The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 125 Retreat!

?Magma and Ice mana emitted out as if they were performing a pair dance.

Xyr, with the scythe in his hand, slid with the help of gale. Where ever the icy wind blew, the area turned into frost.

Seeing the incoming attack spell, Rolo Aur raised his cutlass.

"Abyssal Slash"

The greyish attack emerged again, this time the direction was towards Xyr.

The next djinn struck the end of his scythe and made a diversion, letting the Gale of Glacier to hit Abyssal Slash.

~WHOOOM~

The spell of Rolo Aur, Abyssal Slash cut through Gale of Glacier like a hot knife cutting through butter.

~BOOOOM~

Abyssal Slash hit the empty ground, and the space magic imbued in it took a huge chunk off of it, forming a cleanly made gash on the ground. The ground had strange spiritual imprints on it as well, gigantic smoke emerged from it.

Fortunately, Xyr was able to divert himself. Rolo Aur's eyes squinted, and vortexes in his eyes spun.

"There!" He swung his cutlass in that direction.

~CLAANG~

Cutlass was blocked by the scythe of Xyr, and the surging mana coming from Rolo Aur was overwhelming. Xyr was able to maintain his position through magma coating spell.

Xyr swung his scythe down, aiming the head of Rolo Aur, but the effort was easily blocked by Rolo Aur.

~KOOONGH~

Both armaments against each other, trying their best to assure their wielders victory, Rolo and Xyr both poured their strength.

"I am no more underestimating any of you, with the current me, you have no chance." Saud Rolo.

"Less talk and more fight." Suggested Xyr as he let go of his scythe.

~PHHUUUNNG~

The scythe was thrown away by the power of Rolo's side, and as a huge swing was made by Rolo Aur, he became unbalanced.

Seeing the rare opening, Xyr bent down and dashed, closing the distance by 1 foot quickly. His hand went to a pouch hanging on his waist, the hand came out holding a dagger.

~SWWIIIISSSH~

A thrust from Xyr, focusing the centre of Rolo's stomach.

"Nice move!" Praised Ezra as his fingers moved.

Just when the top of the sharp shiny dagger was about to penetrate the belly of the upper realm invader, he vanished.

Xyr's heart skipped a beat, and the next moment he realised that Rolo was standing behind him, maliciously attempting to swing the cutlass.

"2nd Circle Spell, Finite Teleport" murmured Rolo as he continued right after. "Told you, you have no chance."

Finite Teleport is a low-level teleportation spell that can teleport within a small range, the consumption of mana is quite small but its usefulness in battle is huge.

This time it was Xyr who was off the balance, he inserted a lot of power behind his thrust to ensure the speed and power packed behind it. His eyes looked at the descending cutlass, the aim of the cutlass was Xyr's neck, very precise.

"2nd Circle Spell, Chains of Chaos"

~CRACCKLE~

With a thunderous sound, two chains rapidly came and caught the wrist of Rolo Aur.

"What!" Rolo was surprised.

The reason behind his astonishment was the speed of the spell cast. But little did he know that the spell was cast by Ezra the moment the scythe was blown away, he knew Rolo won't be caught by such a surprise attack, especially when he is someone with space magic.

"Kill him, now!" Cried, Ezra.

It took mere mini-seconds for Xyr to get a grip, a stomp on the ground and with perfect martial strength he made a 180 degrees turn and shoved the dagger.

The 4th Circle Spell, Magma Coating was around the dagger.

~KHHUNNG~

"Huh!" Xyr was confused, the dagger refused to penetrate, it seemed as if he was forcing itself away from Rolo's body.

"Do you think you are the only one with coating spells?"

"A coating spell?!" Xyr repeated in worry.

"6th Circle Spell, Void Sheet."

Rajah Soliman, the giant 8th-grade martial spirit, stroked his wavy sword and the Chains of Chaos shattered.

Tremendous pressure was applied, and Xyr was forced onto the ground, he tried to stand up but his efforts were futile.

Seeing how helpless he was in the current situation, he cried in anger.

"6th Circle Spells, Lava Mamba, Frost Cobra."

A burst of spiritual energy happened, and two types of mana outpoured in vast quantity. Two giant snakes came into being, a mamba with volcanic skin and a bluish cobra of ice.

~HIISSSSS - HHSIISSSS~

The duo of snakes hissed as they snaked like arrows, it was an attack that even Rolo could not take lightly.

