I Can Copy Curses

Morkel frowned upon hearing Azryth. He hadn't expected the other races to have such a plan. *"They are scheming deep. That makes it all the more reason we can't let them win this war."* He clenched his right hand, causing stars to shimmer around his fist.

"We're done talking," he said as he powered up his fists.

Azryth grinned, a dark glint in his eyes. "Then let's see if your human race can endure the wrath of the Seven Demon Kings!" He clenched his fist, the air crackling with ominous energy, and drove it forward. With a thunderous roar, his punch tore a massive hole through space itself, the tear larger and more chaotic than his previous strike.

"Star Fist!" Morkel shouted, launching his own fist forward. A brilliant beam of starlight erupted from his punch, streaking like a comet to meet Azryth's spatial tear head-on.

BOOM!

The clash released a colossal shockwave, exploding outward with a force that made the very air tremble. Winds surged violently in all directions, buildings shook, and deep cracks splintered across walls and pavement alike, straining against the raw power radiating from their collision.

On the ground below, Elijah, Josh, Tony, Killian, and the others staggered as the shockwave hit them. They instinctively threw their arms up to shield their faces, bracing against the fierce wind that whipped through the battlefield, tearing at their clothes and pushing them back. Dust and debris swirled in the air, the earth beneath them rumbling from the overwhelming force above.

"Kitsuri!" Morkel shouted.

"I know," Kitsuri replied, pulling out a small bottle from her hand. A green liquid substance floated inside. She opened the cap and took out a drop of the liquid.

Sizzle!

The drop immediately expanded and enveloped them, the Seven Demon Kings, Kane, and the battleships in an enclosed bubble.

"They've set up a Battle Space," Elijah muttered, observing the enclosed space around the Ten Seats and the others.

"It's probably better for us," Josh said, looking around. "A battle between divine rank experts would surely destroy everything around them if they're not careful."

"Last time a fight between divine rank experts happened, it destroyed an entire 3-star planet. Even all the people living inside were killed," Killian said, frowning.

Josh glanced at him. "Are you talking about when the Ten Seats fought Orion's clone back in the Magus Kingdom?"

"Yeah, they hadn't thought they'd face an enemy of divine rank, and that led to the destruction of the entire planet with everyone on it. Only a selected few survived with the help of the Ten Seats," Killian said, nodding.

Josh nodded, staring at the sky where the fighting was taking place. *'I hope we win this war,'* he thought, clenching his fists.

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"A Battle Space? Huh, but that won't help you at all," Azryth sneered before looking back at the warships outside the Battle Space. He ordered, "Send the soldiers and destroy the human world. Leave none alive."

As his words faded, hundreds upon hundreds of demons, celestials, and angels began pouring out of the warships hovering in the sky. From the ground, they looked like a dark storm of specks, descending in endless waves, but those below knew better—these were no mere dots. They were formidable warriors of other races, advancing in vast numbers, each one ready to unleash chaos.

The sky darkened with their forms, casting shadows over the battlefield as they spiraled downward like a flood of crows. The ominous sight sent a chill through the onlookers, the sheer scale of the approaching forces overwhelming as they prepared to meet the storm head-on.

"Get ready! They're coming!" Josh shouted as he clenched his fist, looking at the descending enemies from the air.

He saw that the strong ones were handled by the elders, vice dean, and deans, leaving them with the crown, diamond, and platinum rank enemies heading toward them.

"Attack!" Josh shouted as the other races reached them and punched forward, his fists shining with golden light.

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Morkel watched the soldiers of the other races raining down on the cities below him. Seeing that, he turned to Armin and said, "Do it."

Armin smirked and snapped his fingers. The sound echoed through the air, and immediately, figures began emerging from the very fabric of space around them. Tens of thousands of warriors materialized from the void, stepping out of shadows with weapons drawn, their eyes glinting with steely resolve.

They formed a massive circle around the protective barrier that enclosed them, while an equal force surged forward to intercept the incoming enemy forces descending from above.

