Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel-Chapter 717: Embrace It

As the waters of the parted wall pulsed gently around them, Chiron came to a stop. He turned back.

"Emma," he said, voice steady, "this is where you stop."

Her brows creased immediately. "Master?"

"It’s time for your mission," he said. "You know what to do with the other world powers. Ensure a bountiful harvest of faith for me when I return."

Emma frowned a bit. She hated being separated from him, especially at a time like this—it was a new world.

But she could read the resolve in his eyes, and more than anything, she was his to—never to question, only to strike.

Still, she muttered, "You’re going to take on the entire Elven Kingdom... alone?"

Chiron nodded. "Of course. Why not?"

Emma stared at him for a long heartbeat, then sighed with something that lingered between reverence and worry. She bowed low.

"As you command, Master."

And in a blur, she was gone—like a petal caught in the wind, vanishing into the corridor of runes and light.

Chiron turned again toward the parted path, the translucent walls of water shimmering beside him, glowing with ancient fish and floating strands of magic-infused kelp.

He walked.

With each step, the path felt heavier—not in weight, but in silence. If he was to say, then it felt sacred, protected, a space not meant for beings like him.

He couldn’t help but smile.

A path of water on either side...

He thought back to a story from his former world—Moses, and the Red Sea.

Was this what it felt like?

To walk where one shouldn’t? To defy the laws of gods and nations with nothing but purpose?

But just as his boot met the final root of the path, it happened.

A crushing weight slammed into his body.

Chiron grunted as his knees buckled beneath him. He fell, hand to the ground to keep himself upright. It was not a strike, and not a spell.

A presence.

A pride that blanketed the land like a divine decree.

This was a Cardinal

Ahead of him, the land unfurled into a wide, sun-dappled glade carved into the heart of an ancient valley.

Towering crystal trees shimmered like pillars of light. At the far end, a squadron of Elves stood in a crescent formation, glinting like sculpted marble brought to life.

They rode majestic elemental horses, hooves striking nothing, but leaving behind trails of lightning, wind, and shimmering water in their wake. Some sat atop earth-forged golems molded into regal chariots, driven by serpentine roots and ancient stone.

Their armor was woven from living vines and gleaming moon-silver, molded to their bodies as if grown for them alone. Their eyes glowed faintly, not with power—but with judgment.

Elven technology a thousand years ago was superior to all in the world. It seemed like a thousand years after that had not dimmed the light that their kind shone on the rest of the world.

Even Chiron had never seen golems and elemental core beasts like these.

Every single one had their bows drawn—arrows of light and thorn nocked, pointed directly at Chiron.

One of them, with antlered helm and robes flowing like mist, sneered, "What is an ugly thing like you doing on sacred Elven soil?"

Behind him, the clone stepped forward cautiously. "Master... the pressure of Pride is like a mountain. I advise we retreat until—"

Chiron raised a hand to silence him, still crouched.

And then, he chuckled.

It started as a small grin—then widened, warped, stretched into something that held no fear.

"Ugly?" he echoed, breathlessly. "How far you’ve hidden yourselves..."

He stood, slowly. One knee, then the other. Blood dripped from his mouth where his lip had split, and yet the fire in his eyes glowed hotter.

"Do you know the pain I’ve endured? The cities I’ve burned? The chains I’ve broken and the ones I’ve forged for others? You think this... this weight... will stop me?"

He opened his arms to the crushing air. "I’ve suffered under pride worse than yours. I’ve inflicted worse than this. If pain is your test, then I will pass as your god."

They shifted slightly, unsure.

"You’ve hidden yourselves so long, you can’t even tell what I am. Human? Demon? Godschild?" He spat to the side. "You call me ugly... but I’ve seen beauty rot and turn to maggots. I’ve seen kingdoms dressed in gold, yet built on filth. I’ve bathed in curses and came out clean."

He tilted his head and grinned at them.

"This... is nothing."

Chiron stepped forward.

A sharp whistle cracked through the air. An arrow buried itself into the dirt just inches from his boot. The ground hissed where it landed, blessed tip burning with a sealing glyph.

One look at it, and he could tell that it was designed not to kill, but to warn.

