Damian placed the coat of seven in the path of the intense beam of psychic energy. Even some around them who could somewhat endure the black sword's creepy energy ran away to safety when the nauseating attack was released. Damian himself was not spared from the vomit-inducing, gut-wrenching feeling.

But that was just it. The coat of seven was powerful enough to endure the beam without even cracking.

A sudden chill swept over the battlefield as a mountain of ice enveloped Heiryul entirely, forcing the guy to freeze up. The pink beam was cancelled.

Damian looked to the side, and Lucian just raised her eyebrows as if saying 'that's how you attack. Then she turned around, clashing sword against another pigman transcendent with fire affinity.

Heiryul's body released intense internal heat, glowing red. It broke out of the ice in seconds, releasing another bloodcurdling scream while releasing a massive arc of its dark black sword. This time target being Damian himself.

He released a mist of mana, sending it forward with a distant wind spell. The mist was golden, rustic gray, dark purple, and abyssal dark. Light, chaos, space-time, and dark elements charged heavily in the air.

The black vertical arc coming at lightning speed faltered from the edges a little, and bolts of dark lightning travelled from the attack to the connecting mist. Like a pure acid melting inside an ocean of water.

The arc that reached Damian was easily thwarted to the side by his dark aura covering sacrium sword.

'Ah, it worked.'

Needless to say, it was yet another experiment. Using the god-killer spell's chaotic, dark, space-time affinity, mixed charged-up energy, and giving it a further unstable separation mana environment to whisk away the bond that created the whole devastating spell.

It was easy in theory, but near impossible to execute in reality.

Damian's eyes blurred, and his nose started bleeding as the pressure of mana control got the better of his body. He was too weak physically to execute this technique.

Extending mana thread out of one's body was already a master level mana control, then increasing that number to an ungodly amount and then thinning them out into bare mana particles—only a masochist would even think of such a freakish level of mana control pushing the focus to the very mind-shattering limits, and then to add four elements in it and use it in active battle.

But the god-killer spell was an oddity. He could use it, but could not stop it with his own coat of seven or aura-coated weapons. So he thought of this experimental theory and was proud to say, it worked.

The hero king of Pigman, lost in anger and hunger, still felt the shock of realizing someone had broken apart the unbreakable attack. The wide eyes, despite the burning blue eyes, were unmistakable.

Damian controlled the dark mist that contained four elements of mana with distant wind spells and flew forward. His three sacrium mana cubes were circling him, generating a wave of golden liquid.

Heiryul, unwilling to accept the truth laid before his eyes, attacked again with the dark sword after charging the sword's spell to the max limit. Again, it was reduced to nothing and thrown away like a mere trickle in the wind.

Arcs after arcs launched without stopping. Heiryul chained dozens and dozens of his ultimate god-killer attacks, but none fulfilled their purpose. Damian's slow flying towards it was undisturbed by all of it. With gritted teeth, the gray titan finally accepted the truth and launched fire, ice, and psychic energy beams one after another, the power of which far surpassed the transcendent pigman around them.

And yet, Damian, with his coat of seven, a dozen layers of barriers, and gigantic wormholes, effortlessly pushed everything aside.

"Impossible.."

The titan hero murmured as Damian stopped in mid-air meters away from its body.

"Sorry, man, they get mad when I hold back," Damian replied.

Damian used the wave of liquid mana and powered a spell he had placed right beneath Heiryul. In a moment, it activated, and over twenty massive, interlocking white and blue chains erupted from the ground right before everyone's eyes. The twenty-plus chains wrapped around Heiryul completely—even his giant sword attacks or the push of raw strength had very little effect against it.

The bright blue chains were the ones trapping Heiryul, but the white chains were the ones that extended from Heiryul's body to the ground, where the four different massive runic circles were. One by one, they started changing color.

