Chapter 383: 383- Festival 114- Raid on a Rainy Night 53

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Chapter 383: Chapter 383- Festival 114- Raid on a Rainy Night 53 Carl’s gauntlets tore through the air as he retrieved his arm from Darrell’s chest. Blood pooling out in its wake, tracing the path of the Silver gauntlets as the Elvin prince fell to his knees. His expression was calm now, devoid of the pain and betrayal that wrapped tightly around his head a moment ago. Now, it was simply acceptance. Acceptance for what was and what is. Mana eased it’s flow within his body, and the Dharma dispersed with the wind. His gaze, hazy and dull, glanced over the Robed figures once more. Shoulders slumped, blood pooling over his pierced armor, damage from blinded trust. Or perhaps a false sense of mutual understanding. He paid the price in blood, and a vision that dulled with his brain. His heart thumped once more. Slow. Hesitant. Each beat exerted more force than the last. Holes punctured within oozing liquid crimson. Casting a blue-black coloration over his chest. His body tensed, bones locked against muscle as he fell on his face, breath ceasing with a hitch. Silence hung in the air. Permeated by the constant fall of rain and thunder that woke the skies. The Robed figures stood apart, gaze laced with disinterest as they stared at the still body of the Elvin Prince. Roland’s gaze cut to a slit. Pleasure playing on his lips at the sight before him. ‘this will open the path to a Civil War. Death of the Elvin Prince is a punishment worse than death.’ He chuckled inwardly, arms folded as he walked towards the body. Carl standing still next to it. His gaze widened slightly, pupils flicking with intensity. A haggard hesitation etched in his expression. His lips parted open, but nothing holding worth escaped from it. Simply his breathing. Heavy. Solid. His shoulders quaked, while his claws hung down with blood dripping from its gauntlets. Roland’s presence cast a shadow over him. A pressure, suffocating and consuming. Nearly blinding to the pale boy before him. Roland turned his gaze to him. His smirk turned into something softer. A smile. “good work, Carl. The Cult is pleased.” He tapped the boy on his shoulders. Carl flinched. Visibly shaking from the touch. A realization of the action he performed. Roland paid it no mind. His attention was now on the body of the Elvin Prince. He turned back. “Come pick up his body. We will take it before the Red Peacemakers find out.” A few of them glanced at each other. Three walking out from the others with hesitant steps. “Yes, sir.” They chorused as they encircled the body. One after the other, grabbing a part of him and rising to their feet. It was evident where next they would go. Follow new episodes on the "N0vel1st.c0m". Their hideout. And they prepared to set out for it, but— Like a flash bang, something bright shook the skies, enveloped the darkness and blinded the night. Loud and explosive. Golden in all its might. This was well different from a flash bang. This was much more powerful. More, ethereal. Divine. Out of the world. The light wasn’t just white, but gold. It did not just reverberate in their ears with a loud ring, but it shook their bones. Rattling it like a baby’s chew toy. Its vibrancy shook all those who laid their eyes upon it. If even, they were strong enough to resist the light. It erupted from a distance away, a pillar of holy energy that took to the skies, peering into the clouds and spreading like cancer. Sparking a godliness in the form of a golden light that sparked the night. Roland and the others stopped in their tracks. Taken aback by the sudden light as they screamed out in protest. Clasping their eyes away from the light. Roland groaned in pain, arm over his eyes as he opened them slightly. He leaned forward, shielding his sight with his hand. ‘What bullshit is this now?’ At a fair distance away, the debris of the previous explosion. Class Five Lecture building crumbled to its feet in boulders and dust, dirt laid waste by their command. It had leveled completely. Leaving nothing below. Not a spacious compartment nor a part that stood despite its fall. Everything crumbled. Fell broken that would never rise again. Everything that existed below it should have been dead. Killed by the weight of the world as it crumbled on them. Or better, the explosion that had caused the demolition. It was only rational that they had died. Even Great families die of natural causes. ‘So what was this now?’ The boulders. The dirt. The rubble that had persisted in the place of the Class Five Lecture Theater rumbled with a vibrant call. A quake that cracked the air with its intensity as it began to rise into the air. It arose. One by one. Two by two. And soon, a multitude of giant rocks and dirt took to the skies. Golden energy casting out of it like a holy relic. Beneath the rock was a crater. A dent to the plan they concocted. Roland saw it once and his expression grew dim. ‘No.’ He didn’t need to be told twice after seeing that what would occur next. In fact, he could already trace out the holiness of the energy. The source that began to rise in the air. A pool of golden light, bright as day. Yet, it held far more weight than day ever did. Like an angel of destruction sent forth by god into the mortal Realm to bring judgment. A Valor of war. For a moment, he could feel his skin prick. Goosebumps spreading down his body as tension brewed in his chest. ‘Nothing good ever comes from something like that.’ Turning his head around, he grabbed Darrell’s body from the stunned figures. They staggered in surprise, their heads darting about in confusion as they cried out in protest. “Who goes there?!” “Darrell’s body has been taken!” “Shut up, you fools! I took it.” Roland hissed bitterly. Shaking his head in annoyance as he changed directions. “I’m taking him before that golden boy finds him. We don’t want any hindrance in our goals.” He walked forward and suddenly staggered, muscles twitching with force as something grabbed him from moving any further. Roland’s arms jerked to the sides as he shifted to the left, gaze locking onto the source of his predicament. First confusion took root in his gaze. But then realization. “What do you think you’re doing, Carl?” The young boy remained silent. Still. His gaze flicking with intensity, expression twitching with the passing moment. His head leaned down while his entire body held on to Roland’s right leg. Roland’s jaw clenched at the sight. ‘How is he fighting back? The nerve of this bastard.’ He pulled his leg back. Attempted to anyway, but the boy had planted his weight entirely on his leg. Roland bit his lip, hand curled into a fist as he rose it into the air. “Enough of this, you fool.” He landed a punch without batting an eye. Whipping the air with the force of the strike, a pulse of wind dispersing in a concentric wave from the strike. Carl’s armor shattered like clay, bones grinding against muscle as his shoulder depressed with the force of the strike. A dent. An evident one that dug deep into his body. Bones sticking out from the sides as blood splurged from the attack. Still, he remained. Unmoved. “What?” He repeated the attack once more. More power. More energy. Mana surging through his fist as it landed a strike on the same spot. Another sonic wave. Another tremor and a slight groan that escaped Carl’s tightened lips. Pain bloomed in his body like an explosion of fireworks. Spreading through his system as the depression deepened. A clear mass of flesh and blood pooling out like sewage. Crimson plastered on the floor, oozing out of the edges of his lips as he coughed out in pain. His eyes narrowed. Figure trembling as he lifted his head upwards. Very slowly. “I.... I...wo...won’t le...t....you...” He said. Low. Hushed, yet stern. Roland’s gaze flared open in shock. Lips parting open in startlement. ‘He’s resisting the spell?’ No. This was not a scenario that was put in mind. Hate was more than enough driving force to send a human railing all on his own. So what held this boy back? What seemed to be caging that hatred? “Um, Sir Roland? Jane Lucia and the rest of the students seem to be coming this way.” One of the Robed figures announced, and that further fueled Roland’s conviction. He snapped his head, rolled his shoulders and heaved greatly as his fists landed on the Carl’s body in a barrage of blows. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The air whipped from the sound. Sonic blast spreading in concentric waves. Blood and flesh splattering like grass at the other end of a lawn mower. Spilling against the earth, crimson blood forming a plaster of red paint. Carl groaned. But he held. He held firm. A whisk of mana rushed through his body, and the rest of his armor dispersed. Instead, another one took place. A firmer one. Bulkier. Darker. With a horn that protruded from its snout. A Rhino. His force increased twice as much. Weight expanding at a sudden and drastic level as the ground caved in from the next blow. Roland groaned in shock. His body plunged deep into the earth. Rocks protruding out like spikes, stabbing against the metal of his armor. Unable to permeate, yet sturdy enough to leave a mark. His gaze flicked with rage as he stared at Carl. Teeth baring out as he raised his arm in the air. But just as he was about to land his blow, the bask of golden light erupted like a dynamite. Wind and clouds siphoning away from the force of the blast. Glass-shattering sonic explosion that dispersed in seconds, picking up dirt and earth in its part. Rocks rose into the air. Picked up weakly in the current, blasting forward towards the Robed figures with a trembling force. The air ripped and a surge of power collided with them, pulling them into the air like paper, encircling them in a typhoon of air and dirt. A mushroom of smoke arose into the air. Large. Consuming. Taking the entirety of the space of five Lecture Theaters and nearing the pond that lay ahead. Roland held out with the brunt of his strength. Groaning at the strain in his muscles. Tendons tearing. Bones snapping. The force of the explosion shook him greatly. And slowly. Very slowly. Picked him into the air. His body hovered for a moment, dangling like a lost leaf. Clawing for any balance, but it was gone. Stolen from him in a matter of seconds. Swept off with the storm of the explosion into the air. He held unto Darrell’s body, floating amidst the people in the risen air. No direction. No purpose. Not even a goal. Just a skydive going upwards. A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes opened. Far away in the distance, he could see the light. The golden light, and the face of the golden light. Jane Lucia was still standing. And he was standing, strong.

Chapter 383: 383- Festival 114- Raid on a Rainy Night 53

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