Nameless King

Chapter 762 The Power

The Fifth Rank Arkans were not distracted by the battle as their primary concern was to reclaim space, but when their leader was literally torn apart, they were forced to look away and shudder in fear.

"What...? Why did the leader die...? How did this happen?" Some of them muttered while in disbelief.

"Stop doing nothing!" Suddenly one of the Six Rank Arkans shouted as she pointed at Sven, "We must kill him right now! This is a direct order from the Elders and our duty as a new generation!"

The Arkans were puzzled for a while, but once they realized who their enemy was, their auras intensified and they all prepared to attack. Although they were not as strong as Sven, but each of them was an experienced fighter and had the strongest skills, so their overall power was enormous.

Sven didn't say anything, he just extended his hand forward with a slight smile on his face.

Tap.

Suddenly there was a massive hand on his shoulder as Osvald stepped forward, "Sven, you've already dealt with their main one, leave the rest to me. It's been so long since I've fought someone even slightly strong, if I don't do it now, I'm sure I'll die of boredom."

Sven's eyes went wide as he shook his head and with a slight smile on his face said, "Sure. I'm sorry I didn't think of you. Have fun, they're all yours."

Sven took a few steps back as he stood next to Marlis while Osvald walked forward.

"Is that Osvald...? Damn, he's strong too, though we should definitely be able to handle him." The woman muttered as her hands were covered in a massive purple flame.

She pointed at Osvald as a powerful stream of fire erupted from her palm and filled the entire space. Her eyes were icy as she was absolutely certain that her attack would produce results.

"Fire, right? How boring... Couldn't the younger generation learn something more interesting?" Osvald grinned before taking a deep breath and opening his mouth wide.

A torrent of flame rushed toward him, Osvald just swallowed it whole as his stomach swelled wide. Then, his eyes sparkled as he stepped forward and released a dense stream of fire that was more like a laser with devastating power.

The woman didn't have time to react as the laser pierced her body and she was burned to the ground. The same thing happened to several other Arkans before Osvald ran out of fire.

"He's a monster...!" One of the ten surviving Arkans exclaimed with a frightened look while pointing at Osvald, "Even Dragons wouldn't dare to block Mistress' attack, but he used it against us! That's impossible!"

"We must run away! Against them, we don't stand a chance!" The man exclaimed as he created a massive magical circle behind him.

The rest of the Arkans followed his example, but it would take some time to open a portal here, which they didn't have.

"Hey, don't upset me. I thought you could at least entertain me... but it looks like I overestimated you. You're weak as hell..." Osvald muttered while shaking his head before looking up.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Osvald's aura intensified as his energy flows turned into a massive white Dragon head, exuding eerie energy.

"Hmm? Why does your energy look so strange...?" Marlis asked with a confused look as she stared at Dragon Head.

"Damn... I completely forgot that I changed it this way... I didn't want everyone to freak me out, though Dragon Head has surprised almost everyone, even Wain... Well, it's time to get it back on track." Osvald shrugged in a careless manner as he waved his hand.

Dragon Head trembled as it gradually transformed into something more dangerous. It was a monster head with two long horns and deadly eyes with vertical pupils, resembling some kind of ancient snake and lizard.

At the same time, Osvald's aura intensified several times as Arkans found it hard to even breathe. They felt as if they were in front of the Fifth Chronicle when they were only in the Third One.

"Guys, if we hadn't come here, someone else would have come who was interested in keeping you out of the way, so you've been bloody ill-prepared. The price for your mistake will be death." Osvald said in a calm voice as he stomped his foot as if trying to crush something.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

This caused a shockwave as the snake's head enlarged several times and like a ghost swept through the Arkans trying to escape. Energy jolted through them, then hundreds of lacerations opened on their bodies as blood gushed out. One attack was enough to deal with them all.

"Huh, you just used energy... Unbelievable, Osvald, you seem to have grown even stronger over time." Sven grinned with his arms crossed over his chest.

"It seems to you. We just haven't seen either of us fight in a long time, even though it only remotely resembled a battle." Osvald uttered while looking at the Arkans falling into the darkness, "Damn... I remember now when I once saw you fight in rage... Probably the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"Well, I'm not unique in that. A lot of calm people are incredibly scary when they're angry, that's the way this world works." Sven shrugged, patted Osvald on the shoulder, and headed forward, "Gradually space is becoming less and less stable. At this rate... my theory might actually be confirmed."

Marlis and Osvald looked at Sven with confused looks, looked at each other, and shrugged while shaking their heads. They knew that Sven would not tell them what he was thinking unless he thought the moment was right.

...

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The water in the massive river trembled as in Death Shore appeared an enormous seal that combined thousands of different magical circles, runes, and formations. The complexity of this seal was prohibitive, even the wisest mages would need years to fully understand how it worked.

"Fine, almost done." Abyss Artist said in a sly voice.