Chapter 410: The Mouthless Helot
All of them trembled at the sight of the new entrant, including Koll.
The presence of the being sent fear crawling down their spines. A primal sense of fear invaded their bodies and rendered them immobile; they all froze.
Annette felt it too, the dark, ominous presence, but she knew very well who it was that had just stepped out of the rift.
She recognized that armor with Northern; Ellis had told her about it. Moreover, there was a familiarity in his presence, but the ominous vibe emanating from him made no sense to her. Bottom line, she also couldn't dare to approach. She was even in a worse state than the others. The four-eyed demon drifted his eyes around, then stopped at Annette.
He shook his head and said, his helmet folding down to his neck,
"Oh, shit, you look so pathetic."
Annette exhaled with immense relief the moment she realized her intuition had been right. "Northern, it really is you?"
Northern folded his arms and smiled.
"Yes, Annette, it really is me. I wouldn't abandon your lame ass."
She scoffed, "I'm surprised, I never thought any of us meant anything to you."
Northern looked away, "You're right, but Night Terror is here. I have to protect my subject, don't I?"
His face became serious as his eyes caught sight of Koll.
Koll's face trembled and twisted into a dark frown.
"How's this possible? You... you should not be here!" Koll exclaimed.
Northern shrugged and raised his head slightly.
"Well, that's me for you, Koll. Once I hate someone, I hate them to the end of the world. I hate you, Koll, and I'm pretty sure we're not at the end of the world yet."
Koll growled, "That lousy sense of humor will do you no good."
Northern lingered, looking at Koll and nodding slightly. Then he said:
"I have the luxury to use a sense of humor because I know there are only two things that will happen here today."
Northern pointed his index finger at Koll.
"Your death..." then pointed to the white line in the sky, "And his confinement."
Koll's lips curled maniacally, but on closer look, they trembled.
"I have defeated you before, and I can do it again."
Northern frowned in disbelief.
"You defeated me before? When? You mean you tricked me and threw me into the darkness, hoping I'd never get out because you were certain I was going to defeat you."
Koll's expression began to distort.
"You make me laugh, you puny human."
'Good, I'm getting the reaction I want...' Northern glared at him and raised his head in dominance.
"Laugh while you still can, Koll. The first thing I'll be ripping off is your mouth."
"You insolent bastard, I dare you-"
Before he could finish, Northern vanished. Their eyes did not catch what happened until almost immediately before the wind of the vanishing blew, Northern swung a slap across Koll's face, smashing away his jaw with just one hit.
The lower part of Koll's mouth was completely missing, golden ichor cascading down his neck.
He tried to talk but mouth failed him.
"Right where I needed it to be."
Koll frowned; for a couple of seconds, he seemed cocky, before his face crumbled.
Northern chuckled evilly and said,
"You're wondering, aren't you, why your magnificent regenerative ability isn't working."
He shrugged proudly with his hands, "I mean, I've seen how restorative those flames can be. But mine are stronger..."
He raised one hand, small embers of black-blue flames danced around his gauntlet.
"I coated my hand with my flames, that's probably what's inhibiting your healing. I don't have time to waste, Koll. I'm really out of patience."
Northern's expression became dour.
Koll glared at him, but Northern returned the gaze with a more blank yet serious look.
He stretched his hand to touch Koll, but the mouthless Helot had disappeared, creating a large space between them.
What Koll didn't realize was that Northern was already behind him, with pitch black and blue- edged lightning flashing around his fist as he lunged it forward and smashed Koll by the side.
Shocked by the attack, Koll staggered to quickly turn back and regain control but was too slow. Northern was suddenly faster than his eyes could follow.
He was helplessly left to Northern's merciless and continuous barrage of attacks, each one lashing out with trails of lightning.
Koll's body danced each time Northern's fist connected, the ground trembled and cracked. It was enough force to send him reeling back a hundred miles, but he was pinned down by
Northern.
Every hit was instantaneous.
When Northern finally delivered the last hit-an uppercut-Koll flew into the air.
His face, battered and broken, was unrecognizable. His body was bruised, broken, joints dislocated. He crashed into the ground like a broken doll and rolled away.
Northern heaved a powerful breath and squinted his eyes.
He took a step, and before the step touched the ground, he was right where Koll had fallen, with the Mortal Blade raised high.
"I have a surprise for you, Koll... it's the sword you gave me when you made me a general." Koll's eyes widened; Northern could see some semblance of emotion in them.
"I'm glad you remember it... as a gesture of appreciation, I will kill you with this sword." Koll's eyes widened vilely; he began to thrash his broken limbs in protest, but Northern's fist was upon his chest.
He couldn't do much as it felt like the weight of the entire world was resting on his chest. He then stopped and glared into Northern's eyes, his eyes reddened.
"Hate me more than that, Koll. I don't care. If you do manage to live again, come for me. I'll give you death on a silver platter."
He drove the sword into Koll's neck and twisted it. The poor Helot didn't even have a mouth to gaggle; blood bubbled around the open wound of his jaw, and he finally died with widened
eyes.
[Congratulations, you have slain a Catastrophic Destroyer]
[You have gained 12 talent fragments]
[You have achieved a Legendary Feat]
[You have killed a Sentinel]
[You have gained 1,000 talent fragments]