Don’t believe him!”

“He’s the reason Skycloud fell from grace! We can’t let him run amok in our homes!”

“After him! We can kill him together!”

Cloudhawk wasn’t given a chance to make his case . Even if he did, this group wasn’t going to listen to a word he said . He didn’t have enough hard, compelling evidence to change their thinking . In the face of deep-seated prejudice, there was no room for talk .

So be it . If they wouldn’t listen to reason then he would just leave them here . At least they wouldn’t get in the way .

“Whatever you think, I just saved your lives . ” Cloudhawk clasped his hands behind his back and addressed the crowd like an irritated teacher . “If this is how you repay my help you might find it lacking next time . ”

Cloudhawk was strong, but vastly outnumbered . There were a slew of fighters who occupied the highest levels of achievement . He might be able to handle four or five at once, but much more than that and he would find himself in a tough spot .

“Come on!” Siegebreaker barked . “We’re not idiots . You think pretending to be a savior will make us give up this opportunity? Everyone, for the safety of the realm – attack!”

A glint of ridicule shone in Cloudhawk’s eyes as he looked at his defeated foe . Seeing this contempt the veins on Siegebreaker’s head swelled in anger . His recent, embarra.s.sing defeat to Cloudhawk was still fresh in his mind, but whatever the circ.u.mstances he was still a mighty warrior! Such disrespect was untenable .

“Fine . Make your move, then . ” With that mysterious, mocking sentence he turned his back on them as though they were not there . The Elysians looked at one another in hesitation .

“You b.a.s.t.a.r.d, making a show of things!” Siegebreaker’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists . “I want my rematch!”

“Hold!” The voice came from among the crowd . A group of demonhunters pushed to the front – elderly men of station . “We can’t attack him now . ”

Siegebreaker scowled incredulously . “High Priest Gorman Vargas[1]? What are you saying?”

Gorman Vargas was Stormford’s High Priest, a contemporary to Highmorn’s Lucian Ambrose and Skycloud’s Ramiel Caelestis . At this moment the spritely old man bore a serious countenance He had just seen the death of the G.o.d he’d served all his life .

High Priests were the embodiment of their G.o.d’s will on earth . But now his G.o.d was dead, so what purpose did he serve? What would become of Stormford? These were questions that burned in his heart .

A smile touched the corner of Cloudhawk’s lips . Without even turning to look at them he took several steps forward . s.p.a.ce compressed around him, warping his words . “Seems you don’t have the heart . I have a mess to clean up and o time to play with you all . Hang out here and take all the time you need to mull things over . See ya . ”

As his last words hung in the air, Cloudhawk vanished . s.p.a.ce rippled around where he had been for a few moment and then calmed .

The crowd stared at the empty spot for a second before Siegebreaker broke the silence . “Why?!”

“Idiot, are you blind? This isn’t our world!” Gorman cast a withering glare at the martial artist . “His spatial powers are strong . Even if we were a threat, he could simply disappear through dimensions . Even keeping him here is questionable, much less killing him . Say we manage it – then what? How do we return home?”

Siegebreaker finally understood . No wonder the others didn’t act . It wasn’t because they feared Cloudhawk but because he was their only ticket home . If they killed the fiend here, there was no way back . They would be burning their only bridge .

Here they were, stuck! The four realms would be lost without their strongest to defend them! Cloudhawk, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d . Did he intend to lock them up here forever?

Siegebreaker was filled with denial, but what could he do? There was no way out of this prison .

A few minutes after teleporting the Elysians to their new home, Cloudhawk returned to Sky Fortress . He arrived to a scene of devastation . The enchantments that protected the Temple had collapsed and those further out were unstable . Outside, the armada was milling around in confusion and alarm .

They’d just missed being consumed by the explosion . Cloudhawk didn’t know how much power the Sword of Sumeru had contained, but judging by the catastrophic effects left behind he could guess .

When it struck the black curtain, a huge amount of light and energy had been released . The protections hiding the Temple were overloaded and destroyed . However, the structure itself moved at the last moment and avoiding absolute destruction . The Sword swept by and the Temple avoided a direct blow .

Even so, a fourth of the pyramid-shaped Temple was in ruin . The superweapon pierced the inner and outer enchantments to obliterate a hundred or more airs.h.i.+ps . Oxygen fled out into s.p.a.ce and anti-gravity fields failed . In the end, Sky Fortress was teetering on the precipice of collapse .

Below, a motley army approached .

They were Cloudhawk’s allies, arriving just in time . Sky Fortress had suffered a terrible blow and all the soldiers of its inner circle were gone . Of the four Supremes one was dead and another gravely wounded . Only two remained in fighting condition .

If the Cloud G.o.d or several of his strongest fighters arrived to back him up, Cloudhawk was confident they could win this fight!

The Temple! That was his target . It was more than just a link between their world and Mount Sumeru . It was the foundation of divine imperialism . Without them and the endless energy they provided, Elysian lands would never have been established . The G.o.ds would have no way to demand human faith and obedience .

With this in mind Cloudhawk chose not to wait for reinforcement . One man, one sword . He dashed toward the Temple, teleporting across the s.p.a.ce . The structure was badly damaged, but the fact that Sky Fortress still stood meant its powers remained .

He would fix that!

Cloudhawk held G.o.dslayer aloft and a beam of light shot from it, a hundred meters into s.p.a.ce . The Milky Way above was cleaved in two . Like a blazing ribbon, he brought it down upon the Temple to finish what the Sword of Sumeru had started .

Only, just then…

The pupil of his left eye contracted . A scene emerged before him, of a winged beast putting itself between him and his target to take the blow . Another armed and armored Supreme launches at him with a vicious attack .

He takes a punch . Much to Cloudhawk’s surprise even his evolved body is unable to take it . His chest caves in and the damage is absolute . Too late to fight back . His enemy grabs his right arm and rips it off…

f.u.c.k!

At the last instant Cloudhawk moved his strike . The stream moved away from the Temple and out into s.p.a.ce – directly in the path of a silent figure .

The blow from its fist swung wide, Cloudhawk’s sword strike streaked off into darkness as if it had never been . He glowered at the two figures near the Temple, clad in divine armor . He’d seen them once before . The one in black armor had saved the Temple from falling after his fight with the Avatar . He knew the winged one to be a strong and deadly foe .

The War and Dragon G.o.ds .

He knew they would show up . Fortunately he had already defeated one of the Supremes and wounded another, otherwise the four of them together would have been far too much for him to handle . Although he stood there eyeing his new opponents calmly, in his heart he knew a single mistake could mean his doom .

These two G.o.ds were special . They were generals of their race .  

Field Marshalls like them were few among . Living war machines that lead armies from the front . It was they who lead the divine soldiers against demonic hordes in the Great War .

Dragon G.o.d and the War G.o.d were such commanders .

In regards to direct combat power, both were superior to the likes of the Cloud G.o.d, the Lightning G.o.d or the Light G.o.d . Meanwhile, Cloudhawk was greatly drained and wounded from the obstacles up to this point . Against these two enemies he was looking at a deadly uphill contest .

1 . Gorman, irish for ‘little blue one’ and Vargas, Spanish for hut . His Chinese name is ‘blue hut’

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