The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 212

The winds screamed with a surge of killing intent.

Kael's crimson aura surged again as his muscles coiled, and a low murmur escaped his lips.

"0th Form: 空間裂き (Kūkan Saki) – Spatial Rip."

His black sword shimmered unnaturally, and as he swung it in a horizontal arc, the air in front of the blade shattered. A deep distortion rippled through space itself, like glass being cracked by an invisible force.

VHHHRMMMMMM—

The cut itself wasn't aimed directly at the bandits—it aimed through them, beyond them, tearing through dimensions.

The reality seemed to be buckled.

The moment the attack collided with the combined approach of the four—Gorro's storm fists, Marn's ground-splitting charge, Jax's spinning hook laced with flame, and Verno's kinetic energy barrage—a shockwave tore through the battlefield.

BOOOOMMMMM!!!

Space around them imploded. The intersection of Kael's spatial cut and their power turned into a vortex. A spiraling rift opened in mid-air, distorting light, and pulling in debris, rubble, and even bodies.

Buildings crumbled like paper as walls shattered, windows burst, and rooftops were yanked into the swirling air. A nearby tavern, long claimed by bandits, was pulled into the vortex mid-collapse.

Thugs inside screamed as the shockwaves hit them like blades. Combined with spatial rip from Kael the attack just directly exploded carrying sharp power.

"W-WHAT IS THAT!?"

"NOOOO! MY LEGS—AAAAHHH!!"

"WE'RE GONNA DIEEEE!!!"

A dozen bodies were dragged toward the vortex, twisted by the spatial rupture—limbs severed, organs splattering across walls.

The criminals who had once mocked Kael, laughing at the battle, now screamed in pure terror as they were dismembered and swallowed into the void.

One man tried to run but his head vanished mid-sprint. Another, clutching a stolen pendant, was sucked into the air feet-first, his body flipping violently before his torso split in half.

Blood rained like a storm.

Marn grunted, barely holding his stance. "This bastard… he's warping space…!"

Verno's eyes widened as the rift slowly began to close, leaving only destruction behind.

"Not good… We can't go on like this…"

He gritted his teeth.

"He's getting stronger. Let's finish this in the next move."

Jax turned to him, shocked. "But we'll run out of power if we use that!"

Marn grabbed Jax by the collar and yelled,

"Shut the fuck up and do what you're told if you don't want to die!!"

Verno, now calm but focused, nodded grimly.

"Stop fighting like idiots and channel your mana.He seems to have a space element…that's so much high-level stuff so shut up and do it. Now."

The battlefield trembled under the overwhelming pressure of four formidable bandits channeling all their remaining mana into a final, desperate assault.

The skies above darkened unnaturally, clouds spiraling inward as though the heavens themselves were being drawn into the vortex of power below. Dust and shattered debris rose from the cracked earth, sucked into the swirling aura as the bandits took position.

Gorro clenched his fists, muscles pulsing with condensed wind energy. His aura formed twin cyclones around his arms, causing the nearby grass and trees to bend and twist as if in pain.

Marn bared his teeth, magma-like mana flowing through his veins, igniting the very ground beneath him. Each of his footsteps left glowing cracks behind as if his body alone could melt the earth.

Jax spun his flaming hook, its tip glowing white-hot as it tore through the air, carving a burning trail with each rotation. Sparks flew like wildfire.

Verno raised both hands, and an intricate violet sigil expanded in the air before him. Geometric patterns pulsed, compressing immense amounts of kinetic force into a singular, silent focal point. The ground beneath them began to levitate in chunks, defying gravity as mana distortion twisted space.

Shareon City didn't exist as a place of Outlaw from the beginning.

The four criminals who managed to come across didn't engage in brutal fights, rather they joined arms.

They teamed up and defeated those who dared to bare their fangs.

Their combined coordination might create fear. It's not as if they were formidable; rather people didn't want to expand manpower on them.

"Combined Technique: Judgment Fang!"Their voices roared as one.

From their unified effort rose a massive spectral beast—a wolf-shaped embodiment of destruction. Its fur was made of crackling flame, slicing winds, gravitational shockwaves, and ghostly energy.

The earth split beneath them as their combined mana funneled into the sky, forming a spectral beast—a giant wolf-shaped figure made of fire, wind, psychic blades, and shockwaves. It howled once, loud enough to make the bandits watching from afar bleed from their ears.

Its eyes were hollow voids, its claws dripping with raw mana. It leaped into the air with a divine howl, tearing through the atmosphere with explosive speed.

But Kael stood motionless, hair fluttering in the unnatural breeze. His expression didn't change. He slowly lifted his blade. The steel trembled not from strain, but from the sheer power being channeled into it.

