The Last Monarch : Unlimited Regeneration-Chapter 66: Royal Palace (Part 3)

His enemy’s movements were agile, but Alvaric twisted his body, dodging the first strike and immediately countered with a horizontal slash from the Crimson Sword Demon.

Clang!

Their attacks clashed, sending a shockwave that threw several generals flying. However, they quickly regained their footing.

"Interesting..." Alvaric muttered. "You’re stronger than the soldiers from earlier. But I’ll still kill as many of you as I can."

Suddenly, one of the backup generals—a demi-human woman with a horn on her forehead and ice-based magic—raised her hand. The ground around Alvaric instantly froze, and spikes of ice erupted from the earth, trying to impale him from all directions.

But with a burst of mana from his feet, Alvaric jumped high into the air and landed atop one of the ice spikes. Blood began seeping from his pores, forming a dark red liquid armor over his entire body.

"Blood Armor," he whispered.

Three demi-humans attacked simultaneously. One with spiked chains, another with a large shield and hammer, and the last with earth magic.

They coordinated well. Even though they weren’t in their ideal ten-man formation—two had already died, and Tamae was absent—they still fought fiercely with only seven.

In an instant, the blood in the air—the remnants from his wounded foot—moved. Alvaric waved his hand, and dozens of blood needles shot forth, forcing the attackers to retreat.

"What are we even fighting?" one of the demi-humans hissed, clearly shaken.

"Calm down. He’s strong, but he still bleeds. We only need one opening," said another, calmer but starting to sweat. "I’m sure he has a weakness."

The others nodded. The remaining seven reformed their formation and began chanting stronger spells.

Within seconds, a magic circle formed beneath them.

"This ends here!" one of them shouted.

After a full minute, the circle was complete. It was an anti-magic barrier designed to suppress the opponent’s ability to use magic.

All of them nodded and rushed forward, attacking Alvaric again.

Slash!

Alvaric’s hand was severed. The generals smiled, but with a single stomp from Alvaric, all of them were blown away.

Baam!

At least they had cut off his hand. It was progress. But they didn’t know that the anti-magic barrier had no effect on Alvaric.

He moved the fingers of his left hand. The generals were confused—until one of them screamed.

"Aaaaarrrgh!" A piercing cry echoed.

They all turned to see one of their comrades collapsed on the ground, blood-soaked, his chest impaled by the severed hand from earlier.

"How... how is that possible?"

Alvaric moved his arm. In a blink, his hand reattached itself as if it had never been severed.

The generals were stunned. Their anti-magic had failed.

Alvaric laughed. "You thought my regeneration was magic? You couldn’t be more wrong. It’s part of my body—natural."

The generals remained frozen, shocked.

Without warning, Alvaric dashed forward. Blood from his body began forming weapons. His movements grew faster, his reflexes sharper. He switched his sword to his left hand and hurled Vapper’s Dagger toward the ice-magic demi-human.

"Ice Barrier."

A wall of ice rose to block Vapper’s Dagger.

At first, it seemed to work. But within seconds, the dagger’s aura and pressure intensified. The wall began to crack.

"No. No. Please, no." She pleaded.

But hope betrayed her.

The dagger spun violently, piercing the barrier and striking her chest. She screamed and fell backward.

Her eyes turned empty and slowly closed. Blood poured from her chest. Another general had fallen to Alvaric.

"Don’t let your guard down! He’s not a demi-human—he’s a monster in demi-human form!" shouted one of the generals.

The others nodded. Only five remained now. Their formation grew weaker.

Meanwhile, one of the backup generals—a user of illusion techniques—tried to trap Alvaric in a false vision. The world around him changed. The sounds of battle vanished, and Alvaric stood alone in a void surrounded by reflections of himself.

However...

"You really think I wouldn’t recognize my own blood?" he murmured.

His eyes glowed. With a flick of his finger, the blood scattered across the battlefield surged, attacking all nearby generals, including the illusionist.

Slash!

The illusionist staggered back, wounded in the shoulder. His illusion collapsed instantly. Alvaric returned to normal, grinning wickedly.

"You’ve all underestimated me."

With one brutal move, he lunged at the generals and cleaved through the illusionist—splitting him from shoulder to chest.

The general couldn’t react and collapsed. In his final moments, he smiled bitterly.

"Forgive me, daughter... for not being a good father. I’m sorry."

As he died, he remembered the loss of his daughter, who passed while he was on duty. It was his deepest regret.

Alvaric could feel it—his chest tightened for a moment.

He paused. "Am I..." He quickly shook his head. "I have to avenge Niva."

He looked toward the remaining generals. Only four were left. Fear began creeping into their expressions. Their confidence was fading.

"Just a little more... and this vengeance will be complete," said Alvaric.

He didn’t back down. His breathing was heavy. His blood gathered again. His monstrous regeneration left him nearly invincible. No matter what, he would survive.

He looked up at the sky.

"If you’re really... the main generals," he muttered, "then at least make me kneel... or you’re nothing but frauds."

The four remaining generals finally attacked together, using magic, martial arts, and raw physical power. Alvaric’s body was swallowed in a massive explosion. The earth trembled. Dust filled the air.

But from within the smoke...

Srek—

Alvaric walked out slowly. His body was wounded, blood dripping, but the gleam in his eyes remained. His smile grew wider.

"I already knew," he said quietly. "You’re not the main generals. You’re too weak. This isn’t what Tamae described."

The four generals widened their eyes at the mention of "Tamae."

"What... what does that mean? Tamae is behind this?"

They looked stunned, disbelief painted on their faces. Tamae was their comrade. She was supposed to be on their side—but the truth said otherwise.

"Ah, now it makes sense why this attack happened. This is a coup," one of them said.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about, but this is my own will."

Alvaric began running again. "You will all die—false generals."

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