Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: The Ultimate Plan (3) Chapter 220: The Ultimate Plan (3) “I have been dealing with you greedy bunch who wanted to devour my clan and I’ve been patient,” the figure who appeared out of nowhere said with restrained anger, rolling up his sleeves menacingly.

“And now, you even gone lower to aim my daughters to pressure me…?” Hearing the voice, Elira and Thalia’s eyes widened completely.

Both recognized this voice instantly-It was their Father, Julian Vamos Feradith.

Snapping their necks to where the voice came from, the twin really saw their Father-He was real.

“D- Dad?” Elira muttered in shock.

All she knew was that Julain couldn’t be with them due to the scandal with the Crimson Wolf Clan.

He was banned from leaving the city, needing to address the situation first.

So naturally, she was surprised to see her Father being here.

It was the exact same for Thalia as she glanced at Lucivar in complete disbelief, ‘He planned this?’ Lucivar, on the other hand, smirked as he inspected the man called Julian.

‘So this person is Julian?’ He thought in marvel.

‘Woah… My body can’t stop trembling at his presence’ Julian, despite being a Fairy Bloodline that was known to be delicate and pliant in appearance, was as imposing as even a Dragon Hybrid.

He boasted long silken white hair, flawless facial features that could even match those of models, pointy ears, and a raging aura of wind that covered the entire underground parking lot with its sharpness.

Heavily training muscles bulged from underneath his sleeves.

He repeatedly clenched his fists as if raring to beat the living hell out of the old man.

A presence has been present from the very start.

Knowing Lucivar’s background, the Crimson Wolf Clan-particularly Ragnar wasn’t worried that he might be coughing up anyone stronger than early Chrysalis-rank Hybrid.

He was talented but was not that favored with the problems surrounding him.

So sending the old man, who was a five-star Chrysalis rank Hyrbid would be more than enough.

Ragnar decided to send the old man on his behalf in case Lucivar had a reckless plan.

Perhaps, it was a bit of an overkill to do that.

However, the old man realized now that Lucivar deserved every bit of their caution.

He was playing both sides!

‘Oh, no…’ the old man turned pale at the sight of Julian.

‘I- I need to get out of here!’ Despite being at the very peak of the Chrysalis-rank, considered a powerhouse everywhere he went-the person he was facing right now was not at the peak of the Chrysalis-rank but the Paragon-rank instead and even nearing a breakthrough the Paragon-rank.

He was someone who even Drake, the head of the Crimson Wolf Clan, couldn’t face head-on.

Julian could swat a hundred people at the old man’s strength without a sweat.

“I’m not a violent person,” He said as he continued ahead.

“But that would change for tonight…” Not wasting a single second, the old man quickly channeled his attribute and coated his body with it.

It took a couple of seconds for him to be ready to teleport away.

Seeing this, Lucivar frowned as Julian didn’t seem to be increasing his pace.

Perhaps, he didn’t know about the old man’s ability.

“Get him, quick!” Lucivar shouted warningly.

“He’s going to teleport away!” Even though he tried his best to inform Julian about the old man’s ability, being able to teleport him or someone else at will-he was a tad bit too late.

Once moonlight coated his entire body, the old man did not hesitate to teleport away.

Swish!

In an instant, he vanished from his spot.

Despite seeing that, however, Julian didn’t seem to be worried.

Once he reached the space where the old man had disappeared, a violent gush of wind coalesced in his right hand, and with a brutal motion-his hand shot forward, stabbing through space.

Under Lucivar as well as the twin’s surprised gaze, Julian pulled the old man out of that space-crack.

“W- Wait!

Wait a minute!” the old man tried to plead but it fell on Julian’s deaf ears.

Easily, Julian pulled the old man back from wherever he teleported earlier and tossed him back.

Falling on his back, the old man stood up and realized that there was no other choice-but to fight his way out of here.

Straightening his shaky frame, the old man went to his fighting stance-his weathered bones protesting as he summoned his power.

Swish!

Moonlight surged around him, coating his body in a luminous glow as his aura spiked.

Under his power, the entire basement trembled, shadows recoiling from the radiant moonlight.

Suddenly, in an instant, Julian appeared before him.

No warning, no blur of motion-just a sudden presence.

Ignoring the old man’s shocked expression, Julian made an effortless motion, extending his index finger, charged with his own attribute, and tapped the old man’s chest.

Almost instantly, the moment his finger made contact-the moonlight dispersed like mist in the wind.

Once again, the basement was shrouded in darkness as the old man’s moonlight was snuffed out.

“Heuk?!” the old man’s breath hitched.

His body stiffened and his instincts screamed at him to move but he couldn’t.

Bam!!

A fist drove into his gut.

Upon impact, the old man’s torso curved inward-the pain was blinding, a lance of agony that sent his senses spiraling out of control.

However, the force of the blow didn’t throw him backward.

It was eerily concentrated to cause as much damage without any theatrics.

