The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 435

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Kael tried to make sense of the chaos around him. The air was heavy with tension and screams echoed from the distance. His eyes darted toward his mother and then to the old man standing beside him.

“Old man… Can you handle this?” Kael asked seriously, his voice firm but full of worry. “I think at least we should transport Mother and my people to safety.”

Before Ramos could reply, Kael suddenly froze. A chill crept up his spine as an ominous presence washed over him. His instincts screamed danger, yet there was no attack.

Instead, a formation of armored soldiers marched into view.

“Black Lion Guards,” Kael muttered, recognizing the dark insignia on their armor.

Rows upon rows of elite knights stood in perfect formation, their heavy black armor reflecting the faint crimson light of the burning horizon. Each carried a long halberd marked with the royal crest of the Empire.

“I was waiting for them to act up,” Ramos said calmly, rising to his feet. His long cloak fluttered slightly in the wind as his expression became unreadable.

He turned toward Kael and then looked at Emilia, who was still standing frozen in shock.

“Go,” he said in a low but commanding tone.

Kael nodded quickly and reached for his mother. “Mom, let’s go.”

Emilia hesitated but took his hand. As they turned to leave, her gaze drifted upward toward the distant sky. Explosions flashed like lightning far above, and she bit her lip before asking quietly, “About Adele…”

For a moment, no one spoke. The air seemed to still. Ramos finally broke the silence, his tone flat but firm. “She chose her own path.”

Kael then turned toward Lyria, who had been calm until now. However, something about her expression felt off as her eyes seemed distant, uneasy.

“Lyria,” he called softly.

“Yes, my Lord?” she replied, straightening her posture.

“Is something bothering you?”

Before she could answer, a small voice cut in. “Mama… Mama… trouble!”

Elfie fluttered toward her, her small wings glowing faintly in the dim light as she landed on Lyria’s shoulder.

Lyria smiled gently and patted the little fairy’s head. “It might just be too much shock from what’s happened,” she said softly.

Kael frowned slightly but didn’t push further. “Okay, enough. Let’s go now.”

The Black Lion Guards stepped forward instantly, forming a solid wall of shields and halberds. Their movement was synchronized, precise like a single living being. The formation closed in around Kael, Emilia, Lyria, and the others, forming a protective corridor.

“Formation Delta. Keep your guard tight!” the captain shouted.

“Yes, sir!” the guards answered in unison, their heavy boots pounding against the ground as they moved.

The sound of armor clashing and distant screams filled the air as they began their retreat. The Black Lions advanced slowly, their shields overlapping tightly, forming a moving barrier. Every few steps, flashes of dark energy struck against them, yet the formation held firm.

…..

High above the city, the sky was torn apart by violent energy.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions echoed through the clouds as the Duke and the upper echelon of the Abyssal Sect clashed. Each collision of their power shook the heavens. The sheer intensity could level entire nations if unleashed on the ground.

Bolts of crimson lightning clashed with waves of dark energy. Each strike left glowing scars across the sky. The clouds twisted violently, forming spirals of chaos that spread for miles.

The power of SSS ranks was nothing short of monstrous.

Ruth hovered midair, his sword was glowing like a lightening miniature sun. Opposite him floated three Abyssal lords, their forms twisted and shrouded in black mist. Their eyes gleamed red with bloodlust as eerie runes glowed along their skin.

With a roar, one of them swung his arm, unleashing a torrent of shadow that devoured everything in its path. It wasn’t just darkness — it carried whispers, screams, and the feeling of despair itself.

Ruth spun his sword and slammed it forward. A wave of golden light erupted from the weapon, cutting through the shadow like a storm of thunder.

BOOOOM!

The collision shattered the air itself. Lightning and black mist scattered in every direction, sending shockwaves that rippled across the battlefield.

Below, two more SSS-ranked knights clashed against Abyssal warlocks who wielded bizarre powers. One summoned black serpents made of bone, another unleashed fire that burned blue, consuming mana itself.

Their attacks tore through space, leaving holes of nothingness in the sky before being sealed again by counterspells.

And then a roar shook the heavens.

The Black Dragon spread its massive wings, its scales glimmering like obsidian. It opened its maw and unleashed a dragon’s breath that could wipe out a mountain range.

A torrent of black and crimson flame shot downward, twisting and devouring everything in its path.

Ruth’s eyes hardened. He raised his blade, lightning dancing along its edge.

“Not today,” he whispered.

