The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 462
Chapter 462: 462
BOOM!
Two strong auras erupted beside Kael.
SWOSSH!
A golden knight materialized behind Roosevelt, holding his sword tightly as a terrifying battle intent rolled off his body. His presence alone felt like a blade touching the throat of the world.
At the same time, a deep crimson aura surged out of Martina. It rose higher, almost like living flames wrapping around her figure.
Both auras clashed, pushing and crushing against one another, neither willing to back down. Power built up rapidly, thick enough to choke the air, and after a few tense breaths everything exploded outward in blinding light.
For a moment, the entire cave looked like it had been swallowed by the sun.
Then the light faded.
Martina and Roosevelt now stood with glowing figures, bodies steady and breathing calm.
Their breakthrough was complete. They opened their eyes slowly and looked at each other. Happiness filled their faces, satisfaction reflecting in their pupils.
But when they turned toward Kael, both faces froze.
“You…”
“Yes, me,” Kael replied flatly.
Roosevelt narrowed his eyes. “Your aura seems the same as before.”
Before Kael could respond, a voice roared through the cave.
“What the fuck?!”
Ramos appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Kael by the throat, shaking him violently.
“Why? Why the hell is your aura the same? Why haven’t you broken through?”
Martina and Roosevelt looked shocked. In the Crown Games Kael fought like a monster alone and even took down an SS rank by force. So naturally he should have broken through long ago.
Kael coughed, slapped Ramos’ arm aside and growled, “Give me a moment, you bastard.”
Ramos didn’t budge. He leaned in further.
“So what is it?”
“It’s just that I didn’t see anything,” Kael replied, expression straight.
“Bullshit. I could feel your aura. It was deadly. Enough to kill someone just by standing near.”
“I am telling the truth,” Kael answered again. “I just saw a woman breakthrough. That’s it. Nothing else. There wasn’t any vision nor enlightenment.”
He exhaled and continued seriously, “And I don’t need to breakthrough right now. I can manage. Have a little faith in me.”
Ramos let go slowly and stepped back with a deep sigh, frustration clear in his eyes.
“Damned brat… you don’t understand. We need strength. Now. You should already be SS rank and then push to SSS rank as fast as you can.”
Ramos pointed around angrily.
“Do you know? This is where Edward achieved Demi-God with enlightenment. Yet you can’t even reach SS?”
His voice cracked with disappointment. For the first time Kael saw real pain behind his words.
Kael placed a hand over his shoulder.
“Old coot, why are you acting like this? Stop the emotional drama. I said I don’t need it now. If you want me to break through to SS then fine. I will do it in one month. Okay?”
Ramos glared at him but said nothing.
Roosevelt stood and finally spoke, calm but tense.
“Did something happen while we were in that state?”
Pleard stepped forward with a heavy expression.
“Yes. A lot has happened.”
“You were like that for two days. Just two days, yet the world has changed.”
Martina tensed. Roosevelt clenched his sword.
Martin asked sharply, “What do you mean, Sir Pleard?”
Pleard inhaled deeply.
“Nightstar has fallen.”
Hiccup!
Everyone froze. Their minds blanked as if someone ripped the floor beneath them.
Kael however noticed one thing.
“If it has fallen, shouldn’t you all be happy about it?”
Pleard stared back with tired eyes.
“Nightstar has fallen into the hands of Prince Reim. He has declared himself Emperor of Nightstar. And your sister Adele has become Empress.”
The silence that followed was cold enough to suffocate.
Then–
“WHAAAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAYYYY?!”
The shout shook the cave more violently than any aura.
……..
TAP! TAP! TAP!
The sound of footsteps echoed through the grand hall, each step rippling across the pool of blood that covered the floor. The crimson surface trembled with every tap, reflecting broken shadows of bodies lying everywhere.
Limbs torn apart, flesh scattered, and faces frozen in terror. Death lingered thick like smoke, heavy and suffocating.
Through this slaughter, a man walked forward. His clothes were drenched in blood and his steps seemed tired, yet steady. His eyes scanned the scene, disbelief hidden beneath exhaustion. Blood stretched across the room like an ocean and he was the lone survivor walking through it.
He moved toward the staircase and climbed step by step, leaving red footprints behind him.
At the top stood a throne, towering and magnificent. A symbol of power, gold and obsidian entwined like fate itself. He stopped in front of it and stared.
He still could not believe it.
To sit on this throne was beyond his imagination. The throne of the kingdom they once called an enemy. Yet here he stood, in what had once been Nightstar’s pride, now soaked in blood and conquest.
In only a week everything changed.
Nightstar’s top forces were wiped out one after another. Abyssal Sect had launched a strike so sudden and so deep that even resistance seemed meaningless. They swept through before anyone could react, like a blade cutting a sleeping neck.
It started with the poisoning and death of the Imperial Family. Then nobles defected, turning their loyalty toward the Abyssal Sect.
It wasn’t a rushed plan. It had been woven quietly, perhaps over decades or a century. Victory like this could never be built overnight.
The only reason they succeeded was simple.
Nightstar had no Demi-God.
Without one they were a kingdom, not an empire. Without a Demi-God they had no shield strong enough to stop destruction.
If Heizen didn’t have Demi-God,it might have been flattened.
Rein stood before the throne, eyes reflecting the gold and red glow of the hall. He had dreamed of sitting here, of ruling, of power. He once believed he would give anything to seize this seat.
Now he finally had.
But instead of triumph he felt a hollow emptiness settle inside him.
“It didn’t feel as good as I thought.”
He knew the reason.
To sit here he had sacrificed everything. His past, his peace, his humanity. He gained the throne yet lost pieces of himself in return.
He shook his head slightly.
“There is no use wasting time thinking about this.”a cold voice echoed.
Rein turned and saw Adele standing near him. Blood covered her armour and she looked as worn as he did.
“I wasn’t hesitating,” Rein said quietly as he lowered himself into the throne.
The moment he sat, his eyes sharpened.
Authority and pressure rolled out from him like a storm. His posture changed, his gaze hardened and the hall felt like it bowed to his presence.
He breathed once and then commanded in a cold and strong voice.
“Time to summon the court.”