volume 2 - Chapter 157 (1/2)

Chapter 157 – Breaking Dawn (10)

The peals of thunder interrupted Brendel and Kabias’s glares at each other.

The youth felt a strange sensation on him and looked at his clothes; the fabric of his clothes was standing up. When he looked up, he found flashes of lightning continuing to descend in the inner city with continued tremors to the ground.

Brendel was immediately on the alert.

Nothing happened after that. After the sudden show of noise and light, there was nothing but silence. Brendel finally made his move to go forward to the inner city gates with his sword in hand, but when he did so, Kabias immediately walked forward with great strides and blocked his path.

Brendel sighed as he looked up to the giant skeleton: “Why, Kabias, have you not received enough punishment?”

Kabias’s jaw unhinged itself with a laugh: “I don’t mind trying.”

Brendel’s expression darkened. The sword in his hand was lighter than the others he had so far. When he raised his sword against Kabias; it took a step back, wary of his Element Power but had every intention of making him stay where he was.

He frowned. Kabias was a cunning individual who had several surprises during their battle. Without knowing what exactly happened in the inner city, he dared not advance carelessly.

[Use the White Deer Statue? No, Rothko is hiding somewhere in the dark. His ability in magic is much higher than me. Playing this game in front of him is unlikely to go anywhere. And why isn’t Medissa reporting the situation to me?]

Brendel’s tried sending his thoughts into the city gates several times, but there was no reply. Just when he sighed out of frustration, a feeble voice finally echoed in his mind:

“My lord, time is limited. There’s a powerful undead general—” Medissa said between coughs and growing weaker with each word, “called Iam—”

Medissa’s voice ended. There was a chilling realization when he felt the connection to her was completely severed. Her card had entered the Planeswalker’s graveyard, and he felt a pain in his heart for failing her.

[Iam— Iamas? f.u.c.k, why is that b.a.s.t.a.r.d here! Why is Tarkus’s right hand here and not fighting alongside him in the southern-east region!?]

That name set off an explosion in his mind. The thought of the chilling golden mask made his hair stand on end.

[Even if it’s to sign an alliance with Randner himself, why would Tarkus send out such an important general out here? d.a.m.n it, what are these undead planning?]

Countless thoughts ran through his mind. Iamas’s name and Medissa’s death had shocked him, but he maintained a poker face all the time. He glared at Kabias before he walked closer to it. The latter stared at him, puzzled. It did not understand why he suddenly became impatient, but its sole mission was to stop the youth in front of him.

The Skeleton Lord readied itself into a stance, gripping the short spear tightly.

Brendel clenched his teeth. There was no time to deal with a troublesome foe here.

“Kabias, I’m going to give you this one last chance to back down. If you still wish to go back to the Mountain of the Dead to rule over your land, now is the time to do so.”

He could no longer waste any more time. He revealed knowledge about what only the undead would know.

“You seem to be very familiar with us.” The flames in Kabias’s eye sockets flickered warily as it spoke.

He ignored the question and stabbed his sword into the ground with a metallic clang. He folded his arms and looked at Kabias like it was already defeated.

“What, young human, are you trying to surrender?” Kabias said with a mocking smile.

“Kabias, you fool, watch out—” Rothko’s voice appeared from the streets.

“What?”

“There’s mana activity coming from him!”

Kabias pointed its finger at Brendel while being on its guard: “You mean to tell me this twenty years old youth is not only a Gold-ranked swordsman, he’s also a wizard on the side? Have you become stupid from experimenting too much?”

Rothko’s voice was silenced. He too thought it was impossible. Even one who was blessed by Marsha could not become an all-rounded person. Someone who possessed dual ident.i.ties of both a Gold-ranked swordsman and a wizard was something out from legends. Only Saints from the Holy War possessed that power.

The King of Flames, Gatel.