The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 480

Vic wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tightened his grip on his sword. The holy glow still wrapped around his body, warm and steady, knitting torn muscles and sealing shallow cuts as fast as they appeared.

"Again," he muttered.

The brawler roared and charged first, fists swinging like iron hammers. His gauntlets smashed through the air, each punch creating a dull boom as it cut through space.

Vic met him head-on.

CLANG!

Vic’s sword caught the fist sideways, the impact ringing loudly as metal struck metal.

The force sent a shock through Vic’s arms, making his fingers sting, but he did not retreat. He twisted his wrist, sliding the blade along the gauntlet, sparks flying as he slashed upward.

The brawler jerked back, then countered with a brutal knee strike.

Chris stepped in.

His blade flashed horizontally, cutting across the brawler’s thigh. Blood sprayed, but the brawler barely flinched. He slammed his elbow backward, catching Chris in the chest and sending him skidding across the dirt.

Handle rushed in next, his sword moved low and fast. He aimed for the ribs, striking twice in quick succession. The brawler blocked the first slash with his forearm and took the second on his gauntlet, the blade screeching as it scraped across hardened metal.

Gare moved behind them, eyes sharp, reading every movement.

"Rotate," he shouted.

They obeyed instantly.

Vic pulled back half a step as Chris rejoined the fight, the two switching positions smoothly. Handle circled to the side, forcing the brawler to turn, while Gare darted in and out, cutting at tendons and joints whenever an opening appeared.

The brawler growled in frustration and stomped the ground.

BOOM!

The shockwave knocked all four back, dirt and stones flying. He lunged after them, fists swinging wildly now, abandoning precision for raw power.

Vic blocked one punch with his sword, but the impact cracked the ground beneath his feet and forced him to one knee. The brawler followed with a downward smash aimed at Vic’s head.

Chris intercepted.

CLANG!

His blade took the blow, the force throwing him backward, but he rolled and came up on one knee, coughing but alive. The holy light flared brighter, his bruises fading as he stood again.

"Still standing," Chris said with a grim smile.

Handle and Gare attacked together.

Handle slashed sharply, forcing the brawler to step back, while Gare struck high, blade flashing toward the neck. The brawler twisted, narrowly avoiding the killing blow, but Gare’s sword still cut deep across his shoulder.

Blood poured down his arm.

The brawler staggered, breathing heavy now. Sweat and blood dripped from his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Damn... damn it," he growled.

While he was tiring out and getting injured,all the injuries of the enemies were healing.

And worst of all,they aren’t running out of stamina.

He roared and charged again, eyes wild.

"Enough!"

He rushed forward like a mad beast, fists swinging without defense.

Vic’s eyes narrowed.

"Now," he said quietly.

Gare’s hand flicked.

A small blade flew through the air, spinning end over end. The brawler saw it and swatted it aside with ease.

CLINK!

The blade struck his gauntlet and burst.

POOF!

A cloud of fine dust exploded outward, blinding him instantly. He roared in anger, swinging blindly, his punches tearing through empty air.

Vic moved.

He stepped into the dust, silent and fast. His sword flashed once, clean and precise.

The blade slid through the brawler’s guard, pierced his chest, and burst out through his back.

The dust settled.

The brawler froze, eyes wide. Blood spilled from his mouth as he looked down at the sword buried in him.

Vic leaned close and whispered, "You fought well."

With a sharp twist, he pulled the blade free.

The brawler collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Vic stepped back, breathing hard, as Gare, Chris, and Handle stood beside him, bloodied but alive. The holy glow slowly faded, leaving behind the smell of iron, dust, and victory.

Gare took a deep and heavy breath, his chest rising and falling as the sounds of battle slowly faded around him. Blood dripped from his blade as he stepped forward without hesitation. With one clean motion, he cut off the brawler’s head. The body collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.

Gare did not look back.

He jumped onto a broken piece of rubble, and spoke loudly that carried the voice across the battlefield.

"Enemy side, stop fighting and surrender."

His words were calm but firm.

"Your commander is dead. Any further resistance is futile"

He raised his sword slightly, pointing it toward the shaken enemy soldiers.

"Surrender and save your lives. I swear on my Lord’s honor that no harm will befall you."

SWOOSH!

The wind swept across the field, carrying away smoke and dust. The battlefield that had been roaring with screams, clashes, and chaos slowly calmed down. One by one, the enemy soldiers looked at each other. Fear, exhaustion, and despair were written clearly on their faces.

After a long moment, a sword fell to the ground.

Then another.

Soon, weapons clattered everywhere as the remaining soldiers threw them aside and dropped to their knees.

Gare nodded with quiet satisfaction.

"You all made the right choice," he said as he stepped down. "A very good choice indeed."

He turned to his men and raised his hand.

"Heizen accepts your surrender. Tie them up and secure the area."

The soldiers moved quickly, binding the captives and escorting them away. The battle on this front was over.

......

A few miles away, the fighting was far from finished. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

BANGGG!

A woman’s body was dragged across the ground and slammed hard into broken stone. She rolled violently before stopping. Dust and blood covered her face as she coughed and tried to push herself up.

Her legs shook.

Blood oozed from the corner of her lips and dripped onto the dirt below.

She forced herself to stand, but before she could take a full step, a crushing pressure slammed down on her shoulders, pinning her in place.

"Leave it, girl," a man’s voice said coldly.

"You can’t win against me."

He walked forward slowly, sword resting on his shoulder, his presence heavy and overwhelming.

"It’s destiny," he continued. "Heizen will fall, and Nightstar will rise."

He raised his sword high and brought it down in a brutal arc, aiming straight for Ariana’s head.

The blade cut through the air.

Just as the tip was about to touch her—

[Reflection]

CLANGGG!

The sword was violently knocked aside, deflected by the very force he had unleashed. The impact echoed loudly as sparks burst from the clash.

"What?" the man shouted, stumbling back in shock.

He looked up.

Ariana slowly raised her head.

Her golden hair fluttered as her eyes began to shine, burning with sharp resolve and unyielding fury. She straightened her back and stepped forward.

CRACK!

The ground beneath her feet fractured as a powerful wave of air surged out from her body, shaking the surroundings and forcing the man to retreat another step.

She stared straight at him, her voice steady but filled with killing intent.

"You said it’s destiny that Heizen should fall," she said.

She took another step forward and the pressure grew heavier.

"Then tell me."

Her gaze hardened like steel.

"Which bastard decided that?"

Her hand tightened around her weapon as the air trembled around her.

"I will cut off that bastard’s head with my own hands."