Chapter 232: The dread Lord's proclamation
The Dreadlord reacted at the last possible instant, raising four of its six massive arms to intercept the descending blades. Sparks exploded on impact, metal shrieking as steel met the unnatural alloy of its armor.
But then came the impossible.
Ronan's dual swords, burning with the Onslaught's amplified edge, cleaved through the first arm as if it were paper, then the second, then the third, and finally the fourth.
All four limbs fell away in a single merciless stroke, severed clean from their sockets. The momentum of the strike didn't stop there — his blades carved straight through the Dreadlord's shoulder plating, splitting the reinforced armor as though it were nothing more than brittle glass.
The last two arms were severed in the same heartbeat, sheared from its body as though they had never belonged to it in the first place.
