Return of the Mythic Bloodline-Chapter 311: Wrath of the Lightning God

Pulling his sword out with a merciless jolt, Kharos loosened his grip on Aestra’s hair. Aestra collapsed to the floor, twitching in pain as she clutched her stomach, from where a pool of blood continued to leak out, washed away by the rain.

"Nnn... no... no... no... no..." Voltrex’s low, terrified voice rang out as he finally regained consciousness and realized what had just happened.

With trembling steps, he moved toward Aestra, bent down, and gently placed her head on his lap.

"V... Voltrex," Aestra whimpered in pain, her beautiful black eyes glistening with tears of agony.

She slowly raised her trembling hand toward Voltrex’s face. His oceanic blue eyes were half-closed as she touched his cheek softly and whispered,

"S... save... save o-our son."

And then....

Her hand fell limp.

"A-Aestra... Aestra... Aestraaaaa!!!!!!" Voltrex roared, panic surging through his entire body.

Kharos lowered his gaze, regret filling his eyes as the weight of witnessing the only person he had ever considered a friend lose everything he held dear crushed upon him.

"You should rest now," Kharos said, once again driving his sword from behind into Voltrex’s already wounded body. This time, he did not stop until the hilt pressed against Voltrex’s back and the blade’s tip stabbed into the ground beneath him.

Another torrent of blood followed, yet Voltrex did not even flinch.

It was as if the attack caused him no pain at all. In truth, he was suffering from a far greater agony, one so immense that these mortal wounds felt no more than a brush of wind against his skin.

That pain was the helpless act of watching the life slowly fading from the eyes of the woman he loved.

For her, Voltrex would have abandoned his crown, his cultivation base, and his power without batting an eye.

Critically injured just two days ago, and having rested for barely two hours in that time, Voltrex’s senses were already greatly dulled. Aside from Nymeria, whose cultivation was far lower, he had suffered the most from the poison. And now, as he watched everything he cherished slip from his grasp, he had lost all will to live.

Yet while Voltrex sank into despair...

Taranis, on the other hand, had completely snapped.

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Author’s note: Here for an awesome advice again.

Advice: Wear your headphones or earphones and play Carolls of the Bells-Epic Version-Original by Samuel Kim on loop while reading the rest of the Chapter.

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Inside Taranis’s Sea of Soulforce

Violent waves surged across a golden sea. The blue sky, once clear and serene, was now choked with violent clouds that thundered with terrifying lightning.

Four titanic black chains, each link as massive as the mountain where Taranis once lived, vibrated violently all the way from the bottom of the sea and stretched into the heavens, where they shackled the sun itself.

Their violent vibrations shook the sky and sea alike. It felt as though the chains could break at any moment, yet they did not, as if something vital was missing to force their destruction.

At the center of Taranis’s Sea of Soulforce stood a colossal tree with golden bark and leaves that shimmered like countless stars.

This was the Tree of Divinity, the source of Taranis’s divine Soulforce.

Every god possessed a Tree of Divinity within their Sea of Soulforce, though no two were ever of the same species.

Golden lightning from the sky descended upon the tree, shattering multiple branches in an instant. The broken limbs dissolved into the raging sea below.

Following the first strike, another surge of lightning fell with a thunderous boom, this time tearing apart more than half of the tree.

The golden lightning within Taranis’s Sea of Soulforce grew brighter, thicker, and... far more violent.

With one final strike, the Tree of Divinity was completely destroyed, its remains sinking into the turbulent sea.

A massive wave of golden water surged upward and slowly began wrapping itself around one of the chains shackling the sun in the sky.

The sea level dropped drastically, revealing the land beneath from which the shackles had emerged.

The entire sea rose higher and higher, fully enveloping one of the sun’s shackles.

The chain trembled violently. Taranis’s entire inner world shook as the shackle was wrenched free from the sun.

Like a furious whip, the shackle slammed into the land of Taranis’s inner world, shattering it apart. Yet the sea wrapped around the chain tightened its grip, forcing it back into the earth from which it had emerged, restraining it through sheer overwhelming force.

In the sky, the sun, now freed from one of its shackles, began to glow so intensely that the violent clouds were vaporized by its heat alone.

The sun itself began to tremble, as if something imprisoned within it was struggling to break free. The remaining shackles strained, ensuring that whatever lay inside remained sealed.

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At the Sentinel Line

The moment one of the shackles was undone within Taranis’s inner world, something utterly mind-boggling occurred.

A pressure heavy enough to bend reality itself radiated from Taranis’s body. The Sentinel Line beneath his feet began to shake violently as countless cracks spread outward like a spiderweb, with Taranis at its center.

All of his injuries healed instantly. The crimson blood coating his body vanished without a trace.

Taranis’s golden hair rose unnaturally, flowing upward as if lifted by divine power. His golden pupils changed, compressing into two vertical slits.

The diamond-shaped mark on his forehead turned radiant gold, and countless golden lines surged outward from it, spreading across his body and forming unknown divine patterns along his chest, biceps, and back.

His ears twitched, then elongated, growing long and pointed, angling parallel to his head.

His fingernails extended outward, transforming into terrifying claws that seemed capable of tearing reality itself.

His front teeth lengthened into sharp canines, sending waves of dread through every being present at the Sentinel Line.

Golden lightning began crashing down from the sky, each strike shaking the entire Western Continent.

"H... he is a monster!" the knight who had been ordered to kill Taranis screamed as he fell backward, witnessing the soul-shattering transformation before him.

"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A horrendous roar, utterly inhuman, erupted from Taranis’s throat, splitting the sky apart.

Every soldier of the empire’s army who had gathered in response to the chaos inside the hall died instantly, unable to withstand the roar of the Lightning God.

The royal knights, the strongest warriors of the empire at the peak of the True Sage Realm, were forced to their knees.

Even Rhaegar, the Sword of the Empire, and Kharos Solaris, the Emperor himself, trembled to their very cores as the monster’s scream echoed across the land.