Chapter 79: Torture The King
Feeling a gust of wind rushing towards him, Ezreal instinctively took two steps back, only to find Theos grinning madly.
Suddenly, his skin crawled with goosebumps.
He had lived through hundreds of years, and an unimaginable amount of battles. With that experience, he knew all too well about that smile and crazy look, that he had only seen a few times and that was…
Those who didn’t care about anything as long as they won!
“Do you know the real difference?” shouted Theos out of control. “The real difference is that I don’t give a shit about anything, just to become more powerful and protect the ones I love, I’m willing to sacrifice the whole world, I’m willing to do everything, absolutely everything to win, and even though I know that no one currently supports me, I don’t have to need support to do what I think is best for me.”
The statement was not to freeze time or for silence to reign in the territory, but as soon as he finished speaking, Theos launched a blast of negative energy lightning to all possible directions.
The rays traveled everywhere, destroying houses, and homes and opening cracks everywhere.
Ezreal had to protect his body again with a barrier. Dozens of lightning bolts hit Manna’s barrier, but this time it was so powerful that it caused cracks and more cracks to the barrier.
And as if that wasn’t enough, hundreds of lightning bolts were directed toward the other defenseless vampires.
‘Why,’ Ezreal thought.
He couldn’t understand how just a second ago everything was under control, he had the upper hand in the battle, and Theos’ attacks couldn’t break through his defense.
But this time it was different… Different.
“Agh,” Ezreal grimaced.
With his same Mana, he extended the range, a large portion of the Mana was used to create a huge barrier that protected all the vampires from the lightning.
*Boom!
But as a consequence, the brutal beams of negative energy finally broke through his shield. He could do nothing to dodge, he could only feel almost all of his bones breaking as the beams hit him full-on.
He flew dozens of meters backward, and after a while he crashed into the black palace, shattering the walls and coming to a stop as he was slumped on the floor.
“Agh,” Ezreal gushed out a mouthful of blood.
Most of his bones were destroyed, now how could he fight? He just stared at the shadow that was slowly approaching him.
“That’s it?” murmured Theos.
His tone conveyed extreme disappointment, but his indifferent and cold expression spoke for itself… Ezreal felt his death approaching.
“Was that all? Is that what you were talking about when you said you had support? Can’t you see that support was the key to your defeat?”, Theos spat out question after question.
Ezreal cringed. He felt a deep regret in his heart… But still, he looked up, glaring at Theos to face his fate.
“Do you know why I won?” asked Theos again.
Ezreal was silent for a while, before answering. “Why did you use my allies as bait?”.
“No,” Theos continued. “It was because you were so damn strong that insanity took a little hold of me, my strength is based on the negative emotions of others, and insanity could be considered one of them. By going insane, I managed to increase my strength.”
At such a revelation, Ezreal could only remain silent. He had accepted his fate, to death.
What frustrated him most was that he knew that if he continued to fight, without Theos having used his allies as hostages, he would have won.
But now? He could not live in assumptions. Least of all without still knowing the extent of Theos’ madness, so great that it formed marks on his body.
However, he would die anyway, why would he want to know this? But… That would not mean his defeat!
Ezreal stood up suddenly under Theos’ surprised eyes, but deep in those surprised eyes, there was a sadistic, satisfied light that the king was finally up.
‘Interesting,’ thought Theos, smiling and putting himself on guard.
“You will die with me!” shouted Ezreal, lashing out at Theos.
The Mana around the vampire glowed brightly in a crimson color that Theos knew all too well… The Crimson Glow!
He was going to self-destruct along with Theos!
But the black-haired man didn’t have suicide as one of his plans.
Channeling a large amount of Mana, almost all of his reserves, he shouted a command. “Stop!”
The shout was heard throughout the palace, making Ezreal stop in his tracks, who was shocked at this turn of events.
“No,” Theos continued. “It was because you were so damn strong that insanity took a little hold of me, my strength is based on the negative emotions of others, and insanity could be considered one of them. By going insane, I managed to increase my strength.”
At such a revelation, Ezreal could only remain silent. He had accepted his fate, to death.
What frustrated him most was that he knew that if he continued to fight, without Theos having used his allies as hostages, he would have won.
But now? He could not live in assumptions. Least of all without still knowing the extent of Theos’ madness, so great that it formed marks on his body.
However, he would die anyway, why would he want to know this? But… That would not mean his defeat!
It wasn’t over there, in the few seconds that the Order affected Ezreal, Theos took advantage of every second to cause as much damage as possible with his fists, even cutting the vampire’s two wings.
Total torture, but it hadn’t been enough for him….
Touching the part of his face burned and charred, Theos threw even more blows with fury and brutality.
“You bastard!”
“You bastard!”
“You bastard!
“Son of a…”
Theos hurled a thousand and one insults with each blow he delivered, they had long since finished the effect of “Emperor’s Aura” on Ezreal, but he had not moved from his spot.
The blows he received had demolished his armor and his facial bones were already over 70.
He couldn’t even move a muscle… Even speaking was almost impossible. And the worst thing was that more than anyone else he knew that the torture hadn’t ended there, there was more….
“Are you ready to see all your people suffer?” asked Theos with a “friendly” smile that was anything but “nice”
Ezreal felt shivers, but he couldn’t refuse Theos, he couldn’t even speak. So he was dragged under Theos’ hands outside.
There all the vampires looked dull-eyed at the sight of their King crawling so pathetically all over the vampire territory.
Once a dignified King and now he had become this…
“Torture them,” Theos ordered as he saw his guards.
They nodded, knowing what we would do next. At the same time, Theos grabbed Ezreal’s head so he could see the whole spectacle taking place.
[The host has generated insurmountable traumas to the entire vampire race, the reward is of…]
It was a long day.
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