Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 585

Chapter 585: Knight Sheyi Vs Manu Madayaki
Meanwhile, in the heart of Kendou, the Capital of the vandorian Kingdom, the grand church loomed like a fortress, a massive edifice of stone and stained glass that had long replaced the old Temple of the country.

Its towering spires pierced the sky, and the intricate carvings on the walls depicted scenes of divine judgment and holy wrath by the goddess, Fate.

The air within the church was thick with the scent of incense, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood that seemed to permeate the very stones. Rows of candles lined the walls, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own.

In the heart of this vast structure, Knight Sheyi sat in deep meditation, surrounded by a circle of candles.

The room was small and dimly lit, the walls adorned with ancient tapestries depicting battles long past. The air was heavy with the scent of burning herbs, chosen specifically to aid in concentration and clarity of thought.

Knight Sheyi’s armor lay in a neat pile beside him, serving as evidence to his discipline and readiness. He was in a state of complete focus, his breathing slow and steady, his mind attuned to the flow of spiritual energy within him. after all, he was just about to undergo another breakthrough.

It had been a few years since he relegated Chiron to the Forbidden zone of Unbounded Demise, and he had grown sharply in power and might. He was also rewarded handsomely for capturing a city state like Vandoria for the church, ripped from the hands of the Zordiac families.

Just then, A sharp, insistent knock on the door shattered the stillness. Knight Sheyi’s eyes flicked open, annoyance flashing across his face.

He had given strict instructions not to be disturbed, and yet the knocking persisted. Ignoring it at first, he called out in a low, commanding voice, “Go away.”

But the knocking continued, relentless in its urgency. With a sigh of resignation, Knight Sheyi rose from his lotus position, his now tall, muscular form moving with the grace of a predator.

He crossed the room in a few swift strides and flung the door open, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the cleric standing before him.

The cleric was a young man, his face pale and sweat-drenched, a stark contrast to the calm aura that usually permeated the church. He wore the simple robes of his order, a deep maroon trimmed with gold, but they were disheveled, as if he had dressed in haste. In his hands, he clutched a scroll, the edges frayed from his nervous grip.

“Knight Sheyi,” the cleric stammered, his voice quivering with fear, “I bring urgent news. Chiron… he has emerged from the Cardinal Zone. He’s fighting the battalion stationed outside and… and the people of the church. They are… they are dying.”

A frown creased Knight Sheyi’s brow, his eyes darkening with concern. “Where is Dona?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

The cleric swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously to the side. “He has already taken a Tesseract and hurried to the scene, my lord. I was sent to inform you immediately.”

Knight Sheyi’s expression hardened. He dismissed the cleric with a curt nod, and with a wave of his hand, his bronze armor rose from where it lay, pieces assembling themselves around his body in a display of practiced ease.

The armor gleamed in the dim light, a testament to its craftsmanship, each piece fitting together seamlessly.

In the corner of the room, a doll—a lifelike figure of a little girl with porcelain skin and glassy eyes—suddenly sprang to life.

The doll, eerily human in appearance, moved with mechanical precision, its joints creaking softly as it followed Knight Sheyi. The doll’s presence was unnerving, a silent companion that had long been part of the Knight’s arsenal.

As Knight Sheyi prepared to leave, he muttered to himself, “Finally, he comes back.”

There was a mixture of anticipation and dread in his tone. He had always known Chiron would return, but what he didn’t know was that the being now occupying Chiron’s body was far more sinister—Manu Madayaki.

A Tesseract, the intricately designed square airship, awaited him just outside the church, hovering silently.

The ship was sleeker than ever, its dark metal surface reflecting the light of the setting sun.

As Knight Sheyi approached, he was intercepted by King Victor, who came waddling over with a sense of urgency, his round form clad in resplendent gold robes that shimmered with every step. Behind him trailed his entourage—chiefs of the tribes and high-ranking officials, all dressed in silver robes that marked their lesser status. The maids, also in silver but with less elaborate designs, struggled to keep up with their overweight monarch.

King Victor’s face was flushed with exertion, beads of sweat trickling down his temples as he hurried over, his gold crown slightly askew on his balding head. His eyes, wide with fear, searched Knight Sheyi’s face for answers. “Is it true?” he gasped, his voice trembling. “Is Chiron truly back?”

Knight Sheyi regarded the king with thinly veiled disgust. This man, who had once been a prince of promise, was now nothing more than a shadow of his former self, made fat and cowardly by the comforts of power.

Knight Sheyi had placed him on the throne under orders from the Holy Church, but seeing the pathetic figure before him only deepened his disdain.

The Knight’s lips curled into a sneer. “Go back to your palace, King,” he spat, the title laden with contempt. “Chiron is my prey.”

Without waiting for a response, Knight Sheyi boarded the Tesseract, the airship’s engines humming to life as it prepared for takeoff.

King Victor stood there, mouth agape, as the square ship ascended into the sky, disappearing with incredible speed toward the border where the chaos unfolded. He was worried. He was very worried.