The sheer numbers of the human forces were staggering, a tidal wave of warriors that far outmatched the otherworldly legions of demons, celestials, and angels. This overwhelming sight drew frowns across the faces of the Seven Demon Kings, their confidence faltering as they watched the human ranks swell with unyielding strength.

For the first time, doubt crept into their expressions as they confronted the might of the human race, which now stood ready to challenge them in full force.

They knew that humans possessed the strongest foundation in the entire universe, a legacy rooted in being the oldest of all races. The Seven Demon Kings had anticipated a formidable turnout, yet even they were taken aback by the sheer, overwhelming numbers before them. The human ranks stretched across the landscape like an unbreakable wall, each warrior armed and ready, their united presence a proof of millennia of survival and strength.

Though the Demon Kings had prepared themselves for resistance, the sight before them was daunting. This wasn't just a force—it was an entire history of resilience and power standing against them, an ancient race rallying in defense of its legacy.

"What? Shocked?" Kane sneered, a glint of mockery in his eyes as he took in the Demon Kings' stunned expressions. The situation clearly amused him. "You should know by now," he continued, his voice laced with smug confidence, "that we humans possess the strongest foundation in the entire universe. We existed long before your three races even came into being."

He crossed his arms, nodding toward the vast sea of human warriors surrounding them. "We've always kept people ready at a moment's notice for any emergency, and today is no exception. In fact," he smirked, "the Ten Seats have increased our ranks even more recently, knowing war was on the horizon. You thought you'd catch us unprepared, but we were expecting you. And now, you're going to see just how wrong you were."

The Demon Kings' expressions turned grim and twisted with anger as Kane's words hit home. This was meant to be a covert strike, a swift assault by the three allied races to catch the humans off guard. They had believed their plan was flawless, confident they'd seized the upper hand. But now the truth dawned on them—humans had anticipated their every move.

Humanity wasn't just ready; humanity was prepared for them, prepared for war.

The realization settled heavily, leaving a bitter taste in their mouths as their supposed advantage crumbled. What was meant to be a triumphant ambush was unraveling into a formidable standoff against a force that had seen them coming all along.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Damn it," Azryth muttered under his breath, cursing their decision. "We should never have trusted humans were as weak as they seemed."

Morkel smirked, catching the flicker of panic in their eyes. "You thought we were stalling for time with all that talk?" He let out a laugh. "You were absolutely right."

At that moment, even more human warriors materialized, stepping out of the void and joining those already surrounding the battlefield.

But these weren't ordinary fighters—each one possessed the divine rank's formidable strength. They entered the bubble that enclosed the Ten Seats and the Seven Demon Kings, forming a protective circle around the Ten Seats, awaiting orders with unwavering discipline. The sight was daunting, the power within these warriors radiating like a warning flare, ready to unleash upon their enemies.

"That's not all," Morkel sneered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Archons, Hunter Association, and Martial Will—join us as well."

The moment he spoke, a formidable surge of power swept toward the bubble, shaking the very air around them. First came seven distinct groups, each led by a formidable figure flanked by elders, all radiating the unmistakable might of the divine rank. These were no ordinary warriors; they were the heads and elders of the seven super families of the Archons, the most powerful force in the Limitless Void.

Following close behind the Archons came the ranks of the Hunter Association and Martial Will, each faction moving with unwavering unity. Hundreds of warriors marched in formation, their expressions fierce and unyielding. But what sent a chill through the onlookers—even the Demon Kings—was the shocking truth: every single member in these groups held the strength of the divine rank.

The sheer magnitude of their combined aura was overwhelming, as if the sky itself was bowing to their might. Together, they joined the Archons and the Ten Seats within the bubble, forming a colossal alliance of humanity's finest, all aligned in a single, unbreakable front. The presence of so many divine-ranked warriors seemed to pulse with raw power, a silent but undeniable declaration that the human race was ready for any war, no matter how devastating the enemy forces.