Hitman with a Badass System - Chapter 1323

Chapter 1323 The Secret Is Out

"End this duel before the Dark Lord arrives. Take this half elf hostage, and negotiate with the Dark Lord. Don't bet on appealing to his memories of being a student here. That ship has sailed, old man." Lane urged only to see Elidyr's lips curl in an amused smile.

Elidyr's eyes flickered with anger at Lane's suggestion. "You think you can take me hostage?" he sneered. "I'd love to see you try."

On the other hand, Wulfric knew that Lane's suggestion, while desperate, might be their only chance to avoid total destruction. But he also knew that Elidyr wouldn't go down without a fight.

"I won't take you hostage, Elidyr," Wulfric said softly, his voice steady. "But I will end this, one way or another." Findd new stories on nov/e(l)bin(.)com

"Bold words for an old man. Let's see if you can back them up," Elidyr shot back. Wulfric's calm demeanor didn't waver. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever was to come. "We don't have much time. It will be too late if the Dark Lord gets here before we settle this. You know that." Lane stepped closer to Wulfric, his voice low and urgent.

"I know. But some things can't be rushed," Wulfric nodded, his eyes meeting Lane's.

The professors and graduates exchanged worried glances, their fear palpable as their eyes darted around, expecting the Dark Lord to arrive any second. "Alright, Elidyr. Let's finish this," Wulfric said, stepping forward. As Wulfric raised his hand, the air around him began to shimmer with a powerful, unseen force. A gust of wind erupted from his palm, so strong that everyone in the room had to brace themselves. The sheer power of the spell pushed them back, making it impossible for anyone to stay on their feet.

Elidyr, undeterred, lunged forward to stop him. But as he approached, he was met with an invisible force field that repelled him with brutal efficiency. It was like hitting a wall of pure energy, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through.

Meanwhile, the air grew thicker, almost tangible, as an ethereal white dragon began to take shape behind Wulfric. This dragon, akin to Azura in its majestic appearance, was the manifestation of Wulfric's most powerful spell. The dragon's presence had an almost magical effect on those in the room. The dark army soldiers, who had witnessed countless terrifying spells in their time, found themselves momentarily dazed. Their worries, concerns, and anger melted away, replaced by a strange, soothing calm.

However, Elidyr resisted the spell's mental effects. His mental fortitude was far stronger than the others, allowing him to maintain his focus. But he knew that this was just a side effect. The true power and destruction of Wulfric's spell were yet to come. The ethereal dragon's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its presence alone was enough to hint at the catastrophic power it held.

Finally, as Wulfric raised his arms, the ethereal dragon coalesced into a physical form. It roared, its jaw opening wide as though it intended to devour Elidyr in one swift bite. The sheer power radiating from the dragon was enough to make everyone believe that Wulfric had gained the upper hand.

"Professor Lane, I thought you were smarter than this... Do you think it's a good idea to piss off a god when you have those weaklings ripe for the taking as hostages?" Michael chuckled, pointing at the graduates. The youngsters, though weaker, didn't appreciate being called weaklings, not even by the God of Darkness. Thus, Elliot took a step forward and met Michael's eyes.

"You may be a god, but we are not weaklings. We will fight you with every fiber of our being. And don't forget, good always triumphs over evil," said Elliot Watson. Seeing Elliot courageous enough to face the Dark Lord without wavering in his beliefs, Professor Kayla felt a surge of pride. As the head of House Warriors, witnessing her students stand up to the Dark Lord himself made her nothing but proud.

"Seriously? Out of everything you could have done and said, you took the cliché route..." Michael laughed.

"Buddy... even if hundreds of you come to fight me, I'll still beat the hell out of you," Michael snickered before raising his hand. Elliot couldn't even react before a powerful gust of wind shot out of the Dark Lord's hand, sending him flying like a dummy in a storm.

"Elliot!" Bethany shouted as Elliot hit the wall with enough force to form cracks before falling to the ground.

When Deacon saw his best friend sent flying, the enmity between the houses disappeared. He lunged forward as a student of Mazeroth with no hesitation. But Michael sent him flying too with a slap that knocked the air out of his lungs.

"Now, Headmaster... Tell me about the birthmark Elidyr asked about, or you will have to bury your favorite students... Regret is a bitch, Headmaster..." Michael said, cracking his neck.

"I actually agree with the Dark Lord. Regret is worthless if you have the chance to save the lives of your students. Yet, here you are, valuing your secrets above their lives," Lane snickered but then said, Wulfric's eyes flickered with worry, concern, and desperation, which only made Michael more curious about what he was hiding. Casually cracking his fist, black lightning bolts began to dance around his hand as he looked at Diego with a devilish grin. The sight sent chills down Diego's spine. He couldn't help but think if the Dark Lord still held a grudge about their past.

"Wulfric, what are you hiding?" Michael coldly asked.

Meanwhile, Kayla Martin stepped toward Wulfric, shaking him by the shoulders. "Tell him what he wants to hear, Wulfric!" she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration and urgency.

After what felt like an eternity, Wulfric took a deep breath and looked at Elidyr. He had always been a man of secrets, but he knew better than anyone that secrets had a way of making matters worse. At that moment, he had no choice but to reveal the truth if he wanted to save the lives of his students.

"Elidyr... he... he is my brother," Wulfric admitted. When these words came out of Wulfric's mouth, they hit Elidyr like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling.