Exiled Prince: I'm the Unexpected Extra in the Novel-Chapter 182: The Crimson Night [10]
The War for The North [69]
Chapter 182: The Crimson Night [10]
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[New title acquired: The Holy Traitor]
[The Gods are watching you!]
[The Gods express their wrath upon you.]
Cassian casually waved his hand, dismissing the divine threats flashing before his eyes.
The wrath of the gods was the least of his worries right now. He had far more pressing issues, like surviving and managing the sheer chaos unfolding around him.
The very second Fredrinnβs dark realm collapsed, the apocalypse of the outside world crashed down upon them once again.
Cassian instantly encased the two of them in a massive, thick barrier of ice. While blocking the magic arrows and deadly strikes raining down from the sky, he quickly approached a battered Fredrinn. Using the holy mana radiating from his palms, he began rapidly healing his partnerβs deep wounds.
They were completely surrounded by elves and vampires.
Outside, a High Elf bearing the title of General had already drawn his bow. A foul, arrogant smirk stained his face. Cassian tried to reach out to the nature around him, but it was useless. Nature still refused to answer him; the elves had completely severed his connection to it using their ancient magic.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a dense, crimson mass slammed into the ice barrier like a bullet, tearing through it as if it were paper.
"Blood?"
Cassian couldnβt hide his shock when he saw this bizarre, fluid mass hurtling toward him.
It was the first time in his life he had witnessed blood manipulation of this scale. He stopped the incoming attack by vaporizing it at the very last second with a shield of Chaos flames.
Meanwhile, fully healed, Fredrinn gripped his massive sword and stood tall. His black armor had completely restored itself.
Without exchanging a single word, the two partners launched themselves in opposite directions.
Cassian went straight for the elves, while Fredrinn threw himself at the vampires.
Seeing Cassian charging at him, the General Elf released his bowstring. The arrow tore through the air and the ground, advancing with a colossal vortex of wind.
But the moment the arrow was about to hit him, Cassian turned into smoke.
As the devastating wind passed harmlessly through the smoke, the General Elf clicked his tongue in frustration.
"Freakish bastard," he muttered.
When Cassian materialized out of his smoke form, he was right in the elfβs face.
He lunged to drive his sharp claws into the elfβs arrogant eye. But just inches from the elfβs face, his hand slammed into an invisible shield of wind.
The wind buzzed like a meat grinder, reducing Cassianβs fingers to dust in a matter of seconds.
Feeling no pain, Cassian yanked his hand back, instantly turning into smoke and leaping away.
Triumphant, the General Elf showed off the glowing tattoo on his wrist.
"I am the child of the wind, High Elf Elvari..."
Before the elf could even finish his name, his body was sliced into dozens of asymmetrical pieces, collapsing to the ground in a spray of blood.
Cassian appeared right behind the gruesome pile of remains. He flicked his newly formed hand, splattering the blood onto the ground.
"Who gives a shit," he whispered, glaring at the butchered corpse.
Seeing their general slaughtered in seconds, the other elves succumbed to helpless panic and pure terror.
Cassianβs eyes locked onto a trembling, familiar face behind the elves. It was the High Elf with the glowing green stone on his forehead, the one blocking the nature magic. When Cassian dashed toward him, the other elves formed a wall of flesh to protect their target, completely disregarding their own lives.
Cassian tore into them like a hurricane. He didnβt even need his sword. He literally mowed the elves down with his black claws and waves of chaos.
Heads rolled, and ribcages were shattered. Yet, this bloody distraction worked. Escorted by the screams of his soldiers, the elf with the green stone fled deep into the battlefield and vanished.
On the other side, a dark brutality was on full display. Fredrinn didnβt care in the slightest about the vampiresβ superior speed.
The moment a vampire tried to pierce his armor with blood magic, Fredrinn grabbed him by the throat and snapped his neck with a sickening crunch. With a horizontal swing of his massive sword, he cleaved three leaping vampires in half at the same time.
Cassian turned to Fredrinn, who had just finished his job.
