I am the Monarch Chapter 304 - A Bloody Battle (8)

Chapter 304: A b.l.o.o.d.y Battle (8)

“No more playing with you.”

With a cold voice, Lunark glared at Kalian and took a few steps back.

Paat!

Suddenly, white light appeared from beneath his feet. Seeing the teleportation magic, Kalian kicked off the ground and ran in towards Lunark.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

His thunderous shout shook the heavens and the earth as his right arm entered the pillar of light.

Baaaam!

With a slam, Lunark who had been inside the pillar of light bounced off until he was outside it.

Shrrk.

Soon, the pillar of light, the teleportation magic had lost its power and vanished.

Lunark put strength into his legs and regained his balance.

Slip.

His feet slid across the ground.

Kugung.

He once again put force into his legs, stopping the body that was about to fall powerlessly. While twisting his right fist, Lunark stared directly at Kalian.

“Did you just punch me?”

Hearing that, Kalian shook his hand with an amiable expression.

“Sorry. It was so urgent that my hand left without me even ordering it to.”

“This b.a.s.t.a.r.d…”

Lunark clenched his teeth. The eyes that had been painted black emanated sharp killing intent as if he could jump in at Kalian any time. However, he only let out his killing intent without actually moving.

‘I cannot be certain of victory.’

That wasn’t the end.

‘We will both die.’

Even if someone survived, it was obvious that they would receive a wound that needed hundreds and thousands of years of sleep as recuperation. Kalian and Lunark’s strength was at a similar level, and it was hard to tell who was stronger.

Those thoughts weren’t just limited to Lunark.

‘Although it was urgent and I had thrown a punch…’

Kalian made a bitter smile inwardly.

‘If that crazy b.a.s.t.a.r.d came attacking, I have to put my life on the line.’

Besides, the one that had slightly more chances of winning was Lunark. He wasn’t called a Mad Dragon for nothing.

Kalian faced Lunark and made a bright smile.

“Are you trying to attack Roan?”

Hearing the simple question, the Mad Dragon Lunark made a cruel smile.

“Because that guy keeps on ruining my precious creations.”

Kalian shook his head.

“Roan has the Travias Spear with him.”

The spear which the previous Dragon Lord had made with the magic steel, Dionium, which G.o.d Devesis had sealed his thirteenth son Felius’ soul into:

A magic spear and a divine spear.

The spear of a corrupt and yet a n.o.ble being.

The spear of destruction and creation.

“The Travias Spear can cut our scales, muscles, bones and heart. You know that right?”

It was a serious topic but his voice and expression remained nonchalant.

“Hmph.”

Lunark scoffed.

“Nonsense. A sealed Travias Spear is nothing more than a metal stick.”

“Can’t be too sure about that.”

Kalian quickly shook his head in response.

“Roan is different from normal humans.”

Hearing his voice that was filled with confidence, Lunark half squinted his eyes.

“How is he different?”

Lunark had been curious from a long time ago.

‘Humans including Latio, as well as the dark elves and orcs either quivered from hatred or fear and clicked their tongues.’

Kalian replied with a grin.

“A secret.”

He twitched his fingers and made a strange gesture with his body. Immediately, Lunark’s expression crumpled visibly.

“Kalian. Do you really want to fight to the end…”

“Just joking.”

Kalian shook his hands and continued with a low voice.

“Roan, that guy…”

His face turned serious.

“Has connections to not only the Divine, Demon and Middle World, but the Spirit World as well.”

“Hmm?”

Lunark frowned as Kalian continued.

“Felius of the Divine World; Flamdor of the Demon World; Elaim of the Spirit World and Europas of the Middle World. All their powers are lying dormant inside his body.”

It was safe to say that the root of all powers were inside Roan’s body but Lunark formed a grin instead.

“Kuk. There’s no need to fear dormant powers.”

Indeed, he was in fact a.s.sured because they were dormant, and because they were, he thought that this was the most opportune timing. Seeing that, Kalian formed a bright smile on his lips.

“If you try to kill Roan…”

His smile deepened.

“One or two of those powers, or perhaps even all of them might awaken.”

“Nonsense.”

Lunark replied coldly but Kalian still wore the same unchanging expression. He remained calm and nonchalant.

“Nonsense? You know it as well, that from that guy…”

Power entered his voice.

“You can sense the powers of a G.o.d, a demon, a spirit and a dragon.”

His words picked up speed.

“Their seals have been weakened. With one wrong touch of yours, Roan might awaken.”

“No need to worry! Even if he does, he is still but a human.”

Lunark shouted with annoyance.

