I Reincarnated as the Bastard Prince? Well, At least I'm OP!-Chapter 64: The warrior-king

Raven's voice was ice-cold despite the terror coursing through her. "What do you want from me now?"

Andras turned, his mask gleaming in the firelight as his grin widened behind it.

"What do I want?" he echoed, voice dripping with venom. "After I kill Archer… I'm going to defile you. Break you. Make you mine. And there won't be a thing your precious father can do about it."

He floated toward her, voice deepening with excitement. "You'll bear me many children. You'll serve me, slave under me. I'll make sure you never even remember who you used to be."

Revulsion twisted Raven's face. "You make me sick." She locked eyes with him, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "Let me give you a warning—stay away from me. I carry something dangerous. Something I've been training to control. Touch me again, and I'll unleash it."

He burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the volcanic chamber. "I love a girl with spirit," In one swift motion, his hand shot beneath her skirt, gripping her thigh possessively. "Oh well, no need to waste time. I'll start now."

Suddenly, a black rift split the air beside them with a deafening crack, like space itself had been torn open.

Dark winds howled through it, and shadows spilled across the air.

Andras froze mid-motion.

"What's this?" he muttered, eyes narrowing.

Before he could even blink, something emerged from the rift.

Andras stumbled back as a towering figure emerged, its presence suffocating.

The Warrior-King.

Andras' breath caught in his throat. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he floated backward, his confidence shattering.

He had never seen anything like it.

The creature stood over ten feet tall, its hollow, eyeless face fixed directly on him.

A jagged iron crown fused to the bone of his skull. Four massive arms flexed, each limb studded with dozens of small, blinking eyes embedded in the flesh.

In three of its hands, it clutched an eight-foot greatsword, its edge gleaming against the firelight.

The fourth hand was balled up in fist.

The Warrior-King

hovered effortlessly above the lava, a pulsing red aura rising from his frame like smoke, thick and suffocating, warping the very air around him

Andras floated back instinctively, his mask quivering with fear. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. His voice cracked.

"What… what is that?!"

He turned to Raven, seething. "You bitch! You had a guardian spirit?!"

Raven smirked darkly, her eyes flashing with something jest. "I warned you."

Andras barely managed to dodge as the Warrior-King's greatsword came down like a guillotine, slicing through molten air with a sonic boom.

Sparks burst off the stone where the blade landed, erupting lava upward in a terrifying spray.

Andras flew back fast, pushing his body beyond its limit.

But the Warrior-King didn't give chase the way a normal foe would.

He teleported.

In an instant, he vanished in a blur of red aura—then reappeared right in front of Andras with a roar, slashing down once more with devastating speed.

Andras threw himself sideways, his shoulder grazing the edge of the swing.

His cloak shredded.

Panic clawed at his throat. He had to escape. Now.

"This thing's too fast!" he gasped, sweat pouring down his brow. "I'll die here if I don't get out!"

Andras raised his hand and quickly conjured a swirling portal—but just as it began to form, the Warrior-King raised one of his massive hands.

The portal fizzled and shattered into particles of light.

Andras froze. His heart dropped.

"No…" he muttered. "No—that's not possible. No one could nullify portal magic."

The Warrior-King advanced again, the dozens of eyes in his arms blinking hungrily as the red aura pulsed stronger with each step.

"He's a monster," Andras whispered. "This guardian spirit… it's not normal. It's determined to kill me!"

He darted to the side, twisting through the air as he shouted desperately at Raven, "Call it off! Stop it! Please—I'll leave you alone! I swear it!"

Raven, still suspended in chains, threw her head back and laughed.

"Unfortunately for you, Andras, it's too late for that." Her grin was sharp, merciless. "Once it's gone berserk, it won't stop until my enemies are dead. I'm surprised you've lasted this long." She tilted her head mockingly. "Have you tried escaping?"

Andras snarled and flung himself higher, trying to gain enough distance toward the cavern's exit—only to slam face-first into an invisible barrier.

He staggered back, disoriented. "What—? How did this get here?!"

Then he realized it. The Warrior-King was standing calmly below him, one of his eyes-covered arms outstretched in the air.

