Spiral of Madness: Ascension of the Villainous Dragon Prince-Chapter 138: Louis VS Cardoon Veynar [1]

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Cardoon Veynar laughed openly at Louis, mocking his words as the ramblings of a child who didn’t know his place. "Offer him my corpse? What sort of nonsense are you spouting, Prince Louis? Can’t you see the difference between us? Fighting me would be like trying to fight a mountain. You are simply too far beneath me. But this is a good opportunity. I’ll make sure to eliminate you. This whole situation started because they thought you were dead. Without a Queen and a Prince, and with a King who refuses to do his job, the people—especially the nobles—lost all will to support this government. They wanted change."

"...And is that why they allied with Thalor and brought you and your army here?" Louis asked, slowly advancing toward Veynar while suppressing his aura, pretending to be as weak as the man believed him to be. "Is that why you came here to kill your own brother? How did you even know he was here to begin with?"

"Ah, I didn’t know at first, but I felt it. Call it a brotherly bond—one of blood, not the pathetic one you forged with him," Veynar laughed. "You see, my foolish little brother has always been part of my Plot, part of the narrative I’ve been weaving. I secretly hoped he would either be killed by you or turn himself into an Undead while trying to defeat you. In the best-case scenario, he would return as an Undead alongside you, and then I would kill him, claim you as my Familiar, and control you to serve the Vultarn High Dominion’s will."

"Malevolent Plotter. That is your Spiral, isn’t it?" Louis asked, now standing only three meters away.

Veynar nodded. The Dark Knight Incarnation manifested at his left side—a towering armored giant clutching a massive sword. "I guess you figured it out quickly, huh? Well, it doesn’t matter."

Veynar spread his hands. Black shadows unfolded, displaying what had happened to Zorba—from his capture to his death as he fell. Then the images shifted to a future Veynar was weaving: one where Louis died at his hands, a great black sword piercing his Fantasy Heart and ending his life. Tisha, Pekorine, Mirai, and everyone else lay dead around him.

"The Age of the Frostbane Kingdom is about to end. Once you die as plotted, your Kingdom will become a vassal nation of the Vultarn High Dominion, and we will gain full control over the North American continent," Veynar declared. "Camelot, Yamato, Mesopotamia, and the Fantasy Worlds will be next. All those filthy nations that accepted the power of the Fantasy Worlds will face their end."

"How hypocritical," Louis said. "Isn’t the Vultarn High Dominion allied with Spiritias’ Demon King? Aren’t you all plotting together to divide what you conquer? I always imagined you were nothing but their dogs."

Veynar fell silent. His cocky smile vanished, replaced by a glare of pure anger. Those few words had clearly stung. "Hm, perhaps we’ve spoken enough. What use is talking with a brainless lizard like you? And—"

"Gungnir!"

"...?!"

As Veynar prepared to strike, he was struck first. Like a bolt of lightning, Gungnir pierced his chest. His Fantasy Heart exploded in an instant, consumed by a mass of blinding holy light.

"Kuuaaaaghh?!"

In shock, he was hurled backward. His eyes widened as his skin burned and his severely damaged Fantasy Heart somehow continued beating, leaking Fantasium everywhere.

"W-Wha...?! He moved so fast I didn’t even see—Ah!"

His eyes widened further as Louis appeared directly in front of him. Wings of holy light pierced the sky while his blinding holy spear charged with energy, blazing with Nirvana Flames.

"I will show you why your pathetic plot cannot come true, Veynar!"

Veynar clenched his teeth and spun midair, fusing with his Incarnation. Black ghostly armor enveloped his body. His black sword clashed against Louis’ radiant spear, unleashing a violent explosion of energy.

BOOOM!

"How is he so strong?!" Veynar thought. "That spear is strange. Is that really a Soul Gear?!"

He sensed an incredible surge of Spiritual Energy from it, and above all, three powerful presences within the weapon.

Spirits.

"What?!"

As he realized Louis had somehow made his Soul Gear capable of harboring spirits, Gungnir and Louis accelerated even further.

Gravewalker, Necromancer, Pugilist, and now Psychopath—all four of his Incarnations overlapped with Louis’ body, fusing into him.

RUMBLE!

An explosion of Fantasium erupted. Veynar was forced back despite being at the peak of Tier 7 and a Rank 4 Spirit Master.

Louis was overpowering him with sheer force!

"How...?! He has four Incarnations?! How can his Body and Soul withstand that much power?! Anyone else would die!"

Veynar quickly flew higher to evade Louis’ attacks, only to be seized by his cape.

His eyes widened as he looked down.

A transformed Louis—in his False Draconification form, covered in ashen scales, metallic claws, skeletal wings, and blazing white hair—spoke with crimson-gleaming eyes. "Where do you think you’re going?"

CRAAASH!

Without hesitation, Louis slammed him into the ground, then pummeled his body with dozens of punches from four fists clad in the Pugilist’s metallic armor.

"GUUAAHHH?!"

Veynar screamed in agony as his body twisted and shattered. His black armor proved incredibly durable, destroying Louis’ own armor and breaking the bones in his hands.

But Louis didn’t care.

A powerful Psychic Force surged from his body, manifesting as two enormous, scaled fists that smashed into Veynar’s face and cracked his armor.

"H-He’s an awakened Esper! How?! They told us he was a talentless, fraudulent prince—a good-for-nothing nobody who couldn’t inherit either of his parents’ powers!"

As Veynar felt the true extent of the Prince’s strength, he realized the spear had vanished.

"Wait—"

CRASH!

Gungnir pierced his chest again, narrowly missing the wounded Fantasy Heart before soaring high into the sky, spinning downward and releasing three spiritual beings from within.

"T-That’s...! Kael’thas’ Spirits!" Veynar gasped. "They’re different though—Ugh...!"

He then understood the truth. As much as Malevolent Plotter allowed him to weave fate, peer through possibilities, and manipulate low-level causality to make them real, he had never foreseen this.