Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 195 Apocalypse Of Therut (7)

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"This is a suicidal attempt!"

He shouted and flung himself into the air, aiming in the direction of the palace.

"I don't understand what is going on! But the Emperor comes first"

Her voice sounded from above him.

He looked up and briefly saw her skimpy skirt and fresh thighs go over him.

'– fast.'

Lambert Dellagado took much pride in his sword but the hidden fact of what many people did not know, what underlay that fine swordsmanship was his legwork, perfect and swift. Furnished and with over thirty years of perfect mastery. When he ran it was like he was being carried by the wind.

So when he ran, never in his wildest imagination did he see some young girl passing him in that same minute.

Amber Rose truly was worthy of her reputation.

Old age doesn't mean weakness.

'I can't slack too.'

He quickened his pace, hopping on cars as both of them ran in the direction of the palace.

***

The sky rumbled again. This time opened with a flaming glow, sparking with flame throws that landed on the building and erupted them in a cascade of fire. The scene had become chaotic and the main event had bit even happened.

The clouds encircled the area where more flames were concentrated, even a kid could tell it was about to rain, and that was how dark the cloud was.

But this was not about to rainwater. Monsters and humans were subjected to the same hazard as the spear slowly came out of the sky– swirling and surging with a torrent of flames. The heat exuded caused a thick curtain fabric to burn and several places were caught up in fire without even coming in contact with any sort of fire.

The Flaming spear was right above the palace, intended to crush and bury everything, what happens in the palace stays in the palace.

Alexander had resolved his mind for this, he thought of his only surviving family and looked back with a nod.

A surviving knight carried the young prince with struggles and limped as he made his way away, anyway, just going away and not being caught up in the destruction that was about to happen.

Hallan Lamar had been silent.

Until now, he brushed his brow and frowned. "I am impressed. You have indeed grown. You are not the Alexander I used to know, to be able to sacrifice your life for the sake of others. You too have become foolish, and vile. You do something useless as this."

He plunged the spear out of the ground where it was stabbed in. Angrily took large strides toward the Emperor, raising his voice.

"Tell me, Alexander! Do you think you can kill me by sacrificing yourself?! You will throw away your life to stop me and I will still live! I will still destroy this world and your life? Wasted! For nothing but the mere price of your heroic foolishness."

The flame spear got closer as a second tick, even now it was hovering right above the sky of the palace and in the next few minutes, everything would become... hell on Therut.

"You overestimate yourself way too much."

That is right, the Emperor was dead serious about this, he wasn't waiting on anyone to save him from his reckless decision. There was no remorse in his eyes as he held his sword up, its blade cutting his face in half.

Hallan Lamar clicked his tongue in pity. "Tsk, tsk, tsk"

The Emperor pierced the air this time, he was fast. His sword successfully plunged into Hallan's chest and his back. But Hallan was not the only one that had obtained a severe blow.

The Emperor's sudden and unexpected burst of speed had so surprised him that he attack without controlling his power. Now his hands were buried into his student's stomach.

Hallan's grotesque face crippled, he shivered, his voice shaking as he called onto the falling Emperor. "Alex... no, no, Alexander."

Emperor Alexander was on his knee as the spear was about to collide with them, it was ten meters away in the sky but the entire place was governed by high temperature, hot and burning such that water from the fountain evaporated, letting out hot steam.

It was going to be a large-scale destruction that will overturn the land, make the palace castles crumble and nothing caught in this fiasco is bound to live. Except such a thing exceeded common sense.

Dreaer clicked his tongue staring from a distance. "It seems we have underestimated the mainland heroes far too much."

He had gone in pursuit of the first ominous energy he felt which was from Hallan. But only arrived to meet another powerful energy.

His opinion still differs, even though he now thinks of mainland heroes as 'quite strong' because of what he was seeing, he still thinks that ominous energy is strong and that was still what he was after even with a flaming spear right above him.

His eyes were glued to Hallan Lamar who was holding the Emperor passionately, shuddering, and extremely sorrowful.

'He is the one.'

The one he came for. The energy had seized but he could still feel a subtle discharge from him. Something that should be too little for anyone to notice, Dreaer had an extraordinary perception. It was not far-fetched considering that he was one hell of a strong elf.

He wished he could jump at whoever that man is and just start fighting to check how strong he is but the moment this flaming spear touches the ground, there would be nothing but ashes, him included.

His brows furrowed.

All he had was ten seconds. He gazed all over with calculative eyes, trying to figure out a solution. This thing was almost impossible to defeat.

'Amazing'

He came to respect the Emperor as he took in the colossal view of the spear and its destructive effect on the environment. 

Tear

Draear tore away his shirt to reveal an intertwined dragon tattoo that looked like they were carved into his skin.

He crossed his arms.

"Come. Long Huo, Long Shui"

GRRRR

The ground beneath his feet began to tremble, it started from that point and spread forth. Shaking so hard that stones from the debris were dancing on the floor.

A vibrant blue and red energy suddenly enveloped the area he was in, one to his right, the other to his left.

The strong and majestic energy couldn't escape Hallan's perception.

His eyes widened.

'How? How is a native of Therut able to use mana!'

No denying it. He was very familiar with it and could tell at a glance. Mana did not exist in Therut, no! To be precise they didn't know how to utilize mana.

'This makes no sense'

A variable that existed the destroy his plans now existed, Hallan never thought that there will be a being in the whole of Therut capable of using mana. Even he underestimated the strong bond of the elves to mana.

That time of war when the elves sought a greater power, they got it but turned away from violence to cultivate and learn to control this power.

Well, as we see... they did a good job at that.

Gradually the two dragons began to materialize, emerging from the convergence of water and fire that first materialized from the mana that surrounded the place.

Long Huo, a magnificent creature that embodied the essence of fire. Its body, long and serpentine, covered in shimmering crimson scales that flickered and danced with inner flames, the dragon's eyes glowed with a fierce intensity.

Long shui. Sleek and sinuous with iridescent blue scales, compared to Long Huo, this one's eyes radiated with a calm aura.

Both of them circled each other in a mesmerizing dance, their elements intertwining in a harmonious fusion.

Whim!

It was in time, God saved the Emperor. The dragon summoning and charade did not stop the falling of the spear, at least not while they were still dancing around each other, a post-arrival signature move of some sort.

"Your Majesty!"

Amber Rose exclaimed as she dropped the Emperor whose stomach was bloody.

Her face distorted as she saw the heavy injury.

Simultaneously just as the Flaming spear touched the ground a deafening crash spread across the whole place peeling the ground at the speed of light and razing everything in view with the tremendous blast force of fire itself.

Everywhere turn white before anyone could react or brace themselves for the impact, but right in that instance.

"Domain of Darkness."

Everywhere turned black. The raging chaos of flames disappeared like it was never there. A serene and calm wind howled across the dark clouds and murky black ground.

Draear with his dragons, it was his dragons that first flinched, gnashing their teeth, then Draear's attention caught a large monster, he had never seen anything like it.

As it flew closer others too saw it, including Hallan Lamar who was frowning at the presence of this unfamiliar creature. Yet another variable.

A man could be seen standing on the monster with his arms folded.

Lambert Dellagado squinted his eyes to get a better view of the familiar yet unfamiliar physique.

"Raven?"