The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 425
Chapter 425: 425
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The deafening explosions tore through the air as Roosevelt unleashed the Imperial Swordsmanship’s forms one after another. His sword moved like a blazing storm, each swing releasing a bright arc of pure energy that cleaved through the ground. The earth cracked open beneath his feet, and waves of destruction rolled out in every direction.
Each strike left a deep scar across the land. Blinding flashes lit the battlefield as the shockwaves roared through, tossing debris and smoke into the sky. The ground shook violently with each impact, and the noise of metal clashing with magic echoed far and wide.
Rein and the dark mages quickly reacted, raising barriers and summoning defensive spells. Crimson and blue runes glowed in the air as thick layers of mana shields shimmered before them. The two sides clashed like opposing storms, light and darkness tearing into each other.
But amidst the chaos, Rein suddenly froze. A cold chill ran down his spine. His instincts screamed danger from behind him. His eyes widened in horror.
“DOODDDEEE!” Rein roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
Everyone turned at once. The next instant, a blinding flash erupted behind him.
A colossal beam of energy burst forth from the distance. The beam dismantled everything as if it was destruction itself. The beam tore through everything in its path, shredding stone, metal, and air alike. The ground split open as if the earth was screaming. Mountains cracked, and the hills behind them vanished in a single sweep.
The beam expanded as it traveled, its heat so intense that the broken cliffs and remains of it disintegrated instantly.
The blast wave flattened everything within sight. The light burned too bright to look at directly, and the sound was like a continuous explosion that refused to end.
When the beam finally stopped, smoke and dust filled the air. Pieces of molten rock rained down from above.
Through the haze, a battered figure slowly emerged. The man’s body was covered in burns, and his breathing was rough and ragged. He could barely stand.
“SHIITTTTT!” he groaned, clutching his chest.
His entire body was brunt into pieces.
Hearing that familiar voice, Martina’s heart jolted violently.
“KAELLL! Is that you!” she shouted in disbelief.
Ignoring the danger around her, she sprinted across the torn battlefield, dodging the craters and falling debris. Her boots slipped over cracked ground, but she didn’t care. All she could see was Kael lying in the center of the smoldering pit with his body broken and trembling.
“Kael!” Martina knelt beside him, her eyes wide with panic. She pulled a small glass vial from her belt and uncorked it with her teeth.
“Drink this!” she cried, forcing the potion into his mouth.
Kael gagged but swallowed, and almost immediately, color returned to his face. His breathing steadied just a little, and his muscles twitched back to life.
But before Martina could say anything more, Kael’s eyes snapped open, and he bellowed, “RUNN!”
“RUNNN?” Martina echoed in confusion, her eyes widening. “What do you—”
She stopped mid-sentence.
The air grew cold. The wind stopped blowing. A suffocating darkness began to spread from the edges of the battlefield.
The sky itself seemed to fold inward and the world was being swallowed by shadow.
Every living being on that field felt their hearts freeze. The octopus-like monster that had been battling Fred and the others suddenly went still, its massive tentacles twitching uneasily. The demons and human soldiers alike stopped fighting, their eyes darting toward the source of the overwhelming pressure.
Fred wiped blood from his mouth and gasped heavily. “What now?” he said through clenched teeth.
Dominic’s eyes sharpened as he looked toward the cliff that had been shattered by the earlier blast. His expression darkened. “Look…” he muttered.
From the black smoke rising over the cliff, something began to move.
A shadow took shape.
It stepped forward slowly, and when it emerged fully, even the air seemed to tremble.
It was a tall, female figure, her body bare and horrifyingly unnatural. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and parts of her body were covered in exposed bone, as if her skeleton was trying to claw its way out. Her face was half human, half skull, and her eyes glowed like burning stars of crimson and black.
Ten massive wings unfurled from her back. Each wing was twisted and torn, like they were stitched together from the remains of fallen creatures. The faint sound of fluttering feathers mixed with the eerie echo of whispers that came from nowhere.
