Exiled Prince: I'm the Unexpected Extra in the Novel-Chapter 179: The Crimson Night [7]

The War for The North [66]

Chapter 179: The Crimson Night [7]

The moment Cassian stepped out of the portal, a sharp smell burned his nose and filled his lungs.

The air was thick with ozone and the scent of burnt flesh. Even breathing felt like torture.

Explosions and thunderous war cries instantly filled his ears, nearly deafening him.

The portal had opened on one of the castle rooftops, just inside the inner side of the walls.

Cassian slowly landed on the tiles and watched the hell unfolding around him.

The situation was even worse than he had expected.

The first thing that caught his attention was the massive shape falling from the sky toward him.

Two enormous dragons, Veviron and Cryomara, had their bloody claws buried into each other’s scales as they spiraled downward in a deadly struggle. Freezing ice and blinding lightning erupted from their mouths, splitting the sky apart.

The moment Cassian realized the massive bodies were about to crash directly onto him, he shot away from his position.

Seconds later, the two dragons slammed into the castle with a deafening impact, instantly reducing the magnificent structure into ruins.

When Cassian landed on the roof of another building, he saw strange white winged creatures descending toward him from the sky.

Angels.

He did not even bother turning toward them. He simply turned his back.

In the brief moment he shrugged his shoulders, the angels lunging at him were cut into dozens of pieces, their bodies collapsing onto the roof tiles as piles of blood and flesh.

Cassian narrowed his eyes and surveyed the battlefield.

Vampires, elves, the Obsidian Dawn cult, and the Northern army desperately resisting them. The city had already turned into complete ruin. Streets, rooftops, and courtyards overflowed with piles of corpses.

To fully grasp the scale of the disaster, he glanced at the system window that appeared before him.

The death counter displayed 263,458.

"Cassian?"

He paused when he heard the familiar voice behind him.

Turning his head, he saw Cordelia. Her clothes and hair were completely soaked in blood. Blood dripped from the massive scythe she gripped tightly in her hands.

Cassian slowly walked toward the girl whose calm expression remained unchanged even in the middle of this apocalypse.

He reached out and gently touched Cordelia’s blood covered cheek.

"Cordelia... may I ask you something?"

Cordelia said nothing. She simply stared at him with wide, curious eyes, waiting for him to speak.

"Leave the North."

As he said these words, four superior elves who were preparing to attack him from behind were mercilessly skewered by ice spears he created in the air without even turning around.

"We already lost the war."

The moment Cassian said that, he melted into the shadows and disappeared, leaving behind a completely confused Cordelia standing in the middle of a sea of blood.

When Cassian appeared again, he was standing directly in front of a superior elf who was raising his staff toward him.

The elf barely reacted before trying to chant his spell.

His head separated smoothly from his body.

Before the surrounding elves could even understand what had happened or begin to panic, sharp ice spears burst from the ground and impaled them into the sky.

At that moment, a massive tornado of blazing fire roared toward Cassian.

Cassian glanced at the tornado from the corner of his eye.

He extended a single finger toward the flames.

A pitch black sphere resembling pure nothingness suddenly appeared in the air and devoured the massive tornado in a single second.

The vampire who had cast the spell collapsed to his knees in terror.

But the black sphere suddenly exploded, turning everything within its radius, including the vampire, into complete nothingness.

The next moment, Cassian appeared in the middle of a group of vampires surrounding a cluster of defenseless humans.

With their superior reflexes, the vampires immediately lunged toward him.

However, thick tree roots burst from the ground and pierced through many of their chests.

The remaining ones attempted magical attacks from afar. The three vampires who actually managed to reach Cassian were sliced into dozens of pieces by invisible cuts within seconds.

The ground suddenly roared.

The earth split apart as massive chunks of rock rose from both sides to crush Cassian.

Cassian simply tapped his foot lightly on the ground.

With a small tremor, the entire earth attack disintegrated into dust.

When Cassian appeared directly behind a vampire mage whose eyes had widened in terror, the vampire swallowed heavily, accepting his fate.

Seconds later, his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Cassian noticed that it was not only vampires surrounding him.

Masked figures dressed in black, fanatics of the Obsidian Dawn, were also approaching.

Cassian closed his eyes and formed a massive Sphere of Chaos.

Every magical attack raining down on him was sucked into the dark void.

Those who tried to approach for close combat were torn apart the moment they entered the sphere’s gravitational pull, turning into piles of flesh.

When the sphere violently exploded, everything around him turned to dust.

As the smoke of the explosion faded, Cassian’s gaze caught the majestic silhouette hovering in the sky.

A Primordial Angel with eight arms.

Its arms were folded across its chest, and its faintly glowing eyes were fixed directly on Cassian.

Cassian narrowed his eyes slightly and vanished once again.

When he appeared again, only a few meters separated him from the angel.

Yet the angel still stood calmly with its arms crossed over its chest, like a statue.

In the fraction of a second before Cassian’s black sword reached the angel’s neck, one of the angel’s arms moved with unbelievable speed and grabbed the very tip of Cassian’s blade while another seized his wrist.

The sword was stopped effortlessly.

Or so it seemed.

The holy fingers holding the tip of the blade suddenly separated from the arm and fell to the ground, bleeding.

At the same time, a pitch black stain resembling decay appeared on the arm gripping Cassian’s wrist and rapidly began spreading toward the shoulder.

Startled by this dark attack it could not comprehend, the angel flinched in pain and leaped backward.

But Cassian had no intention of giving his opponent time to adapt. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He lunged forward and swung his sword directly toward the angel’s heart.

Suddenly, glowing holy swords appeared in four of the angel’s remaining arms.

Using all four swords at once, the eight armed Primordial Angel blocked Cassian’s black blade at the last moment.

As Cassian continued pushing forward with all his strength, he opened his mouth and spewed pitch black flames of chaos onto the angel’s face like a dragon.

Feeling its flawless skin burn and peel away, the angel flapped its wings in pain.

It instantly surrounded itself with a massive shield made of pure holy mana.

Cassian did not remain idle.

At the same time, he formed eight spheres of chaos and launched them at the shield like bullets.

Each sphere created massive black explosions upon impact.

At first the shield merely cracked.

Cassian grabbed his sword with both hands and swung it down with such force that the holy barrier shattered like glass.

Just as he was about to reach the Primordial Angel, Cassian’s body suddenly split into four pieces.

The Primordial Angel had struck at the speed of light.

Yet Cassian’s pieces did not fall.

Each scattered fragment wrapped itself in dark mana and transformed into a new Cassian.

The four copies launched deadly attacks toward the Primordial Angel from four different angles of the sky.

The angel violently spread its massive wings.

The wave of holy mana released from them instantly dispersed the copies into dust.

The real Cassian, however, ignored the scorching holy mana striking his face and charged directly toward the angel.

They began clashing in the sky at an incomprehensible speed.

Black and white, darkness and light, collided endlessly.

Every clash of their blades created deafening explosions. Lightning flashed, and deadly sparks scattered through the air.

It was like a dance of death in the sky.

Every strike aimed directly for the neck, heart, or eyes.

Cassian tried to pressure the angel as much as possible with relentless strikes of his black sword.

But it seemed useless.

The Primordial Angel was physically far superior to Cassian.

And every time it was wounded, it instantly healed with holy mana, much like Cassian’s own unique regeneration.

Severed arms regrew. A split ribcage closed within seconds.

Meanwhile, far away, a pair of black eyes remained fixed on Cassian.