Chapter 151: Kohler’s Sudden Power Surge
The moment Abyss looked up, Leona sprang into action.
Her reflexes and perception far surpassed his. As she bowed her head, she had sensed an unfamiliar presence near Givia. Instinctively, she looked up and, seeing Kohler, charged towards him without hesitation, her Dou Qi coalescing into a spear, aimed at the hand holding the Dream Shear.
But her attack, which should have made Kohler flinch, had no effect. He casually raised his hand, blocking her spear effortlessly. It wasn’t a physical defense, but some kind of power that neutralized her attack!
Leona was stunned. It was the first time a mortal had so easily blocked her attack. Even Abyss, on the day they met, had had his bone armor shattered by her casual punch. But Kohler stood there unharmed.
“Abyss, I’ve returned,” Kohler said, ignoring Leona, his cold gaze fixed on Abyss. “Are you surprised? Surprised by my newfound power? Surprised that your defenses around the palace are useless?”
Everyone was stunned. A stranger stood beside their newly crowned queen. Those who recognized Kohler were even more bewildered. How dare this former servant of Kevin return to the palace, stand so brazenly beside the former king and Queen Givia?
“Assassin!”
After a moment of stunned silence, the soldiers reacted, drawing their weapons. Alva and Haina, standing behind Givia, also drew their weapons, their gazes fixed on Kohler.
Kohler, now surrounded by armed soldiers, with archers aiming at him from hidden positions, simply smiled, his expression calm and confident. He raised the Dream Shear and, with a flick of his wrist, made the nearest guard vanish into thin air.
His action signaled the start of the battle. Arrows flew from all directions, dozens of enchanted projectiles hurtling towards him.
Kohler casually waved the Dream Shear, and the arrows vanished, not instantly, not fading away, but simply… gone, their disappearance inexplicable, as if they had never existed.
Givia, her eyes wide with alarm, drew her scimitar, shielding her father.
Leona, who had been charging towards Kohler, was suddenly frozen in mid-air, her body suspended, her expression the only sign that she wasn’t paralyzed.
Flora, abandoning all pretense, chanted a prayer, her voice loud and clear, despite the presence of Church officials. She couldn’t risk Leona’s safety.
Crack!
Dark clouds gathered above, and bolts of blue lightning struck Kohler, hitting him directly.
“Useless,” Kohler said, his voice calm, as if he hadn’t even noticed the attack. He was completely unharmed.
“What?” Flora exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief.
Abyss knew the spell she had used. It was a high-level Divine Art called “Heaven’s Wrath,” a closely guarded secret of the Church. The lightning it summoned was pure divine power, capable of bypassing any defense, reducing its target to ashes—yet Kohler stood there, unscathed.
“I am beyond your reach now,” Kohler said, his gaze sweeping over Flora, Abyss, and Rebecca, who held a potion vial, unsure what to do. His voice was filled with a condescending pity. “And I won’t offer you any mercy. Master has won. Mortals can only kneel before a god’s power.”
He turned to Givia, who was still shielding her father, and with a flick of the Dream Shear, she collapsed, unconscious.
He then turned to Flora, who was about to cast another spell, Rebecca, who was about to drink her potion, and Leona, still frozen in mid-air. With a flick of his wrist towards each of them, they too fell unconscious.
“Now, it’s just you and me, Abyss,” Kohler said, his face now adorned with a satisfied smile, as if he had completed a task. “Do you have any last words?”
“You’ve become incredibly powerful. There must be a reason. Am I within your dream realm?” Abyss asked, his eyes narrowed. “I’m warning you, don’t harm my followers. Or I’ll be very angry.”
“I won’t harm them, but you will,” Kohler said, his voice cold and mocking. “You want to know if you’re in my dream? Not yet, but you will be soon.”
Abyss, without another word, unleashed a powerful blast of magic towards Kohler, who stood there, unmoving, as the magic struck him. The spell should have obliterated him, but Abyss felt its power dissipate upon contact, as if it had been absorbed.
How had he erased his magic? And why hadn’t the Nine Gods intervened? This was a direct violation of their authority! They had the power to intervene directly!
As Abyss prepared to attack again, Kohler raised his hand, the Dream Shear glinting in the light. With a flick of his wrist, darkness engulfed Abyss.
When he regained consciousness, he was standing on a street, holding a strange device, like a water gun, but heavy, not a toy.
“Recognize this place, Abyss? It should be familiar. This is Lavoisier City. And now, you will personally torment your precious followers, until you experience true fear,” Kohler’s voice echoed around him, its tone now blended with that of the Lord of Nightmares.
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