Unbeknownst to them all, a shadowy figure stood hidden behind a wall, watching the scene unfold with a faint smile. She was veiled, her features obscured, but the curve of her lips betrayed her amusement. “It’s been five years,” she whispered to herself, her voice laced with anticipation. “But he is finally back.”

The figure turned and vanished into the shadows, her presence as fleeting as the wind, leaving the grand church to continue its silent vigil over the unfolding storm.

The Tesseract descended silently, its dark, square shape casting a long shadow over the desolate landscape below.

As the airship slowed to a halt, Knight Sheyi peered out from the viewing port, his gaze fixed on the scene that unfolded beneath him. They had reached the edge of the kingdom, just a kilometer from the ominous Fog of Unbounded Demise—a cursed region where few dared to venture, and even fewer returned.

The sight that greeted him was one of pure, unrelenting chaos. The earth was littered with the dead, bodies strewn across the ground like discarded fruit after a harvest.

But this was no ordinary slaughter. The dead were twisted into grotesque abominations, their forms mangled and distorted beyond recognition.

Some soldiers had their armor grotesquely fused with their flesh, the metal plating that once protected them now a part of their bodies, merging with their skin in a sickening display. Their faces were frozen in expressions of unimaginable agony, mouths twisted open in silent screams, eyes wide with terror.

The ground was soaked in blood, a dark, glistening carpet that seemed to pulse with the last vestiges of life. Limbs were scattered like broken toys, some still twitching in the final throes of death, while others lay limp, their fingers curled in unnatural angles.

Knight Sheyi’s eyes narrowed as he took in the carnage, his stomach turning at the sight, and he was a magic user, a group of beings known for their very limited understandable power.

The stench of death was overpowering, a rancid mix of blood, decay, and burned flesh that assaulted his senses. The air was thick with it, every breath tasting of iron and ash. He forced himself to focus, to push past the horror and see the true cause of this nightmare.

His gaze was drawn to a figure in the distance, standing tall amidst the sea of bodies.

Chiron. But the man who stood there now was not the Chiron Knight Sheyi had once known.

There was something profoundly different about him—an aura of darkness that radiated from his very being. Behind Chiron, Carla perched on Hunter’s back, her eyes glowing with a feral light. The two orcs flanked him like demonic sentinels, their expressions cruel and eager for more bloodshed.

But it was the scene directly in front of Chiron that commanded Knight Sheyi’s full attention. On the ground, kneeling at Chiron’s feet, was Dona—Chiron’s own uncle.

Dona’s face was a mask of pain and fear, his body trembling as Chiron touched a single finger to his forehead.

The contact seemed to ignite something within Dona, something dark and uncontrollable. As Chiron’s finger lifted away, Dona’s eyes widened in horror, his pupils dilating until they were almost black.

A scream tore from Dona’s throat, a sound so raw and primal that it sent a shiver down Knight Sheyi’s spine. But this was no ordinary scream—it was a cry of pure, unrelenting hunger.

Dona fell to the ground, writhing in agony, his hands clawing at his own flesh. The soldiers in the Tesseract watched in stunned silence, their faces pale as they witnessed the horrific transformation.

Dona’s hands moved with frantic desperation, his nails digging into the flesh of his arms. He began to tear at his skin, ripping it away in bloody strips, exposing the muscle and bone beneath. His screams grew louder, more frantic, as he gnawed at his own flesh, chewing on the raw meat as if it were the most delicious feast.

Blood gushed from the wounds, pooling around him in a dark, sticky mess. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His teeth bit into the sinew, snapping the tendons and crunching through bone with a sickening sound that echoed through the battlefield.

Knight Sheyi’s jaw clenched as he watched Dona’s gruesome self-consumption.

The man’s hunger was insatiable, driving him to snap his own bones in half, breaking his legs to feast on the marrow within. The sight was too much for some of the soldiers, who turned away, their faces contorted in disgust and horror. Others watched with a mix of fear and fascination, unable to tear their eyes away from the grotesque display.

Knight Sheyi, however, remained still, his eyes fixed on the scene with a cold detachment.

His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, the leather creaking under the pressure. There was something about this—about the way Chiron stood there, watching with an almost casual indifference—that sent a chill through him. This was not mere violence; this was a perversion of the natural order, something far darker and more sinister.

“Hold the Tesseract,” Knight Sheyi ordered, his voice low but firm. The pilot hesitated for a moment, but the authority in the Knight’s tone left no room for argument. The airship came to a complete stop, hovering silently above the battlefield.

“Sir?” one of the soldiers asked, his voice shaking. “Should we engage?”

Knight Sheyi shook his head, his eyes never leaving the scene below. “No. you hold our position. There’s more at play here than you understand. Move forward, and you will suffer the same fate.” Knight Sheyi was not a fool. After all, if chiron was out, then it meant that he came with bloodshed in mind.

The soldiers exchanged nervous glances but obeyed, the Tesseract remaining motionless in the sky. Knight Sheyi knew that what they were witnessing was only the beginning. But he really had no idea, the nature of the curse that had been released into the world.

(Author’s note: Longest Chapter yet! I hope it was imaginative enough. Also, i know you want to see Chiron Vs Knight Sheyi. LOL… send gifts.)