Extra's Path To Demon King

Chapter 528: A Distant Trumpet

Wangnan found himself in disbelief when the Prince shattered his rune sword by the sheer might of his jaws.In that moment, when he lost focus, the Golden Prince did not let it slip, as if the Golden Dragon’s blood pumping through his veins had found the right opportunity. It filled Lucien with such physical might that it almost felt too much.

By muscle memory alone, Lucien’s body moved at a speed that exceeded Wangnan’s perception in his shocked state. The Golden Prince executed a kick that landed flat on the chest of his enemy.

It was as if an explosion wrecked through Wangnan’s whole body, his ribcage shattered, his spine broken. Blood exploded in his brain.

The pain was so overwhelming that he nearly lost consciousness.

This kick from Lucien was almost the same as the one Gilderon had executed once.

It happened back in the royal palace of Suncrest, within Heinz’s training facility, when Axel had lost his mind to the urges of his demon blood. Just by one kick, the Golden Dragons Will, Gilderon had rendered Axel immobile, while the latter was in his Demon form.

That attack was purely physical, with no boost of his energy, and its physical power did not even surpass the scale of the third phase. Yet Gilderon managed to make it work in a way that left Axel utterly helpless against it.

The execution of that simple kick was embedded in Lucien’s muscle memory, and when he was moments away from death, he was able to do that attack subconsciously by his own power alone.

Which was why this one kick made even someone as strong as Wangnan turn completely helpless. Fortunately or unfortunately, the power of Lucien’s kick was still a far cry from what Gilderon could bring out.

Wangnan did not lose consciousness, nor did he give up. His will burned brighter than ever; the innate healing of the demon bloodline started working on him, and the effects of Osiris’s demon blood remained as strong as ever.

He started to heal rapidly. The tenacity of the demon bloodline was extremely strong.

Wangnan glared at Lucien with chilling bloodlust, and Lucien also did the same, oozing with killing intent.

It had been a long time since Lucien wanted to kill someone this badly. But the scale was tipped against him completely.

There were also the four remaining royal heirs of the Minor Kingdoms. Lucien was especially wary of Conner Ravenspire; that demonic ability executed by him was too sinister, too powerful even. If not for that, they all would have died multiple times over in his hands by now.

But in the end, logic won over in the mind of the prince against his desires; that powerful kick of his was nothing but a fluke. Lucien could not simply execute that attack at will. Without hands, he could not hope to kill Wangnan in the short few moments when he was vulnerable.

Not to mention, the corners of his mouth had been cut, his jaw was bleeding, multiple of his teeth were broken, the lingering curses of Belthrax were still making him feel 100x of every pain.

A defeated sigh escaped his lips. In battle, he always made sure to kill or defeat his enemies with his own hands and not let his privileged position define him as a warrior. It hurts his warrior ego.

But at this moment, it was more important to kill his enemies than to soothe his ego. He showed a cold smile. With a mental command, a gem-like artifact on his left shoulder began to glow until it shattered. Spreading a ripple of sound all around.

Instantly, five peak third-phase powerhouses appeared right behind Lucien. Their combined pressure was enough to suffocate everyone within miles and miles.

Every single one of them was strong enough to go toe-to-toe with an initial 4th-phase seeker without much issue.

Powerhouses whom the Royal family of Suncrest groomed from the start.

They were hiding from the very start of the battle, not appearing unless the prince called for their help or ordered them to a task personally.

Which was why they did not appear to save him, even when Wangnan was about to cut off his head.

There was a trace of admiration in the eyes of the five when they looked at the Golden Prince.

The Heir of the Suncrest Throne has proved himself more than worthy after enduring so much from the start of the third clash of the war. All the forces of both sides witnessed this.

The very enemy who killed Princess Yasmin of Samartan and brutally defeated Enrick Samartan.

He who ambushed Lucien and cut off his only remaining hand? While the prince was almost out of energy reserves. Yet the prince brought down Wangnan all the same with a single desperate attack. Admiration shone in the eyes of five powerhouses.

For the umpteenth time, it was proven in front of the whole world that there was a massive chasm between Suncrest Royalty and the other two. Even while possessing the power of the demon bloodline, the enemies of Lucien Suncrest could only fall to their knees.

Lucien ordered in a solemn tone, "One of you bring me away, and the rest kill this person immediately, before he heals, kill the other four as well. Those who possess a trace of demon bloodline are too dangerous to leave alive just for the sake of interrogation or experimentation."

"No half-blood must be left alive; they must all die on this battlefield at the hands of the Suncrest Army," added the prince in a ruthless countenance.

The five powerful Seekers did not delay a single second; they could also feel the suffocating weight of killing intent as well as the demonic energy that made their skin tingle coming out of the elven figure. This gradually grew stronger as he healed.

Wangnan indeed had to be killed, and the same went for the four remaining royal Heirs of the Minor Kingdoms.

One of the five used his mana to make Lucien float and hurriedly flew back towards the camps of the United Army.

The remaining four all had magic staffs in their hands and pointed them towards Wangnan and the four royal heirs right behind him.

The four peak third-phase seekers of Suncrest were intending to use a combined destructive magic attack to utterly demolish the demon bloodline holders’ existence until not even their ashes remain.

Wangnan’s expression was filled with boundless hatred; he was unwilling to yield and die just like that, but he could not do anything.

He screamed in his mind in rage, ’Damn it, damn it, GODDAMN IT... Just 10 more fucking seconds and I will be healed and can kill all these fucking dogs by myself.’

But no one would give him those ten seconds, no matter how many times he screamed at Prime Nexus, not a single one of his skills or abilities would activate. Unless the damage in his brain healed, which would take 10 more seconds. He could not do a single thing.

Even the four royal heirs behind him were filled with hostility, their faces twisted into a hideous grimace. The animosity they bore for enduring the countless torture sessions in the hands of the Great Kingdom’s psychotic people could not be described by the words of any language.

But they could not do anything in the face of that overwhelming power. Even Conner could not move; his demonic ability, so powerful it could cause fear to rise within Lucien Suncrest, didn’t even work on a single one of these powerhouses, not even to buy an extra few seconds for Wangnan to heal.

A trace of despair took over their hearts.

Even Wangnan felt that same despair, but this despair was not from the fear of his enemies, or from the inescapable clutch of death that took hold of them, but for the things that they had yet to do. Things they had to accomplish, their unwanted desires and wishes to change this world in a way that made it a better place.

Even if they were demons, they were at their core driven by the hope of a better future. A tether of purpose that bound them all to strive forward, no matter the situation.

And that tether for all of them, at this instant, was infinitesimally closer to snapping than ever before.

Lucien was hovering in the skies a few hundred meters away, with the powerhouse who was supposed to take him away, protecting him from the side. He was looking at the gradually despairing expressions of his enemies who were about to die with a cold smile on his lips.

His smile only widened as the trace of despair became increasingly prominent on their faces.

Even though he could not kill them with his hands, he still wanted to see their complete demise with his own eyes, to soothe the arrogance contained in his bones. Which was why he had not yet left the place and continued to watch.

Yet, at this moment, a strange noise echoed in his mind. It was so faint that one might not even hear it, nor did his mind register the sound at first, until it rang repeatedly, growing louder, coming closer.

It was like a distant horn of war, the sound of a trumpet...

Along with the beating of a drum echoing endlessly...

A sound not of victory...

Not of defeat...

But of a warning...

For the arrival of he... who should not exist...

For the arrival of something truly... Sinister.