BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 1108: Levium (25)



The two continued their dance, neither able to gain a decisive advantage. Not all of Erik's powers were suited for this kind of long-range fight based on brain crystal powers, and having to keep his armor on the wings and at the same time attack drained his mana reserves.

On the opposite side, there was a man whose power was supremely versatile with just one power, albeit powered up by his second one.

Sure, most of Levium's strength depended on the stuff he had around him, but even being in the middle of a desert was enough because Uncle Benjamin could use the sand.

Everything was a weapon for him. It didn't even help that Uncle Benjamin was actively influencing Erik's flight.

If Levium made people levitate with his powers, he certainly could do the same with Erik, even if he was an enemy. It wasn't that he needed people's permission to do that. Of course, the man would not make it easier for Erik to fly. The goal was and would have been to prevent him from moving.

The only reason the young man hadn't been tossed to the ground like a ragdoll was because the younger man's wings were powerful, powered as they were by his inhuman strength. So Levium actually didn't have that much grip on him.

<Even a small grip can still have an effect, though.>

Erik barely registered the destruction surrounding him. His entire world had narrowed down to this fight, to finding a way to overcome Uncle Benjamin's seemingly impenetrable defenses.

To the man himself.

<How Ironic... If I had killed Doran back then, none of this would have happened. The power Levium had, telekinesis, was certainly a powerful ability, but it was nothing compared to what I am facing today, and that's just because of the Parallel Will brain crystal power....> Erik sent Uncle Benjamin some wind blades while he struggled to avoid some massive chunks of concrete sent by Uncle Benjamin, who was also trying to prevent him from moving. <You wish!>

"You can't win, Erik! Maybe you would if we were on the ground, but here, in the sky, my power is vastly better than all of yours combined!"

Erik laughed.

"Really?! Then why haven't you killed me already?"

"That's because I need to bring you back to Maynard Island."

"Oh, how generous of you," Erik said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you can't actually kill me at all!"

Levium's face broke into an amused grin, his eyes twinkling with mirth. A low chuckle escaped his lips, gradually building into hearty laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA, OH ERIK! There is no amount of fire, wind, ice, and lightning you can use to defeat me! I didn't see any other ability suited for a long-range fight, meaning you don't have it; otherwise, you would have already used it."

"Are you sure of that?"

At those words, Levium turned serious. "Show me, then!"

The man's face turned into a mask of concentration, his eyes burning with resolve.

He decided to bring the big guns this time and make an entire building levitate.

The downside was that this required intense focus, forcing him to release the few soldiers he was still keeping aloft back to the ground.

That would put them at a disadvantage against the thaids, or whatever those things Erik had, and that were fighting for him, but it wasn't like he had any other choice.

For sure, they were not Galewings since they should have had powers related to wind, but those things could shoot fire.

In truth, Levium was trying everything he could to defeat Erik. He still couldn't. The young man knew he said it himself. Not that it wasn't clear.

The massive building Levium targeted groaned as it was wrenched from its foundations. Debris rained down as Uncle Benjamin's telekinetic grip tightened. Lifting the entire thing into the air required a tremendous mental effort, but thanks to the Parallel Will brain crystal power, that got severely reduced.

With a gesture, he hurled the improvised and massive projectile at Erik, its shadow obscuring the sun.

Erik's eyes widened at the sight of the oncoming behemoth.

"You crazy fucker!"

The young man tucked his wings close and shot upward, accelerating to breakneck speed. The wind howled in his ears as he climbed the sky, the building's jagged edges missing him by mere inches.

As he cleared the top of the falling structure, Erik spread his wings wide, using the momentum of his ascent to spin around. With a fierce cry, he unleashed a barrage of heavily mana-concentrated wind blades, propelled by immense pressure, and the centrifugal force Erik gained by spinning on himself.

The blades sliced through the air, their high-pitched whistle piercing the sky as much as their form was.

The problem was, he wasn't the only one having the same thought. In fact, Uncle Benjamin sent huge metal pole beams toward Erik.

Both of them found themselves having to zip into the sky to avoid the deadly projectiles. All of them missed their target but ended up destroying the surrounding area.

At that point, all those that were still fighting there with their respective leaders had to abandon the area.

There weren't many; the bulk of the opposing forces had already moved to a much safer area. It was just that the site of the battle between the two monstrous fighters kept enlarging, forcing even those that were already left to move elsewhere.

Their clash was too titanic for them to take part in.

As for how their battle was going, the Chimaeric Demons were still holding their ground, but the blackguards were too many.

While already outnumbered and having a lot of trouble, they found themselves under a relentless barrage of fire and different energy projectiles, which rained down upon the battlefield from both the blackguards and the Chimaeric Demons.

The fighters below found themselves caught in a maelstrom, unable to understand the sourcen/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

of the onslaught.

Was it from their enemies or their allies? Did that friend die because of the enemy or because a comrade did it?

The air was thick with smoke and various other sources of smell that the fighters weren't able

to distinguish.

In a sense, it looked like someone had just vomited trucks of their stomach content, and they were fighting right inside of that thing.

The ground trembled under the impact of countless explosions.

Soldiers from both sides scrambled for cover as they struggled to survive the indiscriminate

assault.

But it didn't matter. Both factions had a simple goal in mind: to kill, and to kill a lot.