Eternal Undying Chronicles-Chapter 200: Alicarde And The Guardian

Alicarde's sword was slick with blood as he floated back, manipulating the air with the mastery of his gravity control. The battlefield was chaotic, drenched in the cacophony of growls, roars, and the distant wail of sirens. His violet eyes gleamed coldly under the shadow of his hood, the energy of Malefica's enchantments coursing through his body like an intoxicating surge.

The massive beast he had just felled lay sprawled before him, its grotesque head severed cleanly from its hulking form. Blood pooled beneath the creature, its body twitching faintly before falling still.

"Regenerate from that," Alicarde muttered, his tone grim and edged with satisfaction.

Nearby, Warth, Alicarde 's infernal bicorn, stood tall and imposing, carrying the witch on its back. Its dark mane rippled like living shadows as it snorted, keeping vigilant watch over Malefica while Alicarde and his Nightshades engaged the relentless horde spilling from the Nexus Gate. The monstrous portal pulsated with an eerie, malevolent hum, expanding with each pulse as it unleashed a torrent of otherworldly creatures into the ruined district.

The central district was a scene of devastation. Buildings crumbled under the weight of destruction, and the streets were a mosaic of shattered concrete and abandoned vehicles. Helicopters circled above like wary vultures, while police sirens wailed impotently in the distance. Yet, none of the mundane humans dared approach the chaos. Alicarde ensured that no monster crossed the invisible line he had drawn.

A blinding torrent of light erupted from the Nexus Gate, accompanied by a deep, resonant hum that seemed to shake the earth itself. Alicarde turned, gliding smoothly through the air toward Malefica.

"I really hate to be that guy right now," he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm, "but what's the plan?"

Malefica, whose magic had cloaked her presence from prying human eyes, glanced at him with a cold smile. Her delicate fingers brushed the reins of Warth as she leaned slightly forward, her voice calm but resolute.

"We have a brave lord and his shadows here. What else is there to do but fight?"

Alicarde's eyes narrowed. "I get that I'm immortal, but my Nightshades aren't. I'd really hate for any of them to die."

Malefica nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable. "Then win."

Alicarde sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's about to get eaten, chewed, broken, ripped apart, burned, or whatever fresh hell these monsters are going to throw at me."

Malefica smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"Good to see you've finally come around to admitting pain is unpleasant."

"When did I ever say it wasn't?" he retorted. "That doesn't mean I fear it, though."

Malefica raised her hand, casting a warding spell as Warth growled, its violet eyes glowing ominously.

"In that case, have at it. Show that Nexus Guardian who runs this city."

Alicarde shook his head, exhaling sharply. "You're really not making this easy for me."

Malefica's voice echoed in his mind through telepathy, her tone sultry and teasing.

"Then how about this? Win, and come over to my place afterward. I'll make it worth your while."

A grin spread across Alicarde's face.

"Well, now that's the kind of motivation I needed." He turned, raising his bloodied sword high, its blade gleaming menacingly under the dim, fractured light.

"Nightshades, to me!" His voice boomed across the battlefield, commanding absolute attention. "Kill every last creature that comes through that gate—but the Guardian is mine."

The Nightshades, clad in shadowy garments that seemed to devour the light, saluted in unison before charging into the fray. Their weapons clashed with monstrous claws and fangs as they formed a defensive line, ensuring nothing reached their lord.

Alicarde floated toward the expanding gate, his presence radiating authority and power. His focus was absolute as he prepared to face the Nexus Guardian, the monstrous force threatening his city.

"This city is mine," he growled, his voice low and full of resolve. "I'll destroy anyone who dares challenge that."

Alicarde held his sword aloft, the ominous hum of power radiating from the blade as he began chanting a spell. His voice was steady, reverberating through the air like a battle hymn, as the Nexus Gate pulsed and the oppressive aura of the Guardian grew stronger.

