novelAlta Chapter 513: I have no intention of just watching
Chapter 513: I have no intention of just watching
The breath that Lexion had blocked destroyed the houses in the capital. He clicked his tongue and glanced sideways at the buildings that had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a thick cloud of dust.“You see all sorts of things in life.”
Never in his life did he expect to witness Nikephoros lose his mind and go berserk. Lexion, his weapon ready, glared at Nikephoros with bloodshot eyes.
Kieeeeek!
The strong words he was shouting were like waves, scorching the surroundings.
-Get out! I said get out!
Lexion simply blocked the wave with a wave of his hand. Then, he immediately gathered his magical power and swung his weapon in a powerful swing.
Nikephoros had a large gash on his wing. He was running wild, seemingly forgetting how to dodge.
Keeeeek!
Nikephoros, screaming in agony, charged at Lexion again. It wasn’t difficult to dodge his reckless, reckless attacks.
“Hey, old man.”
Nikephoros’ teeth were blocked by Lexion’s defensive magic. Lexion looked up at him with indifferent eyes.
“It’s a really old story, though.”
Nikephoros stepped back and swung his giant claws at Lexion again.
A noise like metal clashing erupted. Thunder and lightning flashed in the storm created by the swirling magical energy around them.
“I didn’t hate you that much.”
The eyes that had completely lost their sense of purpose were filled with Lexion’s image.
“Among our ruthless compatriots, the only one who would tolerate a child’s prank was a sly old man.”
Lexion, who answered calmly, swung his sword with force.
The protective magic exploded, causing Nikephoros to stagger violently. Lexion, taking advantage of the gap, closed in on him.
“But…”
Lexion’s sword dug deep into the neck where blood was pouring out once again.
“Even if you’re crazy, you should be crazy to a certain extent.”
Lexion’s voice, as he murmured, was utterly chilling. As he drew his sword, crimson blood spurted out everywhere.
A thunderbolt crashed down from between the dark clouds, crashing down on the city center. Beneath their feet, another building was destroyed.
Now the capital was almost completely devastated, except for the part protected by Lexion.
-What does a child know!
A torrent of rage swept through the city like a typhoon, but it did not inflict any damage on Lexion.
“It’s better than being a senile old man. What are you like now?”
For a moment, Lexion’s figure disappeared and then appeared right in front of Nikephoros.
“You’re no different from an ugly beast!”
Lexion spun around and thrust his sword deep.
Lexion’s blow pierced Nikephoros’ neck. A handful of blood gushed out from his gaping mouth. A torrential downpour poured down from the sky, as if a hole had been torn open.
Nikephoros, whose neck was pierced, could no longer make a sound and could only struggle.
Now it was really time to end it.
Lexion roared loudly as he scattered the blade with his magical power again.
Kyaoooooooo!
Wings sprouted from his back, his human-like appearance became distorted, and horns sprouted from his forehead.
Black breath began to form between his sharp teeth.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop. An indescribable roar tore through the sky, and there was an earthquake so powerful it sent shockwaves through the earth, sending those who refocused on their battle reeling.
And then, a moment later, a huge storm blew in from the outer wall of the barrier.
A enormous bolt of lightning struck true.
“…”
“…”
And then, as if the commotion just moments ago had been a lie, it quickly died down. People were stunned.
A huge shadow fell over their heads. Those who looked up at the sky absentmindedly gaped in amazement.
“Huh, huh?”
“Huh huh huh huh?”
A huge dragon that seemed to cover the entire square was slowly falling to the ground.
“Move! Get out of the way!”
“Don’t panic! The barrier is still intact!”
Richt shouted urgently at those caught up in the commotion. .
The massive body hit the barrier and slid down.
The golden dragon lay limp, motionless. From the hole in its heart, crimson blood gushed out like a lake.
And the dragon, left alone in the form of a young man, flapped his huge wings and looked down at the corpse of his rival from the sky.
“Rest now.”
Wiping the blood from his face, Lexion blurted out.
But he, too, was exhausted. Blood gushed from his mouth and soaked his body.
“Shit…”
His vision grew increasingly blurry. With a flick of his hand, Lexion retracted his barrier. He then landed on the ground, barely maintaining his consciousness.
Heavy rain began to pour down on the ground where the barrier had been lifted.
“Hey, hero.”
Lexion approached Laius, who was gasping for breath after dealing with a homunculus.
“Lord Lexion.”
A haggard-looking Laius turned to him. Lexion met his gaze and spoke again.
“Nikephoros is… dead. Dispose of the body as you see fit.”
But the clots of blood rising in his throat kept interrupting his words. Lexion spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
“I’ll be waiting at the palace.”
“…Thank you for your effort.”