He had created it.

"This is his battle zone," Raven called out with wicked satisfaction. "As long as you're inside… you're trapped."

And then her voice darkened.

"And the worst part? It's collapsing. Every second, the walls are drawing in. Tighter and tighter. Soon, there'll be no space to run… or dodge."

Andras looked around frantically.

The transparent walls of the barrier were indeed closing in, drawing tighter, sparks flying at the edges where they met the volcano's jagged rocks.

For the first time in years, raw, unfiltered fear flooded Andras's veins.

He was trapped.

And death was coming.

Suddenly, without sound, the Warrior-King appeared behind Andras like a ghost from the depths of death itself.

A heavy stillness fell over the volcanic chamber.

Even the lava below seemed to pause its bubbling. Time itself slowed, like the world was holding its breath for the moment that followed.

Andras felt it—the shift in air, the oppressive presence behind him.

His eyes widened with dread. His heartbeat echoed in his ears as he slowly, very slowly, turned his head to look over his shoulder.

There he was. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The Warrior-King loomed over him, towering and motionless.

In his three massive hands, he gripped the greatsword now drawn high above his head, the blade glowing red from the heat of the air and the hatred in his heart.

Andras barely had time to exhale.

Then the blade came down.

With a single, clean motion, the Warrior-King cleaved Andras from head to toe.

A hiss sliced through the air like lightning splitting the sky. Andras didn't scream. There was no time.

His body split cleanly in two—first his mask, then his face, then the rest of him—as the sword severed him vertically from scalp to sole.

The two halves fell apart in perfect silence before crashing to the rocks beneath with a wet thud.

The barrier pulsed once… then shattered.

Raven watched, her face pale. The lava reflected in her wide eyes as she whispered, "It's over. A fitting end to a pervert."

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The Warrior-King turned his attention to Raven.

He looked up at her, still suspended over the boiling lava, her body chained in midair.

The Warrior-King raised his sword once again, and with one swift swing, the chains shattered into different pieces.

Raven dropped, but before she could fall far, the Warrior-King caught her effortlessly in his massive arms.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, despite the sheer monstrous power he radiated.

Then, without warning, he moved.

Like a bolt of lightning cracking across the sky, he shot upward with unnatural speed.

The air tore around them as they climbed higher and higher, faster than any bird, faster than the eye could follow.

Raven clutched his massive shoulder, breathless they crossed the vast forests until the familiar shape of Luminis City came into view beneath them.

The Warrior-King descended like a falling star.

His foot touched down lightly on the rooftop of Raven's academy—silent, like a feather.

He gently placed her down, letting her boots rest upon the cold stone tiles of the roof.

Her legs wobbled, but she stood firm and strong.

Before she could say anything, he vanished.

Raven stood still on the rooftop, her hair rustling in the wind, her heart pounding like war drums in her chest.

For a long moment, she just breathed, eyes fixed on the sky where the Warrior-King had vanished.

Then, a small, grateful smile crept across her lips.

"For the first time," she whispered, "I'm glad Grandmother sealed him in me."

Her hands trembled from the rush of everything that had just happened—the chains, the volcano, the horror of Andras, and the overwhelming power of the Warrior-King.

Weeks ago, she would have been terrified to even summon him.

But Archer had been there. By her side. Training her, guiding her, teaching her how to bond with the Spirit within.

The Warrior-King wasn't easy. He was wild, ancient, and filled with rage—but tonight he had answered her call without causing havoc.

"It's still a work in progress," she murmured to herself, her lips curving into a wry smile. "But at least… it bore fruit."

She glanced down at the city, the warm lights of shops and taverns flickering like fireflies below.

The Academy's bell tolled softly in the distance.

"At least that dreadful clown is dead," she muttered, her face stenched with disgust. "When I get back home, mother would need to answer some very serious questions."

Her gaze hardened.

"Now… I need to find Archer." Her tone sharpened. "Richard would be on him by now."

She turned and dashed across the rooftop, her cloak fluttering behind her in the wind.

She couldn't shake the unnerving feeling that Archer's life might be in danger.