"Hmm! It seems I need to flex a bit.."

Kael's lips quivered as he started to draw out all his mana squeezing out everything.

He then dragged his legs and crossed his sword, closing his eyes.

The world started drowning in hollowness where he existed alone.

"1st Form: 裂界斬 (Rekkai Zan) – Rift Slice."

The moment Kael moved, the very concept of space split open. His blade didn't cut with mere sharpness—it unstitched reality. A curved rift extended from his sword tip, revealing the edge of another dimension. Stars flickered briefly inside it—then vanished.

A powerful, unnatural vacuum force erupted, pulling everything nearby toward the growing tear. Time seemed to slow.

The spectral wolf met the rift.

The wolf lunged—roaring toward Kael like a god's wrath.

Kael tilted his head.His eyes dimmed, then lit again with deeper red.His hair floated upward as he watches the scene.

The moment he moved, his sword split space not just visually but existentially. A long black tear opened in front of him, forming a crescent-shaped rift—not a cut, but a hole in reality. It whirled with stardust and a sickening vacuum force.

SHHHHHHHHHH—BOOOM!!!

The rift swallowed the spectral wolf.

The sky warped again. The bandits' final attack collapsed like a building with no foundation. The energy devoured vanished without a trace—consumed by the void.

For a heartbeat, everything was silent.

Then—

SWOOOOOOSH

BOOM!!!

The two forces collided in a cataclysmic burst of energy. The ground beneath shattered instantly—not cracked, but obliterated, reduced to a fine powder. Tremors surged in all directions. A massive crater, over thirty meters wide, formed at the point of impact.

Buildings once the fortresses of bandits—were ripped from their foundations, walls folding in like paper, rooftops spinning into the air before being devoured by the vacuum.

Loot stashes gold coins, precious stones, stolen relics—were scattered and vaporized, melting in the mana surge.

The result wasn't an explosion but rather the appearance of black hole that started sucking in everything.

"RUUU! THE ROADS ARE BREAKIMH!"

"I DON'T WANNA DIE LIKE THIS!!"

"My GOLD—NOOOOO—!!!"

But their screams were short-lived. A shockwave of invisible blades, spawned from

Kael's spatial tear ripped through the crowd. Men were sliced in half before they could blink. Heads were lopped off. Bodies are reduced to crimson mist. Entire black-market shops exploded from within as the pressure collapsed their cores.

"WHAAAT!"Jax screamed in shock as he tried to protect himself from the huge black hole.

"Use everything to hold your ground."Vernon suggested staring at the enlarged black hole.

The air itself felt like it was bleeding.

As the rift closed, Kael vanished.Kael dashed forward through the rift as it closed behind him then reappeared behind the four bandits startling them.

He moved like a blur and hacked his sales.

SLASH—SLASH—SLASH—SLASH—SLASH—SLASH!!

He passed between them in a flash. And behind him—countless sword arcs exploded outward, spiraling through the air like deathly wings. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Countless arcs of sword energy erupted behind him like a fan of death. The attacks struck with pinpoint precision.

SPLURT!!

Blood splattered everywhere. The bodies of the four bandits were sliced with surgical precision. Arms fell. Chests split open. Eyes widened in disbelief.

SCHING!! SCHING!! SCHING!!

His sword moved up.

Gorro fell first—his chest torn open from shoulder to hip.

Jax dropped to his knees, his head twisted unnaturally.

Marn tried to take a final breath—his abdomen pierced in multiple places.

Verno looked down and saw the lower half of his body already gone.

"No… I… almost…" he muttered before his body fell in two.

Silence descended.

Only Kael remained standing, crimson aura flickering in the wind, blades dripping blood. The battlefield around him was a massacre. Crushed walls. Blood puddles. Dismembered limbs. Cracked skies.

He breathed slowly.

Each body fell, twitching, blood pooling rapidly beneath them. Their eyes stared upward—shocked, hollow, defeated.

The battlefield was now a wasteland.

Smoke choked the air. Not a single structure stood untouched everything was either warped, collapsed, or leveled. This place, once a haven for crime, now looked like it had been struck by a divine punishment.

Kael didn't even turn back.

His voice, calm, without emotion, echoed in the silence that followed.

The battlefield was silent for a breath.

"NEXT!"

Kael's voice boomed across the desolate landscape like a god's decree. It sliced through the smoke, the ash, and the broken hearts of those still alive. His head turned slowly, mechanical, almost lifeless, and his eyes locked onto the fleeing figures in the distance.

Just that gaze just that subtle motion was enough.