Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 470

Chapter 470: A Chaotic Night.
As the Twin moons contemplated who would be king for the night and who would lie sunder the other, many looked to the sky with their own individual thought.

After all, this night was going to be one like no other. Many key players were taking to the stage…

Far off in the Chikitsa clan, a figure, the same one that had attempted killing Chiron, had just finished with the last of the malicious spirits.

He sheeted his sword as he bowed to the fading dust of the last one.

Just then, a scroll shot for him like a meteorite, tracing through the sky like it was a sword ready to stab through the filaments.

However, the moment it reached above his head, it stopped abruptly, and then it landed gently into his arms.

The Golden seal of the Pig zodiac family was on it. He bowed to the scroll and then it immediately entered into his head.

A line of gold colored words passed through his eyes. He frowned, “From the Nether? First the Holy Church, and now those damn demons think my Pig Zodiac family can be easily bullied?” he spoke in a tone showing his anger, and the spiritual pressure oozed out of his body in successive waves.

Again and again, it came from his body. And then he took a deep breath in and out, calming down his nerves.

It was only his short display of anger, but everything, the remaining half destroyed buildings in the general area instantly became dust.

He turned in a certain direction, Kicking against the ground, he leaped, creating a small crater where he had stood.

Far off in another corner of the Almace continent, the same figure appeared. For him, it had only been a few leaps from the Chikitsa clan to the other side of the continent.

The part of the night was heavy with darkness, the sky a canvas of inky blackness punctuated only by the occasional glimmer of distant stars. From the horizon, a horde of demon beasts emerged, their forms twisted and grotesque, radiating an aura of pure malevolence. These abominations of nature were as varied as they were horrifying.

Some were elemental in nature, their bodies composed of dark, roiling fire that cast an eerie, flickering glow across the landscape. Their flames burned with a sinister hue, black and deep crimson, radiating a heat that seemed to warp the very air around them. Others were formed of shadow and smoke, their shapes indistinct and ever-shifting, eyes glowing with a malevolent light that pierced the darkness.

There were beasts made of jagged, crystalline ice, their edges sharp and deadly, reflecting the pale light of the moons in fractured, ghostly patterns. Each step they took left a trail of frost in their wake, the ground freezing beneath their weight. Earth creatures lumbered forward, their bodies a mass of twisted roots and jagged rocks, exuding a palpable sense of dread and decay.

At the forefront of this monstrous legion was a figure that seemed to defy categorization. A colossal beast with scales that shimmered like obsidian, it moved with a predatory grace, its eyes burning with a hatred that transcended mere animosity. Its breath was a toxic miasma, spreading a vile corruption in its path.

These were the creatures that the Demon mother had sent in search for Chiron. She had been so desperate that she did not even care violating the treaty.

Yet, standing resolutely at the shore, the figure awaited the advancing horde. The wind whipped through his blouse, the fabric billowing around his lean frame. His short hair ruffled in the breeze, revealing the intricate tattoo of a pig’s face etched into the skin of his back—a mark of the significance of his Pig Zodiac family.

He watched the approaching beasts with a calm, almost detached air, his eyes sharp and unwavering. As the first line of creatures neared, he slowly reached for the sword at his side, the blade gleaming with an ethereal light as he drew it. The weapon seemed to hum with a power of its own, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness.

The wind howled, carrying with it the distant roars and growls of the demon beasts. The figure took a deep breath, grounding himself in the moment. His stance was one of readiness, his muscles coiled like a spring, prepared to unleash devastation upon the unholy creatures before him.

With a swift, fluid motion, he raised his sword, the blade catching the faint light of the moons and reflecting it back in a dazzling display….

….

Meanwhile, at the same time, at the peripheral of the Vandoria kingdom, a young lady with eyes as red as rubies and hair as white as freshly fallen snow rode a giant spider. This spider, in turn, was perched upon the back of a flying wyvern.

Wyverns, second only to dragons in their dominance of the skies, were known for their peaceful nature unless provoked. The journey from the Chikitsa Clan to the Vandoria Kingdom, which would have taken several weeks even in a terseract, was reduced to just a few days thanks to these majestic sky lords.

As the wyvern descended gracefully, its powerful wings beating rhythmically, the landscape of Vandoria came into view. The young lady’s spider mount adjusted its many legs, gripping tightly as they prepared for landing. The wyvern alighted softly on the ground, its massive form casting a long shadow in the late light of the moons.

The moment they touched down, the young lady dismounted with a fluid grace, her white hair shimmering like silk. She waved at the wyvern, which had taken to the sky again, soaring upwards with powerful strokes of its wings. “Thank you and goodbye!” she called out, her voice carrying across the open expanse.

Turning her attention to the giant spider, she patted its chitinous back affectionately. “My Chiron is here! Are you sure?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of hope and a bit of urgency.

The spider, a core beast creature that would have terrified most with its sheer size and menacing appearance, responded with a series of screeches and clicks, nodding its head as if to confirm her question.

“Good! Let’s go, If we don’t reach him in time, they will kill him.” she said with a smile, her ruby eyes sparkling with excitement and resolve.

With a quick, agile movement, she remounted the spider. It scuttled forward, its legs moving in a coordinated and almost hypnotic rhythm. The young lady’s presence, striking and commanding, seemed to embolden the creature as it carried her toward their destination.

….

Within the royal palace, Prince Victor paced up and down in a lavishly decorated room. Despite the luxury surrounding him, he could not sleep. Tomorrow was the day he planned to execute his grand scheme, a plot that had been weeks in the making since that day Chiron had defeated him in the Highlands.

He had already secured allies within the kingdom, including several chiefs of the major tribes. Yet, the weight of his plan still bore heavily on his mind.

As he continued to pace, a shadowy figure materialized from the ground, taking form before him. It was Abel of the Holy Church.

He too had taken a bad beating from Chiron that day, and now an integral member of the plan.

However, Abel was not alone. Beside him stood a figure Victor had never seen before, clad in full bronze armor that glinted dully in the dim light of the room, holding the doll of a very realistic girl in one hand.

Victor’s brow furrowed in suspicion as he eyed the newcomer. “Who is this? Another lackey from the Holy Church?” he asked, his tone sharp with mistrust.

The armored figure stepped forward with a calm, almost commanding presence. “It is nice to meet you too, Prince Victor. I will make the reason for my appearance short. After all, if I don’t help you, you will fail against Chiron Chivalry tomorrow.”

Victor’s frown deepened as he turned his gaze to Abel. “You told him?”

Abel nodded, his expression serious. “Trust me, I do not like him either. But we all have an enemy in Chiron. If we want to kill that evil brat once and for all, we will need his help.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed. “But what can he do?”

The figure in bronze armor spoke again, his voice steady and confident. “I am the magic user who took Chiron’s hands. I am Knight Sheyi of The Holy Land’s Bronze Knights.” He gave a side smile, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. “And I know how to kill your nephew.”

Victor studied Knight Sheyi closely, his mind racing. The mention of taking Chiron’s hands had piqued his interest. This man, this knight, seemed to possess the knowledge and power he needed.

“Tell me more,” Victor demanded, his curiosity overtaking his skepticism.

Knight Sheyi stepped forward, his armor clinking softly with each movement. “Chiron is intelligent, but he has weaknesses. I know how to exploit them…”

(Author’s note: Its about to go down!)