Hitman with a Badass System

As Noah crashed through the debris, the nearby undead army hurriedly rushed toward the fallen god. Meanwhile, Michael, unfazed by the chaos, flapped his metallic wings and soared toward Noah's location. However, just as he approached, a colossal fist materialized out of nowhere and struck Michael squarely in the face. It was none other than Norvin, propelling himself from the ground to deliver the unexpected blow in mid-air.

Yet, Norvin had underestimated the immense power gap between him and Michael. While Norvin stood at the Half Immortal stage of cultivation, Michael possessed the cultivation of a Half Celestial, a vast difference in strength. Norvin's punch, despite generating a powerful shockwave that demolished nearby buildings, failed even to rattle Michael. The Dark Lord stood resolute in the sky, his unwavering presence emanating a terrifying aura.

In a silent exchange, Michael met Norvin's gaze, their eyes locked in a moment of intense confrontation. With a mere glance, Michael unleashed two dark beams from his eyes, striking Norvin's shoulder with precision.

"ARRGHHH!"

Simultaneously, Gaya's mighty roar reverberated through the battlefield, signaling her entrance into the fray. Descending from above, Gaya underwent a transformation, assuming her true form as a ten-foot king cobra with sleek black scales. With lightning speed, her serpentine body coiled around Norvin, ensnaring him within her powerful grasp. In one swift motion, Gaya swung Norvin towards a nearby building, crashing him into its sturdy structure. The impact echoed through the surroundings, further escalating the chaos of the battle.

On the opposing side, Eve Voldiguard took charge at the forefront of the dark army. With a mighty leap, she soared into the air, her war hammer held high as crackling lightning bolts danced around her. Her attire, consisting of black armor and a billowing cape, fluttered in the wind, adding to her commanding presence. Bringing her hammer down forcefully, Eve struck the ground, unleashing a powerful shockwave that rippled through Noah's army.

As the clash intensified, several Skyhall angels, adorned in their feathery wings and silver armor, closed in on Eve from various directions. Despite being surrounded by thousands of beastmen and soldiers from Noah's army, Eve displayed no trace of fear in her resolute gaze. With unwavering determination, she raised her hammer skyward, preparing for the impending confrontation.

Suddenly, a violent vortex of pure lightning energy descended from above, engulfing Eve in its powerful embrace. Her eyes and body radiated with a crimson red glow, fueled by the immense power coursing through her. Locked in her crimson gaze were three Skyhall angels hurtling towards her. The first angel, equipped with formidable armor, relied on its protective armor to face Eve, who surpassed him in cultivation. However, Eve's spellcasting abilities and sheer power proved overwhelming for the angel's armor. As the angel drew closer, Eve swiftly sidestepped, tossing her war hammer into the air while gripping the angel's feathery wings.

In a brutal display, Eve tore away the feathery armor from the angel's body, eliciting agonized roars of pain. Without granting the soldier a moment's respite, she delivered a forceful punch to his face, sending him crashing to the ground. Seizing the opportune moment, Eve allowed her war hammer to descend upon the angel's head, pulverizing it into a gruesome mass of blood and bone.

As Noah crashed into the building, a blinding explosion of light erupted from the impact point. The radiant burst propelled the surrounding undead into the air, reducing some of them to mere piles of ash. Emerging from the wreckage, Noah rose with determination, his gaze fixed on Michael. Seizing a large boulder nearby, he hurled it towards the Dark Lord who loomed in the sky.

Michael swiftly reacted, unleashing dark beams from his eyes that sliced through the boulder, splitting it in two. However, Noah skillfully maneuvered himself through the resulting gap, catching his opponent off guard. With swift precision, Noah landed a powerful punch to Michael's face followed by a forceful kick to his gut.

In retaliation, Michael seized Noah by the neck, his grip firm and unyielding. Descending with great speed, he plowed through the ground, causing debris and asphalt to shatter beneath their combined weight. Finally, reaching the end of the pathway, Michael forcefully hurled Noah into a distant building, the impact resonating with destructive force.

It was at this moment that Michael realized he found himself amidst Noah's army, surrounded by his enemies. Despite being in the heart of the opposing forces, the skyhall angels and beastmen halted their advance, refraining from drawing any closer to Michael. Fear was evident in their eyes, for they understood that Noah alone possessed the strength and chance to confront the Dark Lord.

At that moment, Eve landed gracefully right behind Michael, standing shoulder to shoulder with her friend. A brief exchange of glances passed between them, a silent understanding of their shared purpose.

"Destroy those light orbs," Michael commanded Eve, his voice carrying the weight of urgency. The intense bright lights emanating from the orbs needed to be extinguished. Although the light didn't pose a significant threat to Michael, he knew that eliminating it would ensure he stood at his absolute strongest.

"Stop her!"

