<h4>Chapter 433 Jack vs ddy</h4>


    Running through the crowds of the southwest fields, On did everything in his power to create distance between himself and the raging demon after him.


    Following On like a hawk was Hadurt, battle-crazed and obstinate to steal away On’s life for EXP. It would push the former champion into lv. 89, where Hadurt would only have to wait for the right moment to ascend. Then, he’d finally achieve the goal of his life and be able to seek revenge.


    Both berserkers were determined but there was nowhere for On to hide. The crowd offered nothing because Hadurt carved through the syndicate soldiers like butter with his new halberd.


    "Come on, On! Why drag it out?" Hadurt bantered.


    On remained unresponsive. He didn’t dare to incite Hadurt even more. All he wanted was to reach Pestro. On was certain that should he get near enough to the Demon God, Pestro would instantly assault Hadurt to retrieve his weapon.


    Hadurt knew exactly what On was up to. And though he would prefer to duke it out in a manly fashion with his old friend, On was forcing Hadurt to prove why he was selected as the champion.


    On top of the demonic energy dancing around Hadurt, powerful static electricity crackled around his skeletal armor.


    In the blink of an eye, Hadurt went from chasing On to blocking On’s path.


    Cursing his terrible luck, On turned and dashed back into the army. However, Hadurt appeared there as well, beheading all nearby syndicate members.


    "On, I’m sorry it came to this. Really, I am," Hadurt stated, appearing slightly calmed. "At least allow me to remember you as the honorable warrior you imed to be and not the coward who ran away. You’d be the biggest hypocrite I know... not counting the gods."


    Taking that in, On sighed. He hated to admit it, but On understood that Hadurt would never allow him to even get close to Pestro, let alone escape.


    The lv. 85 berserker took in a deep breath, thinking of some of the brave warriors he’d defeated in the past, like the manager of Golden Haven. Unable to think of his name, On chuckled, "Alright..."


    "Good... Then prepare yourself. I’ll let you make the first move. But try running again and I’ll be forced to ruin you and your reputation," added Hadurt, keeping his halberd ready.


    "Just a moment..."


    On took another couple of deep breaths before resuming his battle stance. While preparing his strike, On asked, "Do you think ddy will be able to take on that hero?"


    "I have no clue!" Hadurtughed. "For all I know, Jack could get killed by some no-name soldier or he could y a god. He’s the Legend of Trodar, anything could happen..."


    "Yeah... I guess... Do we really have to do this?"


    Hadurt nodded. "Can’t have it any other way, sadly. I’ll never forget you or your help, On."


    "Thanks... I appreciate that."


    Knowing fully well who would win this exchange, both berserkers gripped their weapons tightly before the sh.


    Then, they attacked.


    On charged with his greatsword. His strongest attack mixed with his strongest demonic buff, creating an attack meant to obliterate On’s opponent along with the earth he stood on.


    Hadurt leaped with a sh attack, boosted by his own demonic buff. Also, lighting coursed over the de, adding another boost in attack power. There was also a sharp wind sandwiching the de in order to increase the speed and cutting ability of the sh.


    Both des connected. One de shattered. Blood was spilled out.


    Sighing, Hadurt released his demonic aura, as well as the lightning and wind energy. He smiled slightly at the sight of his new level and bowed his head to the fallen berserker.


    "Sorry... That’s just how the world works when those gods get involved."


    Hadurt looted On’s storage but didn’t touch On’s armor. At the very least, Hadurt wanted his old friend to be remembered and honored correctly.


    *****


    "Die!"


    Finally, d arrived to assist in the killing of the two me bodies. He charged with his shield in front of him, ready to bash first and kill second.


    Jack activated Sudden Death to avoid the iing attacks from the army. Following that, Jack recognized the guardian barreling towards him. Without any hesitation, Jack took the initiative and threw himself at the guardian.


    The army cleared a path for d, allowing the guardian to take Jack head-on without interruption. Theypletely trusted d and were confident that he would quickly dispose of their enemies.


    Before Jack connected with d’s shield, the form of hisrge me body suddenly changed.


    Both of Jack’s wings disappeared and were reced by arms. But then each of Jack’s hands shifted into a single long w, matching the distant centipede’s arms but coated in ck and white fire.


    The shield of the berserker and the w of the hero shed, sending d back a step and Jack back a meter or two.


    ’Someone help Jack! Jack’s gone crazy!’ Out of reflex and concern, Bowzer announced their need for help. Though he trusted Jack’s abilities, Bowzer didn’t feel confident about the sudden match up after witnessing that same guardian sh with Hadurt.


    Along with the syndicate members nearby, Bowzer was surprised to see Jack like this, acting without reason. But something else overtook that surprise. Not only was Jack’s power suddenly stronger along with his me body, but Jack managed to shrug off the shield bash attack decently well for someone under lv. 60.


    That’s when Bowzer noticed something that caught him off guard.


    Somehow, Bowzer’s level had reached the end of lv. 68. It didn’t make sense to the fox, but he couldn’t deny that it was a fact. Both Bowzer and Jack had reached lv. 53 amidst the huge battle with help from Dragov, but a sudden boost of fifteen levels was uncalled for.


    Then, Bowzer remembered the purple energy in the eastern sky and the trembling of the ground.


    Focusing on evasion, Bowzer took a moment to connect that phenomenon with a memory from his time inside the storehouse. Remembering how Tralon eviscerated the jakal army, Bowzer determined the only logical conclusion.


    While Bowzer was trying to piece together what was going on, Jack was living in the fight. To Jack, all that existed was himself and his opponent.


    Jack didn’t let up on the guardian, throwing yet another w attack against the shield. His w thrust forward with fire and blood-red energy.


    The guardian tanked the hit, being pushed back oslightly.


    But Jack continued, using Sudden Death to reposition himself and nk the guardian. However, the guardian’s shield still managed to block the next thrust.


    Not wanting to waste time, Jack remained rational while enraged. The hero channeled his fury the best he could and decided on the next tactic to try. He opened his menu and instinctually selected a skill while upgrading it greatly before closing it and acting again.


    Now nking the guardian on the side nearest to his sword, Jack thrust forward with both ws.


    Unable to properly block both attacks, d readied himself to block one and parry the second.


    Just as the guardian began to spin around, d coughed up blood. d blinked, not believing his eyes.


    Both of Jack’s ws were already jutting through d’s body, one in d’s side and another in the upper chest to the side of the heart. d’s body was already catching fire thanks to Jack’s ck and white me body. But the worst feeling came from d’s internal organs, which were also burning away.


    d groaned, failing to cough up the drying blood in his veins as he looked back up at Jack’s face.


    Kicking d’s impaled body from his ws, Jack turned and groaned in pain. While d perished in mes, Jack’s body was aching. His overuse of Greater Replenish was taking its toll after Jack cast it in conjunction with Time Stop.


    Though Jack kept his intimidating appearance in front of the baffled army, the hero knew that his body would give out any moment now.