“I can’t talk sense into you. If he does awaken, at that point, he will no longer be a human but… no, whatever.”

Kalian clicked his tongue and waved his hand. Realising that persuasions like this wouldn’t work, he heaved out a short sigh.

“There’s no other choice. Europas told me to never say it but…”

“Europas?”

In that instant, Lunark’s eyes trembled slightly. Fitting his t.i.tle as the Mad Dragon, Lunark did not fear a single existence in the world including the G.o.ds but he did show respect to Europas. He was the Dragon Lord representing all dragons and was also someone Lunark had never beaten from his hatchling days. It was an instinctive reaction.

Kalian made a faint smile inwardly as it was the reaction he had been expecting.

“Europas has given Roan the token of the Dragon Lord.”

It was a bolt from the blue.

“W, what?!”

As expected, Lunark widened his eyes from hearing something he had never been expecting.

“Europas gave the Token of the Lord to a human?”

He couldn’t believe it but Kalian nodded his head with a nonchalant expression.

“All the dragons except you were guarding the Gates of the Boundary so there was no-one to hand it over to.”

“But still giving the Token of the Lord to a human makes no sen…”

When Lunark’s complaint reached that point,

“He’s better than you at least.”

Kalian replied shortly.

“d.a.m.n.”

Lunark glared at Kalian while spewing out profanities. If Roan had the Token of the Lord, it was impossible for him to do anything directly.

‘There’s no other way but to leave him to the Dark Regiments and the children I made. Or else…’

He made a sly grin.

“I have to open the Gates of the Boundary before he can awaken huh.”

“And I have to stop that.”

Kalian returned his glare as Lunark scoffed once again.

“Hmph. An interesting situation.”

Rather than interesting, it was more correct to say that it was a complicated situation that induced headaches. The Divine World, the Demon World, the Middle World and the Spirit World were all mixed up right now so one mistake could mean the end of the worlds.

“Good. Let’s have a real battle then.”

Lunark breathed in deeply and so did Kalian.

“It will turn into a very big game.”

A cold smile formed on Lunark’s lips.

“A game with the world on the line. The winning side will win the entire world.”

His voice which was colder than his smile was carried by the wind and soon,

Paat!

Lunark disappeared along with a pillar of white light. Only after seeing that did Kalian let out a deep sigh.

“Huu. I somehow managed to deceive him but…”

He placed his hand over his left chest unconsciously.

“I need to hand him Europas’ gift as soon as possible.”

Although it wasn’t the Token of the Lord, it was a gift rivalling that. Quickly handing that over was his first priority now.

“In any case, Lunark this guy, I hope he moves just like how Europas predicted…”

The last words Europas had left behind surfaced in his head.

‘Europas. Even after death you continue binding Lunark.’

Kalian couldn’t help but respect him.

“Huu. Then should I head off now as well.”

With a light wave of his right hand, a pillar of white light reappeared. At the same time, Kalian disappeared from there with the same teleportation magic as Lunark.

After the two dragons had left, a gust of wind replaced them. It was a breeze signalling the start of a tempest.

***

The Dark Regiments, Vance Vonte and Roan Lancephil.

The three parties were in a strange three-way confrontation in silence. Then, Peid Neil who came rushing in whispered with a low voice.

“Baron Vonte is a n.o.ble that betrayed Prince Ma.n.u.s and defected to Prince Reitas’ side. We cannot say that he is our ally but…”

His eyes turned towards the Dark Regiments.

“That doesn’t mean they’re reinforcements for the Dark Regiment.”

The listeners nodded their heads in agreement because the Dark Regiment also showed confusion after seeing the appearance of Baron Vonte’s soldiers.

“Then, how do we fight?”

Aerea Britz asked carefully with a frown and Peid replied with a softer voice.

“Your Majesty Lancephil and Miss Aerea should lead the troops under Romils Hotten and fight the Dark Regiments.”

His eyes faced Ma.n.u.s this time.

“Prince Ma.n.u.s should lead the Special Corps and fight Baron Vance Vonte. I will stay with the reserve forces to support in case…”

Romils Hotten near Ma.n.u.s chimed in after hearing that.

“What do you mean? The Special Corps of the Istel Kingdom is fighting with our Prince and not our troops?”

His eyes were filled with confusion and Aerea was the same. However, Roan and Ma.n.u.s nodded their heads with calm expressions because they saw through Peid’s words.

“That’s…”

Staring at Aerea and Romils, Peid said with a clear voice.

“It’s for Mr Romils and your soldiers.”