During the cast, he jumped behind, but it didn't take time for the dual 6th circle spells to reach him.

Rolo Aur used Finite Teleport, but to his eureka, the Lava Mamba and Frost Cobra turned their direction and headed towards him. It seemed like the target of the duo of snakes was carved into their heads.

"Danm it." Cried Rolo as he clapped his hands and clenched them. "7th Circle Spell, Cosmic Blast"

The greyish-coloured mana billowed, and a large-scaled thermonuclear bomb spell was detonated.

~KBBBBOOOOOOOOOM~

With a humongous blast, the aftermath wave of mana blew away martial masters, even John Stark had to stick his greatsword on the ground to stand firm.

"What the hell is this power!" Uttered Leomond Tigerian.

"Both of these brothers are monsters." Stated Akkar Boldheart.

Meanwhile, Farrie Holaleth gasped. "That man from Cult of Djinns, is he dead?"

The mana calmed and the smoky dust settled, soon everybody could see the outcome of the bomb.

A large gulf could be seen at the place of the blast, at the very edge of the gulf was an almost destroyed igloo. When they looked carefully, a figure was inside that igloo, it was Xyr.

His clothes were tattered, his body became a mess and blood dipped from his shattered body.

The inside of the igloo was nothing painted with burnt blood.

"I am going to help him," Baron said as he jolted towards him, the spearman reached half dead man. Baron's eyes widened when he saw that Xyr was still conscious and trying to stand up by tightly clenching the scythe.

he paid no heed and poured the light mana onto him.

"I'm coming too!" Said Farrie as she moved like a mystery.

"Come back here, bitch" the bluish whip unleashed towards the princess of Elfpatria.

~CLLAANNG~

The whip was knocked back by a white greatsword, Reema growled like a beast, the one who blocked her was John Stark.

He didn't say anything and stared at the lady in blue attire in sheer hatred.

At the same time, a certain figure was also revealed on the other side of the gulf.

*Hahh... haahhh- cough-*

Rolo Aur was gasping like a race dog. "I used too much of my power." He said to himself. Blood came out of his eyes.

"Rolo, surrender. Your body is weak, the current situation is too dangerous." Rajah Soliman advised.

"No way, I... I can't *cough* retreat. My pride is on the line." Replied the youth in loincloth.

"Don't be a fool, don't make the same mistake that I made. You can achieve a lot of things if you are alive." Said Soliman as he remembered his death that turned his brother into a hero.

Rolo remained silent, he was battling inside his mind on what to do.

A voice resounded. "Is that all you can show, O mighty representation of Las Filipinas?" A wild smile could be seen on Ezra Zephyr's face as he said.

The vicious mocking of Ezra was enough to trigger the exhausted Rolo Aur.

"Soliman." Called Rolo.

"Yes, Rolo, I am listening." The martial spirit answered.

"I will surrender and live, you were right."

"That is a sane decision."

"But..." The vortexes inside the eyes of Rolo spun, and more blood came out. "After I kill that Greek bastard."

"No, Rolo. He is jeering on purpose."

An object was taken out, a strange token, made of strange leather and wood with imprint carved on it. He pressed it hard, it broke and gave off a vibrating noise.

"I am Rolo Aur, host of Rajah Soliman. The Greeks have already sent their people to the lower realm before us. I am heavily wounded, and I may not be able to return. All hail Las Filipinas."

~PHHIISSSHHH~

The round token turned into the dust of light and vanished.

"What was that?" Asked Ezra.

Rolo laughed. "I informed the upper realm about you, haha. The news of the Greeks secretly conquering the lower realm will scatter in the upper realm like a fire in forest."

"You sent a message in that injured state? this simple task could be done by your two subordinates as well, how classless!" Laughed Ezra Zephyr.

"No, this message could only be sent by me and my brother, others do not possess tokens. You lots of Greek do not even know what these tokens are made of."

"Oh!" Hearing that, Ezra let out a huge sigh. "Thank you for informing me!"

The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom stepped towards Rolo as he uttered. "Come out, Fenrir"

"What! Did he say Fenrir? Who is that, Soliman?" Asked Rolo from his martial spirit.

"Rolo."

"Yes, what happened?"

The voice of Rajah Soliman wavered as he said. "Re-Retreat..."