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Realizing that he wouldn’t have time to block, Hadjar pushed off the ground. He soared a few feet into the air, letting the attack pass by under him. Without hesitation, using the fact he was now above his foe, he launched three rapid attacks. With each one, another ghostly blade flew toward Primus, and an enraged dragon seemed to be raging in all of them.The King managed to block one of them and dodge the second, allowing it to knock out a huge chunk of the Palace’s foundation. However, Primus couldn’t deal with the third blade. Such an attack could send even a Heaven Soldier to the other world. The ghostly sword never touched Primus’ mighty chest. It struck a black dagger’s protruding hilt instead. Another powerful explosion sounded and Primus was thrown twenty yards back. Spitting blood, he stood up and assumed a stance that resembled an executioner preparing to end someone’s life.“Army of the Wind,” he said aloud, using every trick he could to help him focus.His hand turned int
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Hadjar was well aware that the King couldn’t fight at full power. Nero’s death had hurt him too badly. To a warrior, their physical health, but also their spiritual stability, was vital. When their energy, like their mind, was in disarray, it was very difficult to use even the simplest Techniques properly.Silently, Hadjar forced himself to keep going. They fought in a brutal melee. Each clash of blades caused the remaining walls and foundation to crack even further. Both of them were running out of energy, and the whirlwind of their battle soon began to die down. Several minutes ago, they’d flown around the room and the flashes of their blades had seemed to be everywhere at once, but now they stood on the very balcony from which Primus had recently sentenced Hadjar to death. Like mere mortals, they fenced, using pure skill without a drop of energy. Smoke from cannon fire and the battle that had enveloped the square hid them from the eyes of the citizens and soldiers — the Moon Army w
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Elaine, who had spent almost all her power in that flame strike, was breathing heavily. Her main problem was that she knew how to fight, but didn’t know how to fight to the death. She was simply too inexperienced. She sent the sword back into the hieroglyph on her palm.“I’ll kill you,” the Princess said and held out her right hand. She launched a burst of white energy from her palm. Hadjar saw flames and swords inside it.He made the same gesture as his sister — he stretched out his hand and sent out all the energy he had left. A steel-colored energy burst out from his palm, dragons dancing in its depths. Two streams, simple attacks made of pure energy, collided in the middle and whirled madly. They fought for supremacy.Hadjar looked at his sister. He was well aware of the fact that if she faltered, if she lost control over her energy for even a moment, Hadjar’s own power would tear her apart like a furious dragon savaging one of its victim.“The one who wasn’t born will destroy you
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“Everything is going according to plan, my Queen,” despite her tears, Lian’s voice sounded stern. “You have defeated the false Prince and suppressed the uprising. You are the daughter of Primus Duran, the last of the Duran family line. You are the legitimate heir to the throne. The Queen of Lidus... That is the truth that the Empire will be told.”“The King is dead! Long live the Queen!”“The King is dead! Long live the Queen!”Only the tears flowing from Lian’s eyes, saturated with impotent anger, showed how difficult it was for her to participate in this insane plan of the hero who would forever be remembered as a traitor.Wearing a red dress, Elaine stood atop the hill where the castle of her ancestors had once been. It had recently been dismantled for stones in order to restore the Palace and construction was in full swing.It was rather quiet in the Kingdom. Queen Elaine had received a request for a meeting from the ambassador of Balium. The two countries had signed several trade
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Hadjar looked at her. He tried to drive her away… Tried to explain that he couldn’t keep the oath he’d given to her mother, he couldn’t help her become a human. That his life path was at an end. But Azrea continued to swim.It seemed like an even more powerful fuel was burning inside her than had previously burned inside Hadjar. But did the tiger want revenge? No.“No!”Would Hadjar, the Mad General, let the prediction of an old, stupid piece of wood come true? Was that how pathetic he truly was?Hadjar twitched. Through the dark haze of pain and death, he assumed a vertical position. He moved his hands for the first time, trying to swim up toward the light.As far as…Suddenly, the world changed. The darkness disappeared. Hadjar stood on the shore of a small pond and peered into its depths. He saw his parents’ house and his parents waiting for him in front of it. Nero and Serra were with them. They called out to him.Then a maiden appeared from the pond. She was very beautiful. She h
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The journey to the capital was rather peaceful. Well, apart from the four times bandits attacked their small squad. They were former soldiers, deserters that had gotten fed up with not being paid. Considering that no one except the Moon Army had fought any wars in the past ten years, they had most likely been ‘downsized’.The friends had also had to save their horses from a monster at the King of Beasts Stage, which had used up almost all of their meat.A bit after that, Serra was captured by slave traders. It was a mystery how the witch had managed to fall into a trap set by simple practitioners, inhaling the fumes of a poisonous flower that blocked the flow of energy in her body. In the end, Serra was rescued. Nero, in his rage, reduced the slave trader population of the Kingdom by a whole cartel. Fortunately, they found a small box full of gold in their lair, so their sortie didn’t end up just being ‘charity’ work.They’d also had to save a village from raiders. Then, together with
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After handing the money over to the guards who wore armor the color of a dull emerald, the group entered the trade district. For a moment, Hadjar thought that they had somehow ended up in a different city. They saw clean streets, wide enough for four carts or carriages to go down side by side.The neat houses had been built in straight rows and the people walking along the street were clean, wearing expensive clothes, and smiling. It looked as if they didn’t have a care in the world and were quite confident that their future was bright.Even the signboards swaying in the wind weren’t squeaking at all. Moreover, some cafes, taking advantage of the pleasant spring weather, had erected wooden tables on the street. Various customers were occupying them. They were drinking wine, or something stronger, and eating delicious food that a simple soldier could only dream of.The friends’ stomachs started growling at the sight of a baked duck.“I know a good local tavern,” Nero said suddenly. “We
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Azrea hissed with displeasure at her master, which made the waitress fight to muffle her laughter. The pretty red-haired girl was a little surprised at the strange order. Nodding and writing something down in her notebook (it was surprising that a simple waitress knew how to write), she went downstairs quickly and got lost in the crowd.Hadjar was left with only his fluffy girlfriend for company. While he listened to the bards’ song, Azrea licked her fur indifferently. She wasn’t one to abide idle chatter.Down on the small stage, the bards were singing the most popular song in Lidus — the song of the Mad General’s fight against ‘The Black Gates’ sect. It was a bit strange for Hadjar to sit there and listen to a song about his ‘exploits’. As they always did, the bards embellished reality, just slightly, but still enough for people to listen to the song with bated breath.Some of the guests couldn’t even keep eating, seemingly frozen as they became completely enthralled by the scenes o