From her long, thin legs, trails of thick blood flowed down to the ground, forming puddles that spread in all directions. The stench of death filled the air. The ground under her feet corroded as if life itself was being erased.
Everyone froze seeing the sight of their skin crawling. Their breath hitched in their throats.
Martina felt her heart pounding painfully. Roosevelt clenched his sword tighter, sweat dripping from his face. Even Dominic’s confident expression faltered. The mere presence of that being felt suffocating, as though the air itself refused to exist near her.
The monster that had been fighting moments ago suddenly roared, its deep voice shaking the mountains.
“Gyyaaa!”
The tentacles writhed wildly as the creature turned its attention toward the new figure. It was ready to attack, its bloodlust boiling.
The figure slowly tilted her head, her empty eyes turning toward the monster. For a brief moment, silence filled the battlefield again.
Then, her voice rang out. Cold. Distant. Terrifying.
“Disgusting,” she said.
Her tone carried an echo that vibrated in every ear.
“A mere piece of void monster dares to bare its fangs at me?” she spoke again, her expression twisting into something otherworldly.
She raised one pale, bony hand. Her wings spread wide, blocking the faint light of the sun. Her voice boomed like a divine command.
“Begone.”
The world went white.
A surge of energy erupted from her hand, not like fire or light, but pure annihilation. It spread in all directions at once.
The monster screamed as its body suddenly exploded into pieces.
Pieces of flesh shot all around.
The impact of that single word alone split the ground apart and sent shockwaves through the battlefield.
Everyone fell silent. Their eyes widened in disbelief. The creature that had once been unstoppable now simply ceased to exist.
And standing amidst the chaos, that figure slowly turned her gaze toward the rest of them.
Her voice echoed again, soft but clear, carrying across the ruins of the mountain.
“The true despair,” she said, her lips curling into an eerie smile, “has only begun.”
BOOM!
The pieces of flesh splattered around, wriggled around and joined back to form the humongous beast.
“Filthy beast!”
SWOOSH!
The Cthulhu tried to resist, its massive body thrashing violently, but every tentacle, every screech of rage, was swallowed by the darkness. The creature’s cries echoed through the mountains before its form began to collapse.
“YOUR DIVINITY OF SCARIFICE!”
“I will take it!”Saying this,she pointed at the figure.
SWOOSH!
A world rendering scene appeared.
A black miasma oozed from its body like smoke and drifted toward the eerie woman hovering in the sky.
The miasma coagulated into a liquid that started to thrash around wildly.
The moment the mist touched her, it was absorbed into her skin, vanishing completely.
The cloaked figures froze, horror spreading across their faces.
“What… what is that thing?” one of them stammered, stepping back.
“Who is that being?” another shouted. “We didn’t summon her! We don’t worship anything like that!”
And all of them came from none other than an evil group.
Even though they were several groups,still there was difference of status and apparently summoning Cthulhu and worshipping it was one of lowesg.
Their panicked cries filled the air, but Rein stood calmly among them, watching the figure above with an unreadable expression. Then, slowly, a faint smile spread across his face.
“Sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t believe you all could handle this on your own, so I summoned… external aid.”
“External aid?” one of the mages repeated, his voice trembling. “But who the hell is she?”
Rein’s eyes narrowed as he glanced toward the woman whose presence was distorting the air itself. “She is…” he paused, letting the tension hang before finishing, “…the Archangel of War, under the Dark Lord.”
The cloaked figures froze. Their faces went pale.
“The Dark Lord… who?” one whispered, his voice shaking.
Before Rein could reply, a deep, resonating sound rolled across the land. The eerie figure raised her head slightly and let out a low, chilling hum.
“It was easy to overpower that void creature,” she said, her tone smooth yet filled with venom.
“Suppressing its divinity was child’s play. But now that I have taken its essence… you are all mine.”
She opened her eyes.
The world turned black.
A wave of pure terror swept across the battlefield. Those who met her gaze screamed as their minds shattered, their bodies collapsing like puppets with cut strings.
The battlefield fell silent.The air itself felt heavy, suffocating under the pressure of the thing that stood before them.