The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 441
Chapter 441: 441
Ramos shot a sword slash that seemed to cut apart the entire world. The air split and a long arc of terrifying sword light tore across the sky. The clouds trembled and the ground cracked beneath the pressure. Everyone who was watching felt their hearts drop, as if the world itself was about to be divided into two.
But just as the slash reached the Archangel of War, a crimson mist emerged and whirled around her like boiling blood. The mist twisted and started to coagulate. It turned thicker and darker until it formed a very small orb. It was only the size of a closed fist, yet it pulsed with an overwhelming destructive force. She pointed that orb at the massive arc of Ramos’s sword.
For a moment, everything froze. The orb touched the sword light.
A horrific blast shook the entire place. The world flashed white for an instant and then a shockwave burst outward. Buildings collapsed and the ground split open. Ears rang and many soldiers fell on their knees from the pressure.
Through the heart of that explosion, a blazing spear shot forward. It ripped through the smoke and fire and struck the Archangel of War. The impact was so violent that her body was thrown away like a shooting star. She crashed through a row of tall buildings, tearing stone and steel apart.
Her figure vanished into the distance, blasted away for miles until she disappeared behind the horizon in a storm of dust and blood-red smoke.
A loud silence followed as the ground shook from the impact in the distance.
Ramos turned toward Edward and shouted with urgency. His voice was raspy from using too much power. “We need to take her out of the Capital or this damned place might not survive.”
“Hmm.” Edward nodded. His face looked serious and tired. They both understood what was at stake. There were still civilians hiding in underground shelters. If the fight continued inside the capital, no one would be able to save them.
Their figures blurred and shot forward, their speed so fast that even the strongest knights below could barely follow them with their eyes.
They appeared near the Archangel of War’s falling path and tried to grab her, planning to drag the fight far away from the city. But the moment they reached toward her, a strange layer of power shifted around her body and twisted space. It forced them back and they were pushed away like two arrows fired in reverse. They skidded across the air and had to steady themselves.
“Tch. We cannot grab her,” Ramos said. His fist tightened around his sword handle.
“Let’s just nlast her away again,” Edward said and raised his spear.
They did not hesitate. They attacked her repeatedly with force, sending more shockwaves against her falling body. Soon everyone in the ruined capital saw a ray of light that tore across the city. It shot out through the veil of smoke and debris. It streaked through the sky like a blazing line that led far away from the capital walls.
They successfully managed to drive her away from the center of the city.
Down below, four figures stood in awe. They were covered in dust and blood, yet their eyes were wide and stunned.
“What was that?” Duke Serpentine spoke with a bewildered expression. His voice cracked. He had seen wars and monsters, but never anything like this.
He then looked at Martin with confusion. “Are they already at the Demi-God stage?”
“Might be,” Luke replied, but he did not sound confident at all. His voice trembled slightly.
“So should they not live long? Why do they look like frail old men?” Duke Serpentine asked, still shocked as he remembered how Ramos and Edward looked before their transformation.
“Maybe because they paid a heavy price,” Duke Martin answered in a quiet tone. The thought alone made him shiver.
Then all three of them turned to look at Ruth, who had been standing there silently with a cold expression.
He noticed their stares and frowned. “Do not look at me like that. I do not know anything.”
They wanted to say that Ruth himself was close to reaching Demi-God level, but they held their tongues. This was not the time.
Luke sighed and spoke in wonder. “I wonder what is the difference between an Angel and a Demi-God.”
“It is almost the same,” Ruth said, surprising them again.
They all looked at him at once, waiting for an explanation.
“In terms of power level both are the same. The only difference is Angels have divinity and cannot be killed fully, unlike Demi-Gods. And for a Demi-God to advance further they need God’s will and bestowment.”
“Now that sounds pathetic,” Duke Serpentine muttered and rubbed his forehead.
They all fell silent. The sky was still trembling far away where the battle continued. No one knew if Ramos and Edward would return alive.
. …..
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Capital,a place torn apart by shockwaves, Kael stood stunned. His eyes were wide and disbelief was written clearly on his face. He felt frozen in place as a familiar figure approached through the drifting dust and smoke.
“You…” His voice was dry and heavy. His chest rose and fell as if he was struggling to breathe.
The cloak covering the figure fell. Long hair, pale skin, and familiar eyes appeared.
It was Mariana.
Kael’s heart skipped. He stepped back once, unable to hide the shock in his gaze. “You… Now what are you doing here?”
Mariana narrowed her eyes slightly.
“What are you doing here again?” Kael asked coldly. His eyes were sharp and untrusting. However, to his dismay, Mariana did not freeze or step back like he expected. Instead, she slowly took a step forward, her cloak brushing the ground.
Kael reacted at once. He raised his sword, ready to slash first without waiting for another answer. But the moment he moved, he froze in shock.
Mariana bowed her head down.
Kael’s sword trembled slightly in his hand. He did not understand what he was seeing. And what followed made his breath stop.
The men of other evil groups that had been rushing toward him with twisted bodies and howling jaws suddenly fell silent. A wet slicing sound echoed through the air. Blood sprayed in the wind like dark mist.
Figures clad in masks appeared one after another, moving like shadows in a storm. They tore through the monsters with merciless precision.
One masked warrior crushed a man’s skull under his boot, then cut another in half with a clean vertical slash.
Another twisted a neck with a crack and ripped its arm away.
A third figure grabbed a member in the mid-jump and slammed it into the ground so hard its bones shattered. Limbs flew, blood dripped, and bodies piled up.
Not a single creature survived more than a breath. It was brutal and monstrous, yet controlled, as if this kind of slaughter was natural to them.
When the last guy fell, the masked figures vanished and reappeared behind Mariana. Then they all knelt down together, silent and still like a dark army awaiting judgment.
Kael stared, stunned. A moment ago he had prepared to fight for his life, and now these same beings knelt before him. He could not understand it.
Mariana dropped to her knees. She slammed her head onto the ground so hard dust scattered around her.
“Please accept our bow, The Great Lord who goes through the various names,” she said, her voice trembling with devotion.
Kael’s face twisted. A chill ran through him. He did not speak, yet the titles continued to rain down.
“The Masked Hero, The Bane of Demons, The Slayer of Angels, The God Killer… And The Lord of Chaos.”
The moment Kael heard those titles, his body shook. His blood felt like it was boiling inside his veins. Memories he did not want to remember flickered like broken glass in his mind. His fingers clenched so hard the grip of his sword creaked.
He already had a guess, but he could not stop himself from asking.
“Are you what I am thinking right now?”
“We are the ones whom the world called the Heretic Sect,” Mariana said softly. “But there is only one being we follow and worship.”
Kael swallowed hard. His voice was low, almost unwilling. “And who is it?”
Mariana slowly lifted her head. Her eyes reflected nothing but pure, sincere devotion, the kind that bordered on madness.
“It is you, The Great One… Leonard Valcrest, the great of the past and now… Kael Veydrin.”
A cold wind ran across Kael’s skin.
“And now that you have returned, we are at your service, Lord,” she continued, lowering her head again. “It is time for you to fulfill your wish and have your revenge, the Great One.”
Silence fell
Then Kael’s lips curved. The smile widened slowly, unnaturally, until it shaped into a sinister grin that made the air itself feel heavier. Anyone who saw it would feel a strange deja vu, as if a nightmare they once survived had returned.
“Hehehehe… So finally, it is here…”
His eyes shone with a dark light.
“Hahaah!” His laughter echoed across the ruined land, crawling into the hearts of every witness.