The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 385
384: 384 384: 384 “His eyes widened.
He rushed outside, looking around in panic.
His deep voice boomed through the camp.
“Prince Verion!
Where are you?” His scream echoed, drawing the attention of others.
More demons stirred awake as their faces darkened with realization.
“Fuck.
There is a dead body!” one shouted.
“There is one here too!” another cried.
“It has been assassinated,” a third said with dread.
One demon picked up a corpse and examined the wound.
His eyes widened in shock.
A clean slit cut across the throat, slicing the veins in a single stroke.
It was sharp and smooth.
Too precise for a mistake.
“Killer,” he shouted.
His voice shook with fear.
“There is a fucking killer out there!” The camp turned into chaos.
Demons rushed about, their war cries rising.
“He isn’t here!” “Who isn’t here?” “That human…” “Did he escape?” “He must have found out about the death of his comrades!” “Fuck!
I told you not to kill the prey too quickly.
Now see the mess!” “He might be the one who killed them…ARGHHH!” “Go.
Tell the commander!” The demons sprinted toward the center of camp.
There, a huge figure lay inside a tent, snoring loudly.
The sharp blare of the war horns pierced his sleep.
“KURKKK!” His eyes flew open.
His voice roared in anger.
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!” Hal Levithian sat up, cursing as his massive body shifted.
His skin was dark, tough like stone.
Thick veins ran across his chest, glowing faintly red.
His arms were long and muscular, tipped with claws sharp enough to tear steel.
His fangs jutted from his mouth, his hair long and unkempt.
He was a beast in human form, and his presence heavy like a mountain.
“Sir,” a demon stammered, “the prince ran away after killing some of us.” Hal’s nostrils flared.
“Then why the fuck are you standing here?
Go search for him, dumbheads.
Stop causing chaos.
Unite everyone.” The demons scattered immediately leaving few.
Hal leaned back with a yawn.
“What about the team I sent to harass the humans?” “They haven’t returned, sir.” “Oh,” Hal muttered, his lips curling in a grin.
“Seems they are having fun.” He stretched, his joints cracking.
“Now go and-” He stopped mid-sentence.
His head snapped up.
A heavy pressure pressed down on him.
His instincts screamed.
His body tensed.
“What is this aura…” He walked out of the tent slowly.
His eyes narrowed at the sky.
A wave of killing intent washed over the camp.
It was sharp and suffocating.
Demons froze in place, their skin crawling under the weight of it.
Hal growled.
“Which bastard is it?
Did one of our own go crazy again?” He tilted his head up and froze.
There was a figure standing above.
His sword was raised high.
The blade glowed with crimson light, brighter and brighter, until the glow stretched into the sky like fire.
Hal’s heart skipped.
His instincts screamed louder than ever.
The figure then slashed down.
The sword wave erupted.
A massive arc of energy tore through the air, splitting the night sky.
It crashed downward with deafening force.
The camp trembled.
The earth split across and the demons screamed as the wave rushed toward them.
Hal’s eyes widened.
His voice broke out in terror.
“FUCKKKKK!” …..
The demons were running like mad men, shouting and cursing, when it happened.
Their eyes widened and their bodies turned stiff.
A murderous intent suddenly swept through the air.
It pressed down on them like a mountain, crushing their breath.
Some choked on their own spit, clutching at their throats as the horrifying pressure crawled over their skin.
Their flesh trembled.
Their hair stood on end.
A sick feeling crept through their stomachs, as if death itself was standing before them.
Slowly, they turned their eyes.
There he was.
A man stood on top of a parched pine tree.
His cloak flapped in the wind.
His figure was dark and still, but the aura around him radiated a bone chilling coldness.
The demons closest to him felt their knees weaken.
Their eyes shook as they stared at the glowing blade in his hand.
The man raised his sword high.
A sudden glow spread across the camp.
With one motion, he slashed it down.
BOOOOM!
The world shook.
A wave of condensed sword energy erupted forward.
The sound cracked like thunder.
It ripped the night apart.
The wave smashed into the demon camp with destructive force.
The ground split open.
The earth tore apart in long jagged lines.
