Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Realizing the sheer danger Lucy posed, the disciple who had blocked her initial attack stumbled back, his face pale with fear.

His sword trembled in his hands, his voice shaking as he called out to his comrades. "Everyone, attack all at once! This one… this one is different!" His eyes darted to Lucy, wide with disbelief. He knew they were facing something far beyond their usual battles.

The other disciples exchanged nervous glances, their confidence wavering. But there was no time to hesitate.

One by one, they rushed forward, their weapons drawn, mana swirling around them as they prepared for an all-out assault. The air crackled with energy, but the fear in their eyes was unmistakable.

Lucy stood in the center, her Volcanic Dragon Claws burning hotter than ever. The ground beneath her feet seemed to sizzle from the intensity of her aura. Her lips curled into a dangerous smirk as she looked at the disciples rushing toward her. She wasn't just ready—she was eager.

"You really think you can handle me?" Lucy muttered, her voice low, a dark edge to her tone.

One of the disciples, gripping his sword tightly, shouted in a desperate attempt to rally his comrades. "We can take her! Don't let up—together, we can bring her down!"

But Lucy's eyes glinted with fury. "Bring me down?" she repeated mockingly. "Let's see you try."

As the first wave of attackers closed in, Lucy moved. Her Volcanic Dragon Claws slashed through the air, each strike leaving a trail of molten fire.

The moment her claws connected with the first disciple, there was a deafening explosion. His body was instantly engulfed in flames, his scream cut short as he disintegrated into ash.

"Impossible!" another disciple gasped, his voice breaking with terror. "How can one person be this strong?"

Lucy didn't give them time to think. With a fierce, determined expression, she spun around, her claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. Each blow was followed by another explosion, the force of her attacks causing shockwaves that sent more disciples flying.

"You should have stayed out of my way," Lucy growled, her voice cold as her fiery gaze locked onto another group of attackers.

One disciple, trembling, managed to shout, "Surround her! She can't take us all down at once!"

They moved to encircle her, but Lucy's smirk only deepened. "A storm of flies, that's all you are." Her voice dripped with disdain, her eyes blazing with volcanic fury. "Let's end this."

As they lunged at her from all sides, Lucy raised her Volcanic Dragon Claws high, the heat intensifying to unbearable levels. She slammed them down into the ground, unleashing a massive wave of fire that erupted in every direction.

The resulting explosion tore through their formation, consuming everything in its path. Flesh and bone were obliterated in an instant, the once-coordinated attack reduced to nothing more than a pile of scorched remains.

A few of the disciples, realizing that attacking Lucy head-on was a death sentence, exchanged nervous glances. The inferno that surrounded her was too overwhelming, her every move lethal. Desperation flashed in their eyes as they quickly recalculated their strategy.

One of them, his voice trembling but resolute, whispered, "Forget her… go for the boy!"

They all nodded, a silent agreement forged in fear. Without hesitation, they shifted their focus toward Lucas, hoping that catching him off guard would turn the tide of the battle.

But as they moved in, Lucy's eyes flickered with a dangerous light. It was as if she could feel their intent through the heat of the battlefield. Her lips curled into a snarl. "Don't even think about it," she growled, her voice carrying over the crackling flames.

With terrifying speed, Lucy intercepted each disciple that dared approach her brother. Her Volcanic Dragon Claws sliced through the air, cutting them down with ease, the fiery explosions consuming their bodies before they could even scream. One by one, they fell, their desperate plan crumbling in the face of Lucy's unrelenting fury.

Meanwhile, Lucas who was still hanged behind Lucy amidst the chaos, watching the battle unfold with a calm expression, as if he were merely an observer rather than a participant.

Every so often, one of the attackers managed to get close enough to strike him, but to their bewilderment, the blades seemed to glance off his body as if hitting solid stone. The attackers exchanged shocked looks, their eyes wide with disbelief.

One of them cursed under his breath. "What… what is this kid made of?!"

Their confusion only grew as they pressed on, more strikes landing on Lucas but having no effect. The metallic clang of swords against his body echoed in the air, but Lucas remained unmoved, his gaze steady, unbothered by their futile efforts.

In the midst of the chaos, one disciple managed a lucky hit. His sword struck the emblem on Lucas's waist, shattering it into pieces with a sharp crack.

Lucas glanced down briefly, noticing the fragments fall to the ground, but his face remained neutral. He didn't seem concerned in the slightest.

One of the disciples, seeing the broken emblem, grinned triumphantly. "Got him! We've—"

But before he could finish, the rest of the group hesitated, sensing something wasn't right. Lucas didn't react at all, and his calm demeanor was unnerving.

Meanwhile, Lucy, focused entirely on the battle ahead, hadn't noticed what was happening behind her. Her volcanic aura burned brighter as she continued to tear through the remaining enemies, unaware of the shattered emblem or the confusion surrounding her brother.

In a desperate last-ditch effort, one of the remaining disciples, his hands shaking, fumbled for a special communication emblem hidden deep within his robes. His fingers trembled as he grasped the emblem, knowing that their only chance of survival now lay in calling for reinforcements.

His breath hitched, panic setting in as he activated the device. The glow of the emblem flickered to life, and his voice quivered with fear. "Th-This is an emergency!" he stammered, his throat dry.

He glanced at Lucy, who continued to wreak havoc on the battlefield, and his heart pounded harder in his chest. "We've encountered... an enemy far beyond what we expected."

The other end of the communication crackled to life, and a cold, authoritative voice responded, "State the threat level."

The disciple swallowed hard, his voice breaking under the weight of his terror. "Seven stars—at least! She's... she's like a force of nature! We don't stand a chance!" His words rushed out, each one tinged with rising panic.