"I am going to back up Cryomara. You help the others!"
Fredrinn simply nodded. Sprouting massive wings from his back, Cassian took to the sky, soaring toward the two colossal dragons tearing each other apart.
As Cassian ascended, he could see the true scale and horror of the war much more clearly.
Below him lay massive hills of corpses, made up of soldiers from both sides and civilians who had perished in the violence.
Approaching the two ancient monsters above, he felt himself involuntarily tense up, even though he was in his Sovereign form.
The immense gap in power between them pricked at his skin like needles. He remembered the dreams Zevstyle had shown him. Even a much older, far more experienced Cassian had failed to defeat a mystical beast in the past, ending up torn to shreds.
He had no idea how to interfere in the battle of these dragons in his current state, but he had no choice but to fight.
Just as he reached the dragonsβ altitude, he sensed a massive, lethal attack coming at him from his blind spot. He instantly cloaked himself in a dense barrier of Chaos.
However, a colossal strike from a holy sword shattered the barrier like glass, and the physical weight of the blow crushed Cassian.
Before a shocked Cassian could even recover in midair, he barely deflected a second fatal spell aimed at his ribs by unleashing a wave of chaos from his body.
But simultaneously, a massive chunk of ice impaled his back. The ice didnβt just skewer him, it rapidly thickened, trapping his body and beginning to seal him away.
In that brief second, he noticed dozens of different magical attacks raining down on him from all directions. He was cornered.
At that moment, Cassian decided to stop caring about anything around him. He silenced his logic.
He unleashed the pure chaos within him.
He created an unimaginable explosion of chaos that reduced everything in his immediate vicinity to nothingness in a single second.
Buildings, enemies, spells in the air... and tragically, his allies and civilians who couldnβt escape the blast zone. All of them silently turned to dust.
In the middle of the nothingness, with black smoke rising from his body, Cassian slowly lifted his head. The weight of what he had just done crashed down on his shoulders.
If he wanted to, he could obliterate the entire capital in seconds, leaving absolutely nothing behind. But doing so meant personally killing his own friends. Just like he had a moment ago.
A single whisper fell from his lips:
"I am sorry..."
Right across from him hovered an old but upright mage. He had red hair mixed with white, slightly pointed ears, and skin as pale as a vampireβs.
His face wore a maniacal thrill and a broad smile, ecstatic to have survived Cassianβs devastating attack.
But Cassian ignored the manβs sick excitement. He raised his hand toward the old mage.
"Die."
A wave of chaos erupted from his palms, surging forward to swallow the man whole. Unfazed, the old mage moved his hands rhythmically, drawing circles in the air.
Lightning burst from the circles he drew, colliding with the wave of chaos in midair and neutralizing it.
The man widened his smile and drew new circles. This time, storms of ice and lightning began rushing toward Cassian.
Right then, the ground beneath Cassianβs feet cracked violently. A massive, fleshy mouth erupted from underground to swallow him whole. Cassian dropped his defense, instantly turning into black smoke, and shifted his position meters away.
From where he had just stood, a grotesque, bizarre monster resembling a centipede, towering over 20 meters, rose up. Tearing through buildings as it moved, the creature was mindless. It brutally attacked everything in its path regardless of sides, both friend and foe.
The moment Cassian materialized in his new spot, dozens of ice and lightning spears rained down on him. With a burst of chaos, he turned the spears to dust in the air.
But from within the smoke, two masked assassins appeared behind him, swinging their swords at his neck. Cassian didnβt even turn around.
Jet black, shapeless limbs suddenly shot out from his back, grabbing both assassins by the neck in midair. He slammed them violently into the jagged tips of the ice spears he had just shattered on the ground, impaling them.
As these bloody seconds ticked by, a unique spear appeared in the old manβs hand. It crackled with lightning while simultaneously freezing the air around it.
Two massive wings sprouted from the back of his armor. One was made of pure wind, the other of fierce flames.
The old mage bared his teeth fiercely and launched himself at Cassian like a meteor.
