Chapter 410: The Elite vs The Ultras (4)
Dragoth no longer appeared sane. He looked more like a wild beast.
Staring at Ser Alon, who wielded his golden sword and surrounded himself with radiant light, Dragoth began to hallucinate.
He no longer saw Alon.
He saw a different man ... a figure from his past, who once wielded a black sword and radiated with overwhelming starlight.
The man who had once defeated him.
And with that memory, Dragoth’s rage multiplied exponentially.
With a roar, he lunged at Ser Alon, tearing through the skies with terrifying speed.
In response, at light-speed, Ser Alon surged forward, colliding with him as a titanic clash of auras erupted in the heavens.
"What kind of monster are you?!"
He shouted, launching blow after blow.
Alon’s sword clashed with Dragoth’s fists.
The exchange was blisteringly fast—so fast it left hundreds of afterimages across the sky as they both unleashed shockwaves that shattered the clouds.
The Iron Emperor wielded light.
Dragoth, on the other hand, unleashed a bizarre aura of violet-black lightning that screamed with dark energy.
The battle was utterly devastating.
Each time their deadly strikes collided, any unfortunate soldier below caught in the aftermath was turned into nothing more than bloody pulp.
Ser Alon was incredibly fast—almost inhumanly so.
But even he realized...
This time, time was not on his side.
Not with a monster like Dragoth unleashed.
"This is bad..."
Now locked in combat with Dragoth, Ser Alon knew he could no longer intervene against the Ultrans who had breached the portal.
They had already begun appearing on the other side .. inside the Empire.
Far to the north...
Oliver Khan pushed Ada Starlight behind him and stepped forward, his crimson eyes glowing fiercely as he faced the Ultrans appearing from thin air.
"Get ready... Carmen Starlight."
He spoke coldly, understanding exactly what was happening.
Carmen answered with only a nod before dashing alongside him toward the invading soldiers, ready to stop them.
The plan had been turned completely on its head.
The Witch’s Game was reaching the ending Beatrice had orchestrated from the very beginning.
Ser Alon was now locked in battle with Dragoth...
Millicent remained stuck in her fight against Beatrice...
And the elite class had once again found themselves surrounded .. back to square one.
Fierce battles among the high-rankers raged in the sky...
Desperate, brutal fighting continued on the barren lands of the Ultran continent, where the elite students still fought to survive...
And now, a third battle had begun in the north of the Empire, as Ultran troops broke through to the other side.
Everything had descended into chaos.
Pure, overwhelming chaos.
No one had time to think anymore. They were too consumed by the fight.
Blood had become the only thing that mattered.
No plans. No strategies.
Only combat—savage and unforgiving—as a new battle began... one that might end the war altogether.
"Don’t give in to them! Fight until the end!!"
Screamed Phoenix wildly as he continued burning everything around him, pushing the Eternal Flame style to its very limits against two SS ranked enemies simultaneously.
Elsewhere, Frey and Ghost kept pushing through the Ultran ranks.
Frey, in particular, tore through dozens at a terrifying pace, desperately trying to reach the other side.
Left and right.
Blood splattered across everything before him...
He had killed countless enemies.
"More..."
He screamed madly as he continued advancing.
"More! I need to kill more of them!!"
Frey was trying to surpass his limits—desperately trying to break free from his restraints.
He wanted to regain control of the situation, no matter the cost.
Ghost supported him from behind.
Snow was fighting elsewhere, somewhere nearby.
Everyone had been pulled into their own battle...
But Frey .. consumed by a terrifying thirst for destruction .. was unleashing more and more of the darkness within him.
Each swing of his sword released a massive black arc, devouring dozens at once.
"More..."
Gritting his teeth, his body had become like a war machine—an unstoppable force of annihilation.
"More!!"
The amount of aura he poured out was growing without end.
His pale skin flushed red, his body pushed to the limit, operating at full capacity.
His attacks were so overwhelming that even Ghost couldn’t help but stare in awe, struggling to comprehend how far Frey’s strength had gone.
What was truly shocking was that his power kept rising .. refusing to stop.
"Where is all this power coming from?!"
Ghost muttered in fear, sensing the terrifying darkness within him.
But Frey kept killing.
Gavid Lindman. Mergo. Beatrice.
He knew there were enemies out there far stronger than him.
But he couldn’t accept that.
He didn’t want to remain beneath them .. no matter how deep into the darkness he had to fall.