With a sharp swing, a lightning slash ripped through the air. It struck the dragon’s breath, splitting it apart. The cut beam shot upward, piercing through the clouds before exploding with a deafening boom that painted the sky in a dazzling burst of light.

The shockwave spread for miles, rattling even those on the ground.

Amidst the chaos, Luke hovered beside Ruth, his aura blazing like a star. His voice was filled with frustration as he shouted, “Stop dragging and fight with us seriously!”

Duke Serpentine, who had been exchanging attacks with an Abyssal overlord, glanced back with a half-smile. “We are fighting seriously. Believe me.”

“Believe my ass!” Martin roared as his sword ignited in flames. He swung it down with a powerful arc, sending a blazing crescent that tore through the air toward the enemies.

The Duke chuckled, blocking another barrage of shadow bolts. Despite the chaos, all of them Ruth, Luke,and Serpentine — were holding back their full power.

They weren’t stalling out of fear but out of concern

Every blow they exchanged was being redirected upward, every explosion curved away from the ground.

They were fighting at full strength while still ensuring the people below remained safe.

But the longer the battle dragged on, the harder it became to hold back. The air itself trembled under their power, and the sky turned into a raging sea of light and darkness.

Every time a class occurred in the sky raged like a storm of chaos. The ground below trembled with every clash, and flashes of light and shadow turned the heavens into a battlefield of gods.

The three Duke Ruth, Martin, Serpentine and Salvatore stood at the front lines, leading the Empire’s vanguard. Their auras burned like suns in the darkened sky.

Ruth’s blade split through another wave of dark energy, sending it spiraling away into the clouds. He turned sharply, his instincts flaring. For a moment, the air around him felt distorted, like space itself was twisting.

His brows furrowed. “Something isn’t right,” he muttered under his breath.

Before the others could react, the sky itself cracked open. A massive circle of light and shadow formed in midair, tearing the fabric of space apart. A chilling energy poured out, heavy and suffocating. The clouds above swirled violently as if reality was being ripped open.

Then, from within that rift, a familiar figure began to step out.

SWOOSH!

A streak of black light shot forward like a spear. It aimed straight for one of the them, but Ruth moved before anyone else could even blink. His body flashed across the air, his sword swinging upward to block the attack.

BOOOOM!

The impact shook the sky. A powerful shockwave burst outward, ripping through clouds and scattering energy in every direction. The force of it sent both armies momentarily reeling back.

Ruth steadied himself in midair, his blade glowing faintly. He glared toward the rift, where three dark silhouettes slowly emerged.

One of them laughed softly, his voice carrying a cruel edge. “Hohhhoo… it has been ages since I last fought. The air still tastes the same.”

Another figure stretched his arms lazily, his smirk visible beneath his half-mask. “Can’t believe we’re here again. Fate has a strange way of pulling us back to the same damn battlefield.”

Ruth’s eyes darkened. He recognized those voices. Those auras.

Behind him, Duke Martin’s face twisted with rage as his sword trembled in his hand. “Youuuu!” he shouted, his voice thundering across the sky. “You bastards dare show your faces here!”

Duke Salvatore’s expression hardened. “Damn…Now what is this?”

The three figures finally stepped fully out of the rift. Their cloaks fluttered as their overwhelming power spread across the battlefield. The energy radiating from them was familiar yet terrifying—clean, organized, and deliberate.

Ruth’s eyes widened slightly as realization hit. “No…” he whispered.

Martin gritted his teeth. “Shit! We’ve been played!”

“What?” Luke barked, glancing sharply at him.

“That’s their plan all along!” Martin roared, fury blazing in his eyes. “The Abyssal Cult was just a distraction!”

Ruth’s expression hardened as he looked at the three intruders.

“Damn you… Night Star,” Duke Serpentine’s voice came through the communicator, filled with bitter anger from the other side of the battlefield. “So that’s what this chaos was for.”

The three SSS-ranked enemies floated above the torn sky, their smirks mocking and confident.

The one in front, a man with long silver hair and eyes like frozen glass, looked down at Ruth. “You’ve grown stronger, Grand Duke. But strength means little when you have to fight in a group.”

Ruth gripped his sword tighter, lightning flashing around him. “Group?” he muttered, his tone turning sharp. “You’ll soon find out how wrong you are.”

“Hold them back while we finish the things,”one of the Priests from the Abyssal Sect spoke.

The three intruders laughed lightly, their combined aura distorting the air..

“We will but make sure to finish quickly.”

Then..

BOOM!

Their auras clashed again, shaking the heavens and tearing the clouds apart.