The tents burst like paper, flapping into the air before shredding into pieces.
Dust and blood rose together, carried on the shockwave.
Screams filled the night.
“AAAHHHHHHH!” “My leg!” “ARGHHH!RUNNN!” The sword wave blasted through demons caught in its path.
Some were sliced clean in half.
Their bodies dropped before they even realized they were dead.
Others were thrown far into the air, their flesh burned and torn.
The smell of blood, smoke, and cooked skin spread across the camp, thick and choking.
However… The wave of destruction did not stop.
It tore through wooden houses, shattering them into debris.
The ground was left carved with a massive scar that glowed faintly, cutting through the middle of the camp like a wound.
Hal’s eyes widened.
For the first time in a long while, he felt danger press against his body.
He leapt back, his large frame moving fast.
The sword wave still caught him.
Its edge grazed his arm, splitting his skin.
Black blood dripped down, sizzling as it hit the ground.
“Bastard…” Hal muttered.
His voice was low and trembling with rage.
His chest heaved as the shockwave rolled past him, shaking his body.
All around, demons crawled through the dirt.
Some clutched missing arms.
Others pressed hands to open wounds.
Their screams mixed with the smell of death.
“AAHHHH!
My stomach!” “Please… no… it hurts!” “Help!
Help me!” The cries echoed in every direction.
The camp that had been alive with laughter and fire a moment ago was now a graveyard filled with broken bodies and blood.
Hal looked past it all.
His eyes locked on the figure standing in the distance.
“HUMAAANNNNNN!” Hal roared.
His fangs flashed, his voice shaking the air.
The figure lifted his sword again.
The ground trembled.
Dust and ash swirled around him as if pulled into his aura.
The pressure pressed against every chest, making it hard to breathe.
“Move!
Spread out!” Hal bellowed.
His voice thundered across the camp.
Demons stumbled to obey.
Their feet dragged through the blood-soaked earth.
Some fell to their knees and crawled, their eyes wide with fear.
But the figure did not wait.
He stepped forward.
In a blink, he was among them.
His sword flashed.
The first strike split a demon from shoulder to waist, blood spraying high into the air.
The second strike pierced straight through the chest, the tip of the blade bursting out the back.
Blood poured like a fountain as a massacre began.
Demons screamed and swung with claws and blades.
They attacked in desperation, but the glowing sword moved faster.
Each time their weapons clashed with it, sparks burst and their strength broke.
Some lost their arms, sliced clean off.
Some lost their heads, rolling on the blood-drenched ground.
The night turned red.
Bodies piled one after another.
Blood pooled into streams, soaking into the cracked dirt.
Broken weapons, shattered armor, and torn tents lay scattered in the dust.
The demons’ courage melted away.
Their hearts pounded with fear.
“MONSTER!” one demon shrieked before his jaw was cut open in a spray of blood.
“STAY AWAY!” another cried, only to be split in half.
The man kept moving.
His strikes were swift and merciless.
Every swing ended with a scream.
Every step he took left blood splattering behind him.
Hal gritted his teeth.
His fists shook.
His rage boiled like fire in his chest.
“Where are the A ranks?” he growled, his voice heavy.
“Go!
Bring them!” A large demon slammed his foot into the ground.
The earth shook under the force.
He rushed forward, his massive fist crashing through the air with raw power.
The figure tilted his body and slid aside.
The punch passed an inch away from him, smashing into the dirt and leaving a crater.
Before the demon could react, the glowing sword slashed across.
Blood sprayed out and the large demon staggered back, his chest cut deep.
The demon body tensed up.
He bent his back, narrowly avoiding a strike aimed at him.
Even so, the sword edge brushed against his armor, cracking it.
The demons staggered.
He breathed hard but did not fall.
His eyes burned with hatred and rage.
His chest rose and fell like a wild beast.
He spread his arms wide, his muscles tightening.
His aura rose like fire, pouring out in waves.
The ground shook as his power grew.
Darkness wrapped around his body.
His presence grew heavier, pressing down on the air.
“Kill him!” Hal roared.
His voice thundered like a beast’s cry.