Instead of being thrown away, his entire body folded in on itself.

His knees slammed into the cold stone floor as his eyes bulged.

A sickening gurgle escaped his throat, saliva, and blood spilling from his lips.

Julian had held back just enough to not kill him instantly.

Gasping, the old man dragged himself back-his trembling hand lifting in a desperate pea.

“P- Please…” He begged-tears from the pain welling up in his eyes.

“I’m only donig what I’m told,” “A gun doesn’t get to claim innocence just because someone else fired the shot,” Julian answered, his gaze was as cold as a monolith.

“You might only be the gun but you’re as guilty.

Pray to your God, I’ll give you time to repent…” Julian took a step forward.

Then another.

Slow, deliberate.

Even though he was walking slowly, the pace of the old man’s crawl was slower.

Before the old man could go anywhere else, Julian seized him by the head, lifting him effortlessly until their eyes met.

A suppressed, flaming fury could be seen behind Julian’s gaze.

One that has no trace of forgiveness or mercy.

Then, as if discarding something insignificant, he let go.

In slow motion, the old man fell back down again.

He barely registered his fall before another punch landed on his face.

Crack!

Unlike the previous punch, this one struck his face with the force of a thunderclap.

Bones crunches as his face shatters and he is sent hurling across the basement, skidding and rolling across the space but Julian isn’t done.

Before the old man crashed into the far wall, Julian was already behind him, waiting with his fist clenched.

Once the old man’s body was in striking distance, another brutal fist hammered his back.

Despite being overwhelmingly powerful moments ago, the old man became nothing more than a weak plaything in front of Julian-helplessly ricocheting between Julian’s merciless strikes and walls.

His body not breaking fast enough under the punishment.

He doesn’t want to die but at this point, he wants to die.

But Julian makes sure he cannot die.

Not until he repaid the old man for what he was attempting to do to his little princesses.

Observing the scene unfold from the side, Lucivar smiled inwardly.

‘Should I suck up to these two now…?’  He thought wryly.

‘I’m dead if Julian knew everything I did’ Lucivar coughed a mouthful of blood as he felt his face was a wreck from earlier.

Seeing this, Thalia checked on him worriedly, “Now that Dad is here, let’s go to the nearest hospital” “No, I’m not done here,” Lucivar shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Thalia frowned in contemplation-she didn’t know what else was there to do.

But then, she realized that if Julian came here himself then Lucivar must’ve promised him something.

So it must be that.

A few minutes later, Julian looked at the old man’s destroyed figure before turning away.

For better or worse, the old man wasn’t dead-holding on by a thread.

Julian didn’t say anything to his daughters and instantly went to Lucivar, towering over him, “I already accepted your terms-but you are still short on one thing.

Earlier, you promised me Ragnar” Taking a look around, Julian then added, “He’s not here now, is he?” Elira who also approached and heard this, realized that Lucivar was using them as bait for Ragnar.

He promised Ragnar but Ragnar was careful enough to not come here personally.

Lucivar failed to lure him out.

But above all, regardless of what he did-Elira made the right choice.

Unlike Thalia, from the very start, she has the utmost trust in Lucivar.

She didn’t think that Lucivar would turn on them, instead, he must be planning something else.

And she was right.

“Dad…” Elira walked over and pulled his arm dotingly.

“Isn’t this more than enough already?” “Yes, Dad.

We’re safe,” Thalia added.

However, as Julian’s heart was about to melt from his daughters’ plea, Lucivar raised his gaze and cast a questioning look, “Not even a thank you?” He asked daringly.

“You’re supposed to be grateful to me.

The Crimson Wolf Clan came to me asking for Elira, and I chose you instead.

If I didn’t, you would be getting the news of Thalia’s death and Elira’s kidnap by now” Upon hearing this, Elira and Thalia sucked in a cold breath.

As always, Lucivar was never one to hold back his tongue.

“Don’t make the situation worse,” Thalia whispered, holding his arm.

“Let us handle this” But Lucivar kept his eye contact still, not backing down.

Just then, Julian’s eyes narrowed, “Is that why you only pulled her earlier?” “Yes,” Lucivar nodded.

“They specifically said they only want Elira” Earlier, when the old man threw Lucivar-he made sure to grab Thalia with him.

It was specifically because he was afraid the old man would kill Thalia.

Realizing that fact, Julian sighed heavily before he nodded, “You’re right, I thanked you for this” As soon as Lucivar heard his gratitude, a smile instantly bloomed on his face as he now knew that Julian wasn’t as unreasonable as Callista.

Strugglingly, Lucivar stood up and straightened his back, “No need to mention it, I did it for myself.

Also, I’m still going to deliver my promise,” Clearly, Lucivar was referring to Ragnar.

But he wasn’t here.

“How are you planning to do that?” Julian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Upon hearing that, a devilish smirk crept to Lucivar’s face as he looked at the dark trail to his side.

“I got my ways…”