Chapter 20 (1/2)
Translated by Novice Translations
He Came Out of the Dust
There was a young man who once told her.
No matter what corner she hides in, he will find her.
All day long, sticking to her like a fart bug, she often feels that that fellow was quite annoying.
But this annoying guy, as she is on the verge of despair, he walks toward her from the dusty smoke in the form of her savior.
His white coat was splashed with blood stains, and the ruined clothes hung on him like a rag, revealing tense but powerful muscle.
”I found it.”
The cold tone of the silver-haired youth was like a dagger that has been quenched with ice. The witch looks at him on the verge of death, and her eyes are empty and dull.
When he saw the girl's limbs being crucified on the cross, her chest brutally inserted by a dagger, and the heart from her chest was pinched by the middle-aged man's hand beside her. Her heart turned into a hard, cold black stone. She was bathed in blood, and the white dress turned blood-red. The prince's heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible hand, and the pain was suffocating.
The pupils in his purple eyes contracted sharply, and the depths were filled with chilling lethality. The blood stains left on the ruby-encrusted sword seemed to silently prove the occurrence of killing and emits a seeping aura.
”Meow-!” The gray cat next to the Viscount suddenly uttered a fearful cry and flew to the cross above the witch's head in horror.
”Your Royal Highness, the Prince!” The Viscount watched in horror at the handsome young man, who looked to have come out of h.e.l.l, walked towards him with a fierce look and his sword. The powerful killing pressure made him gasp for breath.
”You see, she is a wicked witch! Her ident.i.ty was discovered by me…for your safety in mind, I put her–” He staggered back and finally found his soft back against the stone wall covered with old brown blood.
There was no way to retreat.
”Wicked witch?” The voice of the youth was extremely light, and the tone rose slightly at the end, as if he were asking questions, and as if he were mocking.
In the dimly lit room, even the dazzling silver hair, was covered with a heavy blackness within the gloomy darkness.
The prince, who had always been praised for his bravery and integrity, slightly lowered his head. His beautiful purple eyes were shallowly covered by his bangs, and his emotions could not be discerned from his face within the dark secret chamber.
The corners of his mouth were strangely curved into a frigid arc and he spoke calmly and softly.
”You inferior pariah who dedicates himself to the devil, you are not qualified to say such a thing. Rest a.s.sure, I will cut your limbs and head and place them on the altar and let you follow the d.a.m.n Plathus forever.”
The countless dead sacrifices to the devil wept.
Countless blood oozed from the gap between the stone walls of the secret chamber, the silent roar of the dead.
The Viscount's elegant mask was torn slightly apart, revealing his original bloodthirsty and ferocious nature.
”It's just a lowly and worthless slave…for what?”
The Viscount, who looked extremely frightened, changed to a strange gloomy smile, his face was covered with dark purple and emitted a strange aura. The stone heart was randomly thrown aside, b.u.mping and rolling into the blood trough of the dark magic array and penetrated by the witch's blood.
The Dark Magic Array glows a little darkly, but no one noticed.
”I didn't want to go against you… My dear prince, you are a high-profile figure. Why would you lose your life for a lowly woman? You forced me.”
The Viscount's lips kept moving and the prince was swallowed within a moment by the sudden burst of black flames from within the ground. It surrounded the prince like a fire dragon—
”G.o.d of the dark abyss, take my humble soul as an opportunity to grant me the power of destruction!”
”This is the anger from the abyss of h.e.l.l. If you don't pay attention to it, you will be burned to ashes.”
Even the greatest swordsman of the Kingdom of Kelub?
The Viscount thought with triumph.
Only light can dispel darkness, but the Temple of Light was not present, and the black magic that has been contracted is like a curse, making a terrifying low whisper.
Nothing can stop the spread of despair.
The n.o.ble Prince Ibis is about to lose his life here.
Great devil Plathus!
This is my most abundant tribute I offer you!
Please –
The dark flame was instantly covered and swallowed by the dazzling light. The powerful magic excavates the narrow chamber. The force caused the earth to quickly tremble, the light penetrates the dark flame and rushed to the chamber's vault. It ruthlessly penetrated the hard bas.e.m.e.nt and created a large and shocking hole.
The sacred light of hope scatters countless dust-like brilliant lights and expels the dark magic within the secret chamber little by little.
”This…this is! No, impossible-”
The Viscount watched in horror and trembled with fear. He panicked and looked around, but there was no escape.
Do you know what despair is?
When the underestimated enemy breaks through the obstacles laid with all his strength without effort, the win-lose situation was already decided without suspense.
The white fat face was covered with shock and fear, and the hand that violently shakes couldn't wipe the cold sweat on his face.
”What's the matter…”