Blacksmith of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1222: if you know what I know that I know

Seth was momentarily distracted by the notification blare in his head. He had already heard this same notification earlier today. Compared to the painful grind of the past weeks, when he arduously waited for the point of Power of Existence to collect until he could raise the level, it was soaring today.

In a single day, he had gained 8 levels due to the ascension of the four horsemen as well as them and Ceres defeating legends, bringing him to lv.119. He was a little distracted as he got three bonus levels, even though the skeleton dragon was still fighting. Had something happened somewhere else?

A cursed beam of dark power coming his way reminded him that this was not the time to muse about other places. The chosen of Kali was coming at him, they were finally facing each other. Seeing her up close like this, he conjured up some long-buried emotions.

He remembered the things that happened during the evaluation. The desperation and even fear caused by this womanʼs actions, but the blacksmith had never dwelt on these emotions. Early in life, he had become a person who didnʼt look back, but this woman had developed a grudge.

A grudge that, together with her thirst for power, led to many terrible happenings on Urth. He didnʼt know whether Natina was involved from the start, but he couldnʼt help but attribute everything caused by Spatia to her.

The atrocities committed by the Scene and their attack on Mount Agra, the terrorist attacks on the granaries, the interference in their Pythian Games, and the demon attack on Delta with the obvious intent to lay waste to the district. The blacksmith may have been slightly inert when it came to becoming angry on behalf of others, but even his bottom line was long crossed.

~Letʼs go, Oz~

With all these thoughts bubbling up, Seth struck the lyre. The bard had put the Devilʼs Wheel Fiddle away. He needed his hands for this song. Things were supposed to go differently, in the best-case scenario they would have never met face to face. But now, it was on him to bring an end to her story.

The deep notes of the demonic lyre filled the air. After putting his emotions into the initial chord, he let go of the Lyra just before Natina was upon him. Oz kept on playing as Seth began singing his ballad. He was not a class specialized in combat and even their gear was comparable, all he could do was go all in on battle barding with a song to maximize his odds.

It was not just Oz flying beside him. Triggered by the skills of his armor, Seth was accompanied by a host of instruments playing themselves as they floated around him, like an unintentional mirror image of Natinaʼs weapon wheel.
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“Define your meaning of war. To me, itʼs what we do when weʼre bored. I feel the heat cominʼ off of my black soul and it makes me want it more.” Using , Seth started broadcasting an epic ballad without a dedicated receiver into the demonic aether.

The song of violence spoke to many demons, there was no need to limit the audience. Seth could feel the darkness answer his skill and fill his body with the urge to fight. Heat and power were coursing through his veins as he looked at Natina. The necromancer was charging at him with a crazed look, firing skills from the wheel of weapons in her hands.

“Because Iʼm hyped up, out of control. If itʼs a fight, Iʼm ready to go!”

Following the battle instincts he had developed in training and the inspirations flowing into him from the dark aether, Seth whipped out his trump card. the first weapon he had created when he got his hand on an ample supply of . Blue flames licked up the Was-sceptre, easily deflecting the various attacks.

“I wouldnʼt put my money on the other guy, if you know what I know that I know.”

Legendary

Damage: 4444

Mag. Damage 4444

Durability: 10000

1. Blunt Damage is multiplied by 10x

2. +300% Damage against Gods and the divine

3. Stun opponents

4. +200% Magic Damage to Spells

5. Double all combat stats

6. Increase all magic stats by 50%

7. Active Skill: Strike of Seth

A replica of a godʼs divine armament created by the hands of Master Smith,the first Master Blacksmith, Master Enchanter, and Master Goldsmith on Urth with the blessing of the Lord of the Red Land. As an accepted replica, the weapon holds half the power of the original and can only be wielded by those chosen by the Lord of the Red Land.>

“Itʼs been a long time cominʼ and the tableʼs turned around. ʼCause one of us is goinʼ- One of us is going down!” His voice echoed in the valley, drawing all the attention to the fight in the sky. Natina reached the bard standing on the back of the flying golem.

“Stop singing already and die!” she cried, seething. Her arms were made of purple energy swinging a legendary scimitar, a legendary spear, and a legendary sword at him. The told him everything. The swordʼs legendary effect was unconditional sleep, the spearʼs was to ignore defense, and the scimitarʼs to slash wounds that could not heal.

“Iʼm not runninʼ. Itʼs a little different now.”

He was covered in armor that negated weapon damage, making the scimitar and spear useless. Sleep was a mental effect. Laraweg, his helmet, gave him full immunity to mental effects. He ignored all of the attacks and freely swung the scepter in a wave of pale blue soul flame.

A wicked grin appeared on the bardʼs face, as he felt the power in him cheer in elation and it flowed down the staff, together with the various skills Seth activated, such as , and most importantly .

Natinaʼs remaining four energy arms moved to block his attack, while her original arms were doing hand seals to cast a spell. Several barriers appeared around the chosen of Kali, as four legendary artifacts got in the way of the Staff of Seth.

The barriers made with the Power of Kali shattered like thin ice, as his damage against the divine was quadrupled by that staff alone, not counting other effects. The legendary tower shield that was raised, was flung away when its unbreakable effect met overwhelming force and the energy arm could no longer hold onto it.

Another mace of armor destruction was flung away, a glaive of withering was broken and the Axe of Ignoramus was deflected, before the head of the staff, modeled after the set animal, slammed into the necromancerʼs side, protected by the legendary Robe of Gönndalf.

For a moment it was held back by the damage absorption of the robe before the threshold of the enchantment was reached. Finally, the staff sank deep into her flesh, breaking ribs and crushing organs.

Meanwhile, her weapons hit Sethʼs armor and, as predicted, the bard suffered no harm. On the contrary. While the scimitar slid off his vambraces and the sword was repelled by his cuisse, the spear struck Sargas, meaning the damage was not only reflected by the 40% Damage Reflection, but also , before the rest was negated.

As the blacksmith finished his swing, Natina was flung away while suffering 40-70% of the damage of her own attacks, in addition to Sethʼs. All the while weapons and armor crashed into each other, Seth was surrounded by a field of cursed fireballs, as the ego of the Salamander Skin cast Kagorʼs Fire Magic, to attack the faltering Natina.

“ ʼCause one of us is goinʼ- One of us is going down.”