CHAPTER 530: YOU TALK TOO MUCH

BOOOOM!

In an instant, a terrifying surge of power exploded across the sky. Everyone’s expression shifted—tension and cold dread swept through the air like a storm front. And right then, a monstrous figure appeared, looming in the heavens.

Right at the heart of the swirling black clouds.

"Vaelstra!" Seraphina growled through clenched teeth. "My Lord, that’s her—one of the Five Overlords under the Dark Sovereign! She’s the one who’s been hitting us hard lately, causing serious casualties."

Hovering high above, Vaelstra stared down at them with icy contempt, her face twisted into a mocking sneer.

"Emerald Castle? Hah! You pathetic insects again? I didn’t even bother hunting you down, and yet here you are, walking straight into your own graves? You must really have a death wish."

She let out a low, cruel laugh.

"Well then, allow me to grant it."

BOOM!

CRACK-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM—

Her voice, cold and domineering, echoed across the sky like a thunderclap.

And then, Vaelstra unleashed her power.

Bolts of lightning tore through the clouds, screaming across the sky.

The shockwaves rippled outward, shaking the air with a deafening roar.

CRACKLE—BOOM!

Everyone flinched, their faces tightening in alarm.

No one had expected this—Vaelstra wielded lightning with terrifying force.

And then—

In her hands appeared two pitch-black orbs, pulsing with dark energy.

"What the hell..." Ethan’s eyes narrowed. He recognized those. That ability—he’d seen the Dark Sovereign use it before.

A rare and deadly innate skill.

And now Vaelstra had it too?

BOOOOM!

The sky rippled with raw, violent energy.

The invading forces were instantly engulfed in the storm.

Ethan’s gaze sharpened. He turned to the woman beside him—Ataneya.

"Ataneya. She’s yours."

Ataneya, an SS-ranked Crimson Ultimate Hero and a master of thunder, was more than a match for Vaelstra. Against someone like her, it wouldn’t even be a fight—it’d be a slaughter. And if they wanted to keep casualties low, this was the best move.

No hesitation.

"Yes, my Lord!" Ataneya was already itching for a fight. This was her first battle outside the Dark World, and she wanted a worthy opponent to break in her blades.

Vaelstra wasn’t exactly impressive, but she wasn’t a pushover either. Good enough to warm up on.

"Don’t worry, my Lord," Ataneya said with a wicked grin. "I’ll bring you her head as a gift."

She was practically vibrating with excitement. In a flash—whoosh—she launched herself into the sky, straight at Vaelstra.

The moment she moved, the power of her Shadowstorm Domain erupted around her.

It was overwhelming.

A crushing force that tore through everything in its path.

BOOM!

Dark energy surged, fused with thunder, and exploded outward in a violent shockwave. The sky split open, and the storm clouds Vaelstra had summoned were obliterated in an instant.

"What?!" Vaelstra’s pupils dilated in shock. Her face twisted in disbelief.

She was strong—maybe not quite SS-level, but damn close. In this dungeon, she was top-tier.

And yet...

The pressure coming off this woman—it was suffocating.

There was only one explanation.

She’s SS-ranked?!

"No... no way!"

Panic hit her like a punch to the gut. She stumbled back, eyes wide, voice trembling.

"You... you’re not from this world, are you? Why? Why are you interfering in our war?!"

"Shut up. You talk too much," Ataneya snapped, not even bothering to look at her.

She raised her weapon, lips moving as she chanted a spell.

"Die."

The power she unleashed was monstrous.

It surged toward Vaelstra like a tidal wave of death.

And if Vaelstra’s lightning was wild and explosive—

Ataneya’s thunder, fused with darkness, was something else entirely.

A force unlike anything this world had ever seen.

The sheer energy radiating from it shattered the space around them.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Thunder crashed again and again as Ataneya’s overwhelming lightning power rained down like a divine storm. Vaelstra’s scalp prickled with dread—she was completely overwhelmed. Desperation kicked in, and she poured every ounce of her strength into the dark orbs in her hands.

Crackle!

Crackle!

CRACKLE!

The air lit up with violent arcs of thunder magic, each one more intense than the last. The orbs pulsed with raw, unstable energy, glowing like miniature black suns. Vaelstra’s power surged to its peak, her aura flaring with a deadly brilliance.

"I don’t care who you are—this next move will kill you!" she screamed, her voice laced with fury and panic.

With a furious roar, she hurled the dark thunder orb straight at Ataneya.

But Ataneya just smirked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh? That so?"

Then—flash—she vanished.

And reappeared right in the path of the attack.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The impact was cataclysmic. Shockwaves exploded outward, forcing both armies to retreat from the blast radius. The ground trembled, the sky cracked open—and yet, impossibly, Ataneya stood her ground.

She didn’t just block the attack.

She pushed it back.

"What?! No—no way!" Vaelstra’s voice cracked with disbelief. Her eyes widened in horror as the truth hit her like a hammer.

She’s SS-ranked. She’s really SS-ranked!

This wasn’t just a power gap—it was a whole different league. Vaelstra, an Overlord of the Dungeon, was being completely outclassed.

BOOM!

Suddenly, the clashing energies collapsed in on themselves with a deafening blast. A streak of light cut through the smoke—

And Ataneya shot forward like a missile.

She slammed into Vaelstra with a brutal strike.

CRACK!

It was like a meteor slamming into the earth. Vaelstra screamed, blood spraying from her mouth as her body was flung backward like a ragdoll.

The force of the blow tore through her defenses, invading her body and ripping her apart from the inside.

"NO!"

Vaelstra’s body convulsed violently, her face twisted in terror and agony.

Just that one hit—just a sliver of Ataneya’s power—was enough to make her feel like she was suffocating. Like death itself had wrapped its hands around her throat.

"This can’t be... Who the hell are you?! Why are you this strong?! This isn’t possible!" she shrieked, eyes locked on Ataneya with pure, unfiltered fear.

But Ataneya didn’t even flinch.

She didn’t care about the screaming. She didn’t care about the questions.

"You talk too much."

Her voice was low, almost a whisper.

"Demonic Fox Frenzy."

The moment the words left her lips, her entire body ignited with power. Dark energy erupted from her like a tidal wave, wild and untamed.

It was like a dam had burst.

In the blink of an eye, her aura multiplied—doubling, tripling, exploding outward with unstoppable force.

The battlefield trembled beneath her.

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