies!" shouted Amelio while dusting himself in the middle of the battlefield. "Take out the weaklings, but keep them alive. I'm not sated."

　　The dust cloud cleared under the flapping wings of the Skywalkers. Each one of them looked like a celestial angel, with their humanoid bodies and giant wings. However, they were closer to being demons in this scenario.

　　"They have captured the Great Wings of Freedom!" shouted Arthur toward the Skywalkers, using the Alvan Language. The demi-humans were shaken to their core as they listened to their old motto. "Your race ruled the skies, but now you answer to a calamity!"

　　"Oh, ho?" muttered Amelio as he rubbed his chin. "You speak the Alvan Tongue fluently. It seems that the vessel was right about a lot of things, and that means… that killing that woman will make you lose control."

　　"… what did you say?" glared Arthur at the man with rage as he stumbled forward. "Who do you mean by that?" his hands trembled with rage, as his vision narrowed.

　　"It seems I am already halfway there," smiled Amelio before raising his finger and pointing in a certain direction. "I'm not from this world, so I wouldn't know the address, but the southeast of Avarice Dungeon should be…"

　　It was the location of Arthur's house. The blood flowed through his veins, carrying an unbearable amount of rage. The confirmation that his father not only endangered his wife but also made her a target left Arthur in disbelief.

　　"I will kill both of you," muttered Arthur while shaking as his killing intent leaked from his body, and there was no restraining it. The killing intent was not just an aura or a feeling that he had, but a manifestation that appeared in reality as a black miasma.

　　"What is happening to this kid?" asked the lieutenant general as the killing intent pushed him back. "It is almost as if… we are facing two calamities."

　　"This is not the aura of a young man," said General Perli while squinting his eyes. "There is something very primal within this man, and it does not listen to reason."

　　"You've shown your true colors, at last," said Amelio with a giant grin, as his veins turned black. "I knew all along that we are the same! The path to strength does not take us forward, but a retrace to our ancestors!"

　　"… shut the fuck up," a hoarse voice leaked out of Arthur's mouth as he took a step forward. The ground beneath him disintegrated as a pillar of black light came from the sky and fell atop him. "I will never let you… harm my family…"

　　"There it is!" shouted Amelio as he threw away his cloak, revealing the toned muscles beneath them. Scars covered his body, but they didn't seem to come from a weapon, but from the claws of monsters. His clothes were ragged and dusted as if he hadn't washed them for years. "The last remains of your former powers, the Holy…"

　　Amelio didn't get to finish his words, because the robed figure appeared in front of him and clawed his face. Arthur raised the man off his feet before slamming him to the ground. The impact shook the world, and the man's head was buried deep underground.

　　"… is that a human?" muttered the scholar knight with fear as he adjusted his glasses. "What do we call a man who strikes down a calamity?"

　　"A savior," muttered General Perli, "but this is far from being over. I don't know how that kid got such powers, but that man is the actual monster here."

　　As he finished his words, Amelio punched Arthur in the guts. The attack sent him flying toward the sky after spewing blood, and soon, Arthur couldn't be seen anymore.

　　"Damn brat," rose Amelio without a single wound. "Don't surprise me if you lack the power to endanger my life. I almost go my hopes up! Oya, Skywalkers! Stop watching the show and get to work!"

　　"Anyone who is not a general, lead your men and stop those creatures! As for the rest, surround the calamity and begin the operation!"

　　Despite things not going their way, the soldiers resumed their plan. Their formation was impeachable as they spread and began diving into the enemy forces, but it seems Amelio didn't care. Instead, he kept staring at the sky.

　　"Oh ho, he is coming back!"

　　The calamity's words made the soldiers lookup. From within the cloud descended a meteor of darkness before it was revealed to be Arthur diving back toward the calamity.

　　"It seems one punch was not enough to kill the breaker," grinned Amelio as he took a stance and held his right fist with his left palm. "Let me show you what happens when you combine the ultimate stats with the ultimate martial art! Heavens Wave, First Stance!"

　　There was a loud noise, as if the air was being vacuumed into Amelio's fist. Then veins bulged around his hands, and his feet dug deep into the ground.

　　Arthur stared at the scene with a calm face and kept diving toward Amelio. The earlier punch almost killed him instantly, if not for his last-minute resort to creating a barrier around his body. However, that punch was with Amelio half-buried in the ground, and the stability of the world backed this one.

　　[Inspect]

　　A rune appeared around Arthur's eyes that allowed him to read the stats of the enemy before him. His frown deepened the moment he saw the strings of numbers that did not seem to belong to a human, but a true god.

　　[Strength: 2999]

　　[Agility: 2048]

　　[Stamina: 2347]

　　[Perception: 1709]

　　[Mana: ???]

　　Arthur saw the stats of Mistletoe before, and he had himself as a reference as well. If he tried to gauge what rank Amelio was, then it was a rank that the world hadn't reached yet. It might be something that existed in the world before the split, but never again.

　　'My stats are a tenth of his,' thought Arthur, as the feeling of despair grew. 'However, that does not mean I am tenth of his power. Stats were never linear with strength. That means, if I am hit with this attack, then I die.'

　　There was only one person in this world capable of harming Amelio… and that was Amelio himself. Arthur couldn't see Amelio's mana stat, but it didn't seem like this monster can use it.

　　'A method to make Amelio harm himself,' pondered Arthur. 'An illusion? His perception stat can counter that. Submission Creator Art? That would work on those weaker than me.'

　　"You will die if you take this, kiddo!" said Amelio. "And after you die, I will kill that mother of yours! The outcome will be the same whether you live or die!"

　　Arthur knew as much because the only way the outcome to be different was for Amelio to die. Therefore, no matter what it takes, and how many bones break… Arthur had to stop him.

　　"Your attack is not enough to harm me, weakling," said Arthur as he dove straight toward Amelio. The moment the calamity heard Arthur's words, it attacked with unprecedented rage.

　　"I will tell the vessel you wanted to die!" shouted Amelio as he punched. It was the first time that such an attack appeared in this world, and calling it a weapon of mass destruction was an understatement.

　　"There is only one method left," muttered Arthur as a rune appeared, and then another that looked the same. Soon, countless runes appeared around him, draining most of his mana. "Even if the remaining attack would kill me, I need to—"

　　[Reflection]