The moment Laius dipped his head, Lexion vanished on the spot.
He had teleported.
“At last…”
Rider’s lips trembled.
Nikephoros was dead.
Even though he knew it wasn’t the time, he couldn’t take his eyes off the giant dragon’s corpse.
“Richt.”
At that moment, Laius called out to Richt. Richt turned at the sudden call.
“Yes, sir.”
“I guess the remaining party can handle it themselves.”
There was now only one homunculus left. Richt’s expression hardened as he realized what he was about to say..
“Of course.”
“I’m going after Arendt.”
The expected words returned. Laius’ gaze had been fixed on the Great Temple since a while ago.
“Deal with the remaining homunculi and clean up the remnants.”
“I will follow your orders.”
Just as Laius was about to take a step towards the Great Temple through the rain…
Suddenly, a huge flame burst out from inside the Great Temple.
He couldn’t even remember how many enemies he had killed.
Even after leaving Arthur behind, Arendt continued to slash and slash at the incoming priests. At one point, the surrounding area began to be engulfed in flames, but Arendt never stopped walking.
He didn’t even realize that he had become like a rag.
“I can’t let you reach the Saintess, !”
He just mechanically cut down the enemies and moved forward step by step.
“Huh, ugh…”
All he could hear in his hazy ears was his own heavy breathing. Blood was constantly gushing from his throat.
He felt like he was going to collapse and die at any moment.
But that couldn’t be done.
A bloodied hand opened the door to the High Priest’s office without knocking. But what greeted him was not Lumiel, but Saintess Iris.
“. …What is it? It was you.”
Arendt coughed and spat out the words nonchalantly. Iris showed no sign of surprise.
“The smell of blood is strong again today, Sir Arendt.”
Iris spoke lightly, as if she were exchanging pleasantries. The fact that all the priests guarding the hallway were dead was something Arendt had already noticed before he stormed in.
Arendt, who was about to stride inside, lost his balance for a moment and stumbled.
He barely managed to grab the doorway and forced himself upright once more.
“Where is the High Priest?”
“I’m sorry, but I have no intention of telling you.”
Iris answered softly.
“Go and see for yourself. She’s still alive.”
“You…”
Arendt stumbled into the room.
A pure white frost settled on the ground where flames were raging.
“It seems like you have no intention of running away.”
With each step, the blood that fell clung together, creating a red ice sheet.
“I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. The only person who appeared before me was Sir Arendt, in a dying state.”
Iris gave a somewhat odd answer.
“If you think about it that way, maybe we haven’t completely failed…”
A faint sigh slipped into her voice.
“Was it my misjudgment, or was it an inevitable fate?”
Most of the priests were already dead.
The rest would soon be burned to death. Since no evacuation order was given, they would carry out their orders along with the burning temple.
She could also feel that the core that created the ghouls had stopped breathing.
“Or am I still too weak to serve you, Lord Chernion?”
She could no longer fight.
She had lost.
Once again, it was Iris who tasted the bitter cup of failure.
“In this place where neither hero nor dragon could reach, you alone stand…”
Iris’ silvery, transparent gaze fell on Arendt. She couldn’t see him, but she knew it was him.
“In the end, I guess I will be defeated by you.”
He was already at his limit. His normally sharp eyes were clouded by excessive blood loss, and he could barely hold himself upright without leaning on his sword.
“Whether it was misjudgment or weakness, . It doesn’t matter…”
Arendt’s voice quivered like it might falter at any moment.
“In a hero’s story, it’s natural for the villain to be defeated and retreat.”
He staggered, looking as if he might collapse at any moment. But he stubbornly raised his gaze and looked at Iris.
“In the end, that’s all your role was on this stage, huh?”
Every time he coughed, blood spurted everywhere.
“A prop that makes the hero stand out, a villain, something to be cast aside and erased.”
Arendt spat out with a slur of anger.
“There’s no place for you on my stage. This is my stage… my world. I made that clear to your god.”
A bitter smile appeared on his blood-stained lips. Iris stared at him, her smile fading.
“Still, even in this situation…”
He heard the sound of a charred pillar collapsing. A fierce flame surged outside the window. It wouldn’t be long before this room, too, would be engulfed in flames.
“You are so arrogant.”
“Because that’s my role.”
Arendt answered expressionlessly. Iris burst into laughter.
“Sir Arendt, I curse you.”
Iris stared straight at Arendt. The light from the flames swirling outside flickered eerily across her beautiful face.
“If we ever meet again, I will seek you out first and take revenge. Definitely.”
Black divine power blossomed from Iris’ fingertips and instantly transformed into the shape of a dagger.
Arendt didn’t even have time to react. Without a moment’s hesitation, Iris plunged it into her throat.