He wanted to bring it out.
The kind of power that would surpass them all.
Stronger than ever before.
Fiercer than ever before.
That was the kind of strength Frey sought.
And with a deafening roar that shook the battlefield...
He continued annihilating everything in his path.
But just as his power peaked—just as he was on the verge of surpassing his limits—
Everything around him twisted violently.
Without warning...
Right at the climax of his rampage...
Frey collapsed, blood bursting from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
The blood wouldn’t stop as he dropped to one knee, stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening.
"Frey!"
Driving back the remaining enemies, Ghost rushed to his side in shock.
Frey trembled uncontrollably, trying to stand once more through sheer force of will...
But his body continued to shake, refusing to obey. The blood kept pouring from his face without pause.
Finally...
Frey had reached his limit.
The battle in the Puppet City.
The clash against a thousand Ultran soldiers.
The fight with Mergo.
The renewed conflict against the Ultran army.
Even Frey’s enhanced body—several times stronger than a normal human—had finally reached its breaking point.
How many times had he unleashed Ignition?
How many wounds had he forced his body to regenerate from?
Frey understood.
This was his limit.
He wasn’t simply injured. It was more like a car engine overheating from excessive pressure .. shutting down entirely.
That’s what had happened. He had pushed beyond his threshold.
"Move..."
But Frey refused to accept it.
"MOVE, DAMN YOU!!"
He screamed, refusing to fall.
But it was no use.
And just like that, both Ghost and Frey were pinned down without warning.
Meanwhile...
The struggle continued elsewhere.
Further back, Selena the Witch advanced, facing a large group of enemies entirely alone .. and obliterating them.
Lara Croft stood awestruck by what she saw.
Selena had suddenly revealed a strange combat style Lara had never seen before.
Instead of drawing magic circles in the air or on the ground...
Selena etched them around her body, covering herself in glowing, tattoo-like patterns.
She had turned her own body into a magical conduit, allowing her to cast spells far more powerful than normal.
"Damn it!"
Selena cursed as she continued slaughtering the Ultrans.
This was the power she had hidden .. meant for a future fight against Aegon Valerion.
But now she had no choice. She was forced to defend the rear line by herself.
Just like all the other main heroines who possessed absurdly overwhelming powers ..
Selena was no exception.
But even with her exceptional abilities, it was only a matter of time before she fell.
Elsewhere, more Ultran soldiers continued flooding through the portal...
Only to stop as a blade coated in black lightning sliced through their necks.
Startled by his sudden appearance, the soldiers didn’t even have time to react.
He was too fast .. finishing them off before they could lift a finger.
With a heavy sigh, standing at the gate...
Aegon Valerion turned his gaze toward the chaotic battlefield behind him.
"What a mess you’ve caused, Beatrice..."
His sword still crackled with black lightning, but he no longer seemed interested in fighting.
Glancing one last time at Ser Alon, Aegon chuckled before stepping through the portal and leaving the battlefield.
"I’ll leave this place to my grandfather. See you later, everyone."
Just like that ...and in a way no one could quite understand ..
Aegon Valerion passed through every enemy and escaped to the other side of the portal.
Although Ultran soldiers chased after him immediately, it didn’t change the fact:
The first student to re-enter the Empire... was Aegon.
The prince made it look easy .. completely ignoring the brutal struggle his comrades were still enduring.
After several exchanges...
The battle between Ser Alon and Dragoth had devolved into chaos.
After throwing punches wildly, Dragoth’s fists had been badly damaged by Ser Alon’s sword.
At that moment, Dragoth remembered ..
He was a swordsman. Not a brute.
Even in his temporary madness, he remembered that much.
And in the blink of an eye, his wounds healed, and he reached out his hand.
Just then ..
Ser Alon watched in surprise as a sword came flying toward Dragoth at incredible speed from afar.
Without warning, the Human Demon had summoned Moonlight Sword back into his hand.
And just like that... the legendary weapon returned to its original master.
Once he grasped the Moonlight Sword, Dragoth’s aura changed completely.
He was still insane...
But he kept uttering one word—again and again—since the battle began.
"Abraham... Abraham... ABRAHAM!!"
Screaming his name without pause ..
Dragoth charged at Ser Alon in a blind fury, slamming into the Iron Emperor.
The old leader of the Ultrans had gone completely mad...
Haunted by the ghost of a dead man.
It was total chaos.