The Damned Demon - Chapter 759

Chapter 759 Ran Away Out Of Fear?

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Drakar's laughter began as a low rumble, growing steadily as he strode forward, his Dragonblood Knights flanking him with eerie precision, their armor glinting like onyx under the crimson glow of the moon.

Behind them, a legion of draconians marched in lockstep, the sound of their boots reverberating like the drumbeat of an inevitable doom.

He stopped just a hundred feet away from Rowena, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a sinister gleam, "Rowena," he drawled, his voice a mix of mockery and amusement, "you have no idea how pleased I am to meet you again—here, in your own lands. Today will be a historic day for my kingdom, at the cost of yours. But... you know the only thing that disappointed me the most today?"

Rowena remained silent, her figure rigid, her fingers tightening around the handle of her whip. She stared him down, her crimson eyes cold and unwavering.

Drakar smirked, pacing a step closer, "It was when I just heard, after arriving here, that your little alien king had left the kingdom for some supposed 'duty.'"

His tone turned mocking, dripping with scorn, "But now that we're here, face-to-face, let's speak the truth. That dog ran out of his own kingdom out of fear, didn't he? Abandoning you and his people. Or maybe... they were never his people, to begin with. He's just an alien, after all. Why would any of you matter to him? He has no roots in these lands."

For the briefest moment, Rowena's crimson eyes quivered, a flicker of emotion betraying her icy exterior. But just as quickly, they returned to their steely calm.

Drakar caught it. He grinned wickedly, his fanged smile splitting his pale face as he pointed a clawed finger at her, "Ah, ah, ah. Looks like I hit a nerve. So, something I said must be true." His voice turned mocking, his words cutting deeper with each syllable, "How tragic. I almost believed he was truly loyal to you and your people after all the bravado he showed before me. But it seems he used you and discarded you, just as your kingdom teeters on the edge of oblivion."

Rowena's expression remained cold, her gaze fixed on him. Yet the simmering flames in her eyes betrayed the storm brewing beneath the surface.

Drakar tilted his head, his lips curling into a sinister smile, "You might pretend to be unfazed, but I know better. You put your hopes on him, didn't you? Hoped his so-called immortal power would crush us. Too bad for you, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. But don't feel bad just yet." He stepped forward, his tone dropping to a menacing whisper, "I'll find him soon enough, no matter where he hides. And then, I'll watch you both beg for mercy. I'll give it to you... but only after I've had my fun. Breaking strong women like you has always been a favorite of mine. And your father? He'll be watching from the Seven Hells, tearing his heart out as I do it, hahaha."

Drakar's men also erupted into laughter, the sound grating and cruel. Their jeers echoed across the battlefield, feeding off their king's malice.

Then the air changed.

A shadow fell over the land, vast and oppressive, swallowing the dim light of the bloody moon. The laughter stopped, frozen in the throats of Drakar's soldiers as a low, chilling rumble thundered across the battlefield. Heads turned upward, and eyes widened in terror as the dark clouds parted, revealing a colossal form descending from the heavens.

Silvia clutched her staff tightly, her knuckles white. Her voice was soft, almost breaking, as she asked, "Will we live to see him tomorrow, Sabina?"

Sabina's sharp sigh was immediate. Without hesitation, she reached over and pinched Silvia's ear, "Owww! That hurts!" Silvia cried, her voice a mix of pain and surprise.

"Stop saying such stupid nonsense," Sabina scolded, her irked gaze locking onto Silvia's, "Focus on protecting our kingdom first. That's what our husband would want us to do. Without a kingdom to come back to, how will he return to us? We have to live, Silvia, to see tomorrow so we can give him hell for leaving us like this!"

Silvia slowly nodded as sparks of determination began to simmer in her eyes.

Sabina turned her attention back to the approaching army, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. A dark chain began to materialize in her hands, glowing with a blood-red hue. Her lips curled into a crazed smile as she licked them, her voice dropping to a menacing mumble, "But for now... we take pleasure in slaughtering these lowly draconians."

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Near the Mother Tower, Seron descended swiftly, his mind racing after he coordinated the Spelldancers' desperate efforts to shut down the portals.

The situation was dire. Most of the draconians had already come through, and closing the portals now required both precision and sheer willpower, all while fending off the relentless attacks.

He also had to see what went wrong with the Mother Array to make sure the portals couldn't be reopened again.

The tower loomed ahead, its vast structure pulsating with power. However, as he approached, his heart sank. The guards stationed outside lay lifeless on the ground, their blood staining the stone steps. His eyes widened in horror. The sight confirmed what he had feared—there was treachery in their midst...someone high up in the ranks.

Steeling himself, Seron pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside. The hall was vast and eerily silent, illuminated by a dim, rhythmic glow of the arrays.

The air hummed with raw, potent energy, but there was something darker—something wrong.

And then he saw him. Someone who made his eyes widen and tremble...never expecting to see him here.

A figure stood before the central array, his back turned, his posture stiff and straight. At his feet lay the corpse of a guard, the lifeless body sprawled grotesquely against the smooth stone floor.

Seron's voice trembled as he took an unsteady step forward, "S-Son?"