Apotheosis

As Timotheus led Leopold, Ramzi and the others, they didn't rush to the back of the tall platforms immediately.

They had already attracted enough attention from most of the Wights.

For them, Zen's safety was their top most priority. And for that, they had to eliminate the Wights that surrounded them first. After all, they didn't know that Tyler and the others had eaten the medicine cakes. Hence, the Wights would not be following them towards the shadow behind the tall platforms.

Behind the huge columns of the tall platforms, Tyler's face twitched slightly.

He realized that their only means to escape was by killing Zen.

Tyler definitely did not want to die a pitiful death like other exiles from the smaller races.

With this definite thought, his attack became even more aggressive.

"The hell with you!"

With a determined effort, Tyler brought down the blade, with all his strength.

Instinctively, Zen raised his sword to block the attack in front of him.

By now, everyone's physical strength had weakened almost to the same level. Despite putting in his entire effort, he was no match for Tyler's attack.

"Bang!"

With a cracking sound, the long sword in Zen's hand flew out.

"Now is the time!"

Although the other two exiles had pledged their lives, they remained unsuccessful in defeating Zen. That was why, until now, they were getting extremely anxious.

Tables changed for them, when unexpectedly, the sword in Zen's hand was chopped away by Tyler with one swoop of the blade. As they witnessed the scene unravel before them, they quickly approached him with a delightful expression.

Soon an axe and a sharp sword went sailing towards Zen.

With the saber in his hand, Tyler followed the two exiles, displaying a vicious smile. His plan was to cut off Zen's head as soon as he was hit by the sword.

Even though Zen continued to dodge them at a remarkable speed, it was difficult to fight with bare hands.

Suddenly, Zen had a faint smile while staring at Tyler, as he slowly raised one of his hands.

"Death knocks at your door, but I applaud your courage to pretend to be strong," Tyler sneered.

No

d up in the air and in the blink of an eye, caught up with Tyler.

At the right moment, Tyler ducked his head and the axe flew over him.

Tyler was relieved to escape from the axe. He had maintained a distance from Zen, so that he could escape, if need be.

But his relief was short lived as he instantly heard a howling sound.

"Something is not right."

A cold dread crept over him.

The next moment he was stabbed by a thin flying knife. It resembled the wing of a cicada.

Still at a distance, Zen slowly put down his right hand and shook it slightly. He slowly walked towards Tyler, as the green light on the surface of his arm disappeared.

At the same time, Timotheus and the others also got rid of the Wights.

"Go help Zen!"

Timotheus hollered to the others. He sped up and rushed to the back of the high platforms.

But when they arrived, they were stunned by what unfolded before them.

Zen was pulling out the flying knife from Tyler's back when he heard footsteps behind him. He faintly smiled as he heard their gasps.

"That is Tyler! You killed all of them alone?" Leopold couldn't believe what he saw.

They were all members of the large races and knew that it would not be easy to deal with Tyler, especially under the effect of the Strength Equalizing Theurgy.

But Zen defied all their beliefs, as he rushed over alone and killed the four exiles. This was definitely not what they had expected.