The skyhall angels, witnessing Eve's actions, desperately cried out, commanding their forces to stop her. In a swift and calculated motion, Eve propelled herself towards the sky, her war hammer firmly grasped in her hand. The skyhall angels, attempting to impede her progress, found themselves swiftly dealt with by Michael's dark beams. The sight was gruesome and unsettling, as bodies were torn asunder, drenching the battlefield in pools of blood and filling the air with its pungent scent.

Amidst the chaos, the battlefield erupted into a whirlwind of violence and bloodshed. The undead clashed mercilessly with Noah's army, tearing through the ranks of beastmen and soldiers alike. In retaliation, Noah's forces unleashed powerful spells upon the relentless undead horde. The clash of spells and the clash of steel created a cacophony of chaotic warfare, with neither side showing any sign of relenting.

In a desperate attempt to turn the tide of battle, hundreds of Noah's soldiers raised their hands simultaneously, channeling their collective energy into a powerful spell. The air crackled with electricity as their combined magic swirled and intertwined, forming a swirling vortex of energy above them.

The spell began to take shape, manifesting as a colossal beam of pure elemental force. It surged downward from the vortex, tearing through the battlefield with unstoppable force. The beam glowed with intense light, tinged with shades of blue and white, as it sliced through the ranks of the undead army. Wherever it touched, the undead disintegrated into dust, vanishing from existence. The ground beneath them trembled as the spell carved a path of destruction, obliterating everything in its wake.

The soldiers watched in awe as their spell wrought havoc upon the undead forces. The sheer magnitude of their collective power filled them with hope, their shouts of triumph echoing through the chaos. But their celebration was abruptly cut short as the dark lord's army retaliated with a sinister countermove.

From the depths of the undead ranks emerged a grotesque sight - bloated figures, their bodies swollen with foul gases. These abominations, known as Bloaters, emitted a pungent stench that permeated the air, causing many of Noah's soldiers to gag and cover their noses.

"No! Not the Bloaters!" one soldier cried out, his voice laced with fear. But before he could finish his warning, the Bloaters reached the spellcasters, their grotesque bodies pulsating with lethal intent. With a sickening explosion, the Bloaters detonated, unleashing a wave of destruction that engulfed the spellcasters. The force of the explosion tore through the ranks of Noah's soldiers, leaving devastation and carnage in its wake.

Noah rose from the rubble of the shattered building, his eyes burning with determination. He raised his hands towards Michael, his palms radiating with intense light. Concentrated beams of pure luminosity shot forth from his outstretched hands, blazing through the air with blinding speed.

The beams of light sliced through anything in their path, disintegrating the undead soldiers unfortunate enough to be caught in their trajectory. Buildings crumbled into dust, and the ground beneath them cracked and shattered, unable to withstand the sheer force of Noah's unleashed power. The light beams illuminated the battlefield, casting an ethereal glow upon the chaos below.

Not to be outdone, Michael responded by raising his own hand, his palm emanating a swirling darkness. Dark beams erupted from his fingertips, coiling like serpents as they raced towards Noah. The clash between the light beams and the dark beams created an explosive collision, unleashing a cataclysmic shockwave that reverberated through the air.

The resulting explosion engulfed the surrounding area, decimating everything within its vicinity. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, shaking the ground and tossing debris into the air like confetti. The intense light and dark energies collided, creating a maelstrom of destruction that tore through the undead army and Noah's soldiers alike.

The destructive power of the collision was awe-inspiring. Buildings crumbled, reduced to rubble in an instant. Trees were uprooted, their branches splintered and scattered across the battlefield. The shockwave blasted away soldiers, both undead and living, like rag dolls, flinging them through the air with merciless force.

The explosion left behind a scene of desolation and ruin. Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the battlefield in a haze. The sound of crumbling structures and anguished cries echoed amidst the devastation. The once bustling landscape now lay in ruins, a testament to the unrelenting power of the clash between light and darkness.

As they soared through the sky, Noah and Michael collided, engaging in a fierce battle without the aid of their swords. Their clenched fists clashed with thunderous impacts, each strike resonating through the air.

"Tell me, Noah, how did you manage to reach the Half Celestial stage? Let me guess, someone lent you a helping hand, as always."

Michael sneered at Noah, taunting him about his progress to the Half Celestial stage. He mocked Noah, suggesting that someone had assisted him, as if Noah's accomplishments were not his own.

"This would have been a one-sided massacre if it weren't for the constant plot armor you seem to acquire," Michael jeered, attempting to undermine Noah's abilities.

Their bodies twisted and turned in the air as they exchanged blows, their movements fluid and precise. Noah's determination fueled his every strike, while Michael's dark aura enveloped him, lending an air of menacing power to his attacks.

With each clash, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the sky, their intense rivalry escalating to new heights. The air crackled with their energy, their movements leaving trails of energy in their wake.

Despite their physical combat, their conflict ran deeper than mere punches and taunts. It was a battle of brothers, of contrasting powers and ideologies. Each blow carried the weight of their shared history and personal vendettas.