"STOP!" one of the elves bellowed, their voices ringing with command and power.

But Chiron did not stop.

His hands remained calmly folded behind his back, like a tutor on a stroll through a garden. His smirk deepened.

Another arrow whizzed—this time toward his chest.

But even before it could reach him, something glinted.

A ripple shimmered through the air, and from Chiron’s palm, as though born of liquid shadow, a blade unfolded.

Slick. Black. Whispering.

Devil’s Touch.

The arrow met it midair—and was sliced in two, crumbling to dust before it could ever reach him.

Chiron sighed. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"So disappointing," he murmured. "Even your warnings lack conviction."

Then he leapt forward—like lightning wrapped in shadows.

The battlefield exploded into chaos.

The core elemental horses neighed and reared, each one radiating force. One breathed a stream of searing fire; another crackled with lightning. Earth golems surged forward, titanic fists crashing down where Chiron had just been.

But he was faster.

Much faster.

He twisted in the air, Devil’s Touch glowing red-black with cursed energy. He landed atop one of the elemental horses, driving his blade through its rider’s throat in one motion—and then whispering something in the horse’s ear.

A hologram of a snake had actually passed through his lips.

It exploded in mist. The core of the elemental beast burst like a star dying.

"You stupid pricks... your pride, the foolishness you cling so tightly to is built on rituals and what... bloodline. So what?," Chiron’s voice echoed across the glade. "Mine... understand.... its on scars and survival."

An earth golem slammed a fist at him. He ducked low, sliding beneath its arm like smoke, then stabbed upward. The blade plunged into the center of the golem’s torso. A shockwave of curse energy pulsed out from Devil’s Touch, fracturing its core from the inside.

The golem cracked—then imploded into chunks of stone and screaming runes.

From the trees, elves launched coordinated volleys of arrows, each one marked with blessings, and arcane runes.

Chiron spun his sword—once, twice—each spin releasing cursed shadows that took the form of massive snakes, writhing in the air, hungry and alive. They devoured the arrows midflight, some even chomping down on the archers themselves.

Screams filled the glade.

Still, the elves fought hard. These were Veterans of centuries.

Their movements were fluid, forged in harmony with nature, their steps in rhythm with the pulse of the land. Their formation shifted, encircling Chiron. Their elemental cores burned with fury.

One warrior—a captain with silver pauldrons and a breastplate made from crystal bark—surged forward. His blade glowing with carved runes.

"You, cursed THING. i will fall before me!"

Chiron parried once, twice, their blades clashing in flurries of sparks.

"You fight well," Chiron admitted. "But experience is wasted on the stagnant."

He whispered a curse—"Bind."

Snakes erupted from the ground like skeletal whips, wrapping around the captain’s legs. The elf cut through one, then another, but Chiron was already behind him.

He drove Devil’s Touch straight through the elf’s back.

The warrior coughed blood, falling to his knees. He looked up, hatred in his eyes.

"Your kind... are not worthy... of this land."

Chiron leaned down, his voice soft.

"Good thing my blade has taken all approval for my pride a thousand corpses ago."

He twisted the blade—the elf fell.

Another elemental beast tried to trample him—a bull made entirely of compacted stone and fire—but Chiron held up a single hand.

A massive serpent, coiled and covered in burning sigils, launched from the earth, wrapped itself around the bull, and squeezed until the core inside the beast shattered.

Its flames died with a whisper.

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Within minutes, the glade was quiet.

Broken arrows. Smoldering golem limbs. Elemental cores flickering out like dying lanterns.

Blood soaked the roots of the trees.

Chiron stood in the center of the devastation, blade dripping, snakes slithering in lazy coils around his feet.

He looked to the last elf—a trembling archer crawling backward, desperately trying to summon another bolt of light.

Chiron stepped forward.

The archer whimpered. "Please..."

"You dare bear a bow against me," Chiron said calmly, sword dragging along the ground. "You dare call me unworthy."

He raised his head, voice echoing like thunder—

"You think your pride is eternal. But even death... has no pride compared to me... I am Chiron Chivalry and I bring my conquest. EMBRACE IT."

And with one final step, he vanished in a blur—and the last elf’s head dropped from his shoulders.