The gate tore open fully, and a colossal creature, towering over 30 meters, emerged. Its body resembled a monstrous tortoise, covered in jagged, stone-like plating, while three draconic heads swayed ominously, each adorned with serrated teeth and eyes that burned with malevolence. Long metallic claws scraped the ground, carving deep trenches into the earth with every step. The air grew heavy with its presence, suffocating and overpowering.

Alicarde's lips curled into a grin. "Finally, a worthy opponent," he said, his voice carrying a tinge of excitement as he stood his ground.

'I always wanted to say that,' he thought, amusement flickering behind his glowing violet eyes. Beneath his hood, madness danced in his gaze as he unleashed his first spell.

"Seed to sprout, vine to tree,

Roots entwine, wild and free.

Nature's wrath, unleashed decree,

Flourish forth—Verdance."

The ground trembled, splitting apart as towering vines and massive roots erupted, writhing toward the Guardian like hungry serpents. The creature's three heads roared in fury, the sound a deafening cacophony as it met the attack with brute force. Its monstrous muscles flexed, shattering the vines on impact, but the spell persisted. The roots regenerated almost instantly, coiling tighter around its limbs, fighting to immobilize its enormous frame.

Alicarde chuckled softly. "That's just the appetizer," he muttered, already weaving his second spell.

"Tinder to spark, ember to glow,

In this place, let fire grow.

With a breath, let flames flow,

Consume all—Inferno."

Columns of fire erupted from the ground, racing along the entangled vines and roots. The flames roared to life, engulfing the Guardian in a fiery maelstrom. Smoke billowed high into the sky, blotting out the light as the intense heat caused the air to shimmer.

"I was planning to bake you from the start. Baked turtle sounds pretty good right about now," Alicarde quipped, his voice laced with mockery.

Yet, even as the flames roared, he remained vigilant. His instincts told him this wasn't over. True enough, one of the Guardian's massive heads moved within the inferno, its maw opening to unleash a torrent of water. The flames hissed and evaporated into thick steam that blanketed the battlefield, obscuring his view.

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"Of course, it wouldn't be that easy," he muttered, clicking his tongue in frustration.

Without hesitation, he prepared his third spell.

"Steel to flame, ignite and burn,

From cold iron, let fire churn.

Let embers spurn, flames burn,

Pierce the night, make darkness turn.

In burning light, shadows torn,

Wrath of fire, none shall spurn,

Scorch all—Blazing Edge."

Swords of fire materialized in the air, their edges glowing with molten heat, before raining down upon the Guardian in a relentless barrage. The fiery blades struck its hardened shell and scaled heads with explosive force, the impacts shaking the earth and momentarily drowning out the noise of helicopters circling overhead.

Alicarde watched closely, frowning. "I can do this all day," he said with a hint of frustration. "I've got more mana than I know what to do with… but this thing's too damn sturdy."

He glanced at his sword, gripping it tightly. A reckless idea formed in his mind, and he couldn't suppress a grin.

"I guess I'll have to get up close and personal." The blade, unnaturally sharp, was perhaps his only chance at causing real damage. He eyed the Guardian's three heads, zeroing in on a weak point.

"The eyes… I've got to take out its eyes," he murmured.

Reaching out to Malefica through their telepathic link, he asked, "I'm going for the eyes. Got any advice?"

Malefica's voice came after a pause, calm but laced with concern.

"The heads wield different elements. One is water, as we've seen. For the others… you'll have to learn through experience. Be careful, okay? Don't be reckless."

He smirked, brushing off her caution. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

Her voice sharpened. "I'm serious. Don't do anything reckless."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be careful and die as little as possible."

With that, he reduced the gravity around himself, his body floating upward until he was several meters in the air. Then, with a sudden shift, he restored the gravity tenfold. His form plummeted like a meteor, the force of his descent magnified by his gravity manipulation. He crashed onto the Guardian's head with an earth-shattering sonic boom, the impact reverberating through the battlefield like a thunderclap.