71 Chapter 71: The Mortal Spear 3 (2/2)

Mythander felt no joy after unleashing that spell because he saw the Demon King slowly standing up even amidst the pyre. His body blazed with blue hellfire, his body's restoration powers working on full throttle barely keeping pace with the fires incinerating. Even though he survived he was in pure agony, his only thought was to destroy whoever did this to him consequences be dammed, and with that one thought, he charged at Mythander.

Mythander sighed lightly as he watched the last remnants of what was his left arm turned to ash, the power it had contained was too much thus his arm was destroyed. He was not sad by this loss, it was a necessary sacrifice, he was about to make an even more dire one, or the direst one can make.

”Master!”

Aura yelled in fright as she also saw his left arm disappear into ash and was blown away by the wind, she quickly shortened the distance between them intending to heal him and hopefully restore his lost appendage, her eyes were wet with tears, streaming out like an unending river as she looked at his no empty left side.

Mythnder raised his right hand in her direction and drew a line, causing Aura to scream in shock as she disappeared from this world back to her own. He had banished her.

”Forgive me,” Myhander said slowly as he stared at the Demon King whos was now but a hundred meters away from him, ” WHat I am about to do, you should never see.”

Mythander pulled a knife from out of his cloak and pointed it towards the Approaching Demon King. He spoke in an Ancient and terrifying Language.

”AS THEY SEARCH FOR BLOOD”

The Demon King suddenly slammed his feet into the ground forcefully stopping himself, through all this pain and madness clarity came to him int the form of fear. Fear not for your life but your immortal soul, all his instincts called to him to retreat and like a wise demon, he heeded them and ran like there was no tomorrow, because to him there will not be.

The dagger was turned in a reverse grip aiming for Mythander's heart.

”All EYES DESCEND ON ONE”

”A CHOSEN SACRIFICE, A WILLING HEART”

The knife was pulled back as he plunged it into his own heart.

”No!”

The heroes and Mythanders friends watching evrything from the mountain nearby yelled in horror as they saw there friend kill himself, but this was all ignored by Mythander, he was in a world of his own, one only filled with the retreating back of the Demon King in it.

”HEAR ME OH CRUEL LAWS OH IMMORAL GODS”

”HEAR AND TREMBLE”

”MY FLESH SHALL FORM THE SPEAR AND MY SOUL SHALL WIELD IT”

”NOW SUMMON THE MORTAL SPEAR!!!!”

Mythander yelled at the top of his lungs causing all to shiver at how natural his voice sounded at that moment as if he was no longer a mortal elf but something else, something darker.

The Demon King at this moment felt his fear instantly magnify, he turned his head to watched Mythander as he spoke the final words of his incantation, his face twisted as he saw the result.

Mythander, his entire body exploded into piles of flesh and blood...