“What do you…”

Romils still couldn’t understand but then, Ma.n.u.s made a faint smile and continued from where Peid Neil had stopped.

“Baron Vonte’s soldiers are our friends who we had fought alongside with until just a few days ago. Although they’re our enemies now…”

He looked directly into the eyes of Romils and his soldiers.

“Can you point your swords at your old brothers?”

“Mhmm.”

Romils let out a low mutter. It indeed wasn’t easy and besides, he had a long, deep friendship with Vance. However, Romils wasn’t a fool that couldn’t tell the difference between public and personal affairs.

“If it’s for Prince, I can even point my sword at my relatives!”

As soon as he finished,

“Me too!”

“That’s why we have been following Prince this far!”

“I have already put my life on the line!”

“They’re not our old brothers! They’re just traitors!”

The soldiers’ voices added into one but hearing that, Ma.n.u.s’ expression wasn’t very good.

“That doesn’t mean your heart won’t suffer. I don’t want to make you guys suffer any more than you currently are.”

“Prince…”

Romils and his soldiers lowered their heads with emotion. Like monarch, like subordinates. Just like how Ma.n.u.s couldn’t fight against the citizens and the people of the kingdom and had to run away, Romils as well as his soldiers could only clench their teeth and point their swords at their old brothers out of their loyalty to Ma.n.u.s and by no means was it an easy task.

Peid had already seen through that.

It was then that Romils raised his head and spoke up.

“T, then, Prince should come with us and fight the Dark Regiments as well.”

However as soon as he finished his words,

“We can’t let that happen.”

Peid shook his head with an apologetic expression.

“Out of the three parties, our forces are the weakest. To make up for the lack of numbers, we need the help of Prince Ma.n.u.s.”

His eyes pointed at Ma.n.u.s.

“If Prince Ma.n.u.s faces the soldiers of Baron Vonte, their soldiers would also be greatly shaken and stiffen their hands and feet.”

Pointing their swords at their lord who they had been serving out of loyalty was not an easy task and Peid was aiming for that. That was why he wanted Ma.n.u.s to be in charge of fighting Baron Vonte.

Romils bit his lower lips.

“That’s too cruel for our Prince.”

Hearing that, Roan who had been standing off silently spoke with a calm yet serious, rock-solid tone.

“That is the weight a monarch should carry and overcome.”

The gazes gathered onto Roan. Staring at the Dark Regiment and the soldiers of Baron Vonte, Roan continued his words.

“The hopes and dreams of the people, their sorrow and pain, wrath and despair, their past, present and future… Carrying all that and walking straight is the task of a monarch. That is…”

His voice turned powerful.

“The road of a monarch.”

“Mhmm.”

They all gasped in response. Those weren’t baseless words because it was coming from the true monarch, Roan who was currently the most prestigious person of the continent. Besides, for Ma.n.u.s, it was something that he had to digest carefully.

His head was in a mess.

‘Am I a person that is suited to be a monarch…’

He asked himself, and the reply that returned was simple.

‘No.’

If he was, then he wouldn’t have prolonged things this far. He had forced his followers to death because he himself didn’t want to be pained.

‘I can’t run away everytime.’

Ma.n.u.s deeply breathed in and out. Then, he faced a smile towards Romils and the troop that had resolved themselves for death for him.

“I won’t run away anymore.”

His voice was hot.

“Will you fight with me?”

As soon as he finished saying that.

“Of course!”

“We will follow you to the ends of h.e.l.l!”

Hearing that, Aerea let out a small laugh from the side.

“Are you planning to go to h.e.l.l?”

Suddenly, a cold wind breezed past and in silence, everyone looked into each other’s faces not knowing what to say. Aerea turned her face away with an awkward expression and when Peid was about to tell her something as a representative of everyone,

“It has begun.”

Roan’s voice was heard.

And at the same time,

Dung! Dudung! Dung! Dudung!

Drum beats that marked the start of a charge hit their ears. The Dark Regiments and the army of Baron Vonte raced down the hills and started marching. They were charging in towards Roan while keeping each other in check.

Tat!

Roan lightly rolled his feet and kicked off.

Paat!

His shadow elongated and continued towards the Dark Regiments. Reddish-black flames arose from his armours as he turned into an incarnation of fire.

Kwaaaaaang!

Flames soared up into the skies with deafening roars and with that as the signal, war cries left the three parties at once.

“Kill!”

“Uaaaah!”

“Keeek!”

It was the start of a b.l.o.o.d.y battle and at the same time, this marked the start of a war which meant a lot to Roan.

The breezes of the battlefield raged on like a tempest as the metallic smell of blood touched their noses.

End.