A pure blue chain was radiating cold from itself—when it connected with Heiryul, his movements suddenly became slower than normal. A purple chain had an electric buzz in it; whenever Heiryul tried to forcefully break it, the purple chain started giving him millions of volts of electric shocks. Then there was a green chain that moved all the chains flexibly to negate Heiryul's applied force with constant shifting.

An abyssal black chain manipulated Heiryul's gravity artificially, keeping him forcefully connected to the land. And the last rustic-black chain that disoriented the target's senses.

Heiryul was forced to kneel. Unable to lift even his head under the oppressive gravity, movement restrictions, and messed up sense of balance. The massive black sword fell out of his giant gray hand.

It was a very poor imitation.

Just like the Sulthar copy, the Heiryul copy also has just the raw mass and physical strength. The intelligence, the techniques cultivated through the years, the specific skills of a job that defined the power.. all that was missing. Just like those black pigmen under the demon lord, the hero here was just an empty husk.

"Must.. Protect.." The zombified hero king muttered.

It was pitiful, truly.

Damian placed dozens of massive laser spells around the giant captive titan and activated all at once. The gray beast of an existence was riddled with dozens of massive holes, all leaking dark blue blood.

The entire battlefield paused. The pigmen soldiers, even zombified, seemed to mourn the loss of their leader.

Now, Damian expected the weak masses to give up the fight and let them go. But when the armored gray pigmen warriors resumed moving, they just continued raising their weapons against the invaders.

These things.. were too far gone.

There was no release for these prisoners of dungeon. Maybe they were not even alive.

'Could it be that they refuse to disobey because they are too afraid to lose their singular purpose in life? The key point is their existence. They can not let anyone pass because if they do, the challenger will have the dungeon core and can seal the dungeon forever..'

"Retreat!" Damian commanded.

Damian placed a massive horizontal wormhole behind their forces. The other end was several kilometers away from the broken wall. The two pigmen transcedents bellowed the order, and soon the battle had come to an end. The ones who were too brave and jumped inside the wormhole were swiftly killed.

The army of gray pigmen fell on their knees; they were intelligent enough to know what this sudden retreat meant.

Damian bid farewell to everyone. Only Sulthar was too stubborn to leave his side. Sam and Lucian understood how unpredictable the levels after the boss floor were. If the heat suddenly rose, they wouldn't be able to survive even a few seconds, which would take Damian to place barriers.

The heat was the only aspect of this dungeon that was still weird to Damian. There had to be some hidden dungeon relic or some ancient knowledge that might have helped transcedents at least to face the terrible heat of the increasing levels. They must have missed it. Dungeon was never truly unfair; it was just a matter of time to find the answers.

Damian opened a giant waygate to let everyone go back to the pigmen settlement.

"You better finish this," Sam patted his soldier before entering the blue portal.

They knew him. They knew whatever was ahead, Damian would face alone till he reached the Sun God. Everything from here was a path they could not walk with him.

Lucian touched the lines of his face with her tender fingers. She was bad at flirting, but at times she did things without thinking, and those were the best moments. She leaned in slightly, and Damian closed the rest of the distance. Their lips touched and then got busy in a sweet battle of passion.

"We shall talk about your duties as a keeper afterwards," She said in her velvety, rugged, breathing voice.

Even though her eyes held the intensity, the rosy cheeks and pouty lips made her look more adorable than determined.

"We shall," Damian smiled.

Damian heard Veltrax, T'korran, and Droquar having a similar conversation some distance away.

"You must find him, brother,"

"Find him and bring him back.."

"We have to!"

Once they were all gone. Damian and Sulthar flew forward, ignoring everything that came into their path. The thousands of gray pigman could jump but not fly, and they were far out of their reach. The transcendent ones could reach them, but none could break the coat of seven.

Frustrated and helpless, they just glared as Damian and Sulthar reached the key point where the thousands of gray pigmen were protecting the glowing sphere with a flesh wall.

After a bloody massacre that covered the whole floor of the black palace in blue blood, Damian and Sulthar finally accessed the key point and moved to the next floor.

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