The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 149:Perilious Change

Snow fell thick and heavy from the sky, blanketing the battlefield in a chilling white silence.

But that silence shattered every second with roars, blasts, and screams. The mages on the wall were drenched in sweat despite the freezing cold. Their hands trembled, eyes hollow, drained from casting the same spell again and again just to keep the fire alive. Some collapsed, others grit their teeth and kept chanting.

Robert stood still among the chaos, his eyes fixed on the dark sky. Thick black clouds hung above, unmoving, as if the heavens themselves were watching. He checked the time,still two hours before sunrise. The air felt like it had frozen in place.

"Sir... Should we use the reserve potions?" one of the junior knights asked, shivering as he held onto the wall.

"No," Robert replied flatly, without looking. "We don’t waste resources.Not now."

"But they’re—"

"If they fall, call them back for rest and rotate the shiftl.It pains my heart to see this but we don’t know what lies ahead and how long we need to keep fighting."

"We need to save it for an emergency."

They didn’t have many healers except the one brought by Kael but they were also exhausted after healing man.

Suddenly, loud booming footsteps echoed through the white landscape. The air grew heavier. Trolls, massive and muscle-bound, broke through the front.

Behind them came monstrous beasts shaped like bears, their size twice that of any war horse. Their eyes glowed with rage. Then—crackling sounds built up in their throats—and they opened their maws wide, shooting huge beams of violet and red energy.

"INCOMING!" someone screamed.

The wall shook violently as the beams slammed into it. Mages and soldiers were tossed like ragdolls. Screams filled the air.

Down on the field near the wall, things turned into madness. Soldiers ducked, dodged, or were thrown aside like toys. Fire and ice clashed in the middle of the snowy hell.

"Hold your ground! Don’t panic!" Albert’s voice thundered as he rushed forward, deflecting a blast with his shield. "Regroup! All of you—REGROUP!"

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"Shut up and fight! Look for the gaps!" Albert swung his blade at a charging beast, slicing its arm off. But even he was starting to breathe heavy.

Nearby, Chris tried to swing his sword, but he was too slow. A blast of red energy hit him in the chest. He screamed as his body was flung into the air and slammed against the snowy ground with a loud crack. He rolled over several meters, leaving a trail in the snow. His sword lay far from him.

"Ahh—damn..." he groaned, blood dripping from his mouth. He tried to push himself up but his limbs didn’t respond. Everything felt heavy. His breath fogged in front of him. Then he looked up.

Right in front of him, a giant Byk monster stood. The ground quaked beneath its weight. Its black, armored skin steamed against the snow. It leaned forward, its huge jaw opening.

Chris’s eyes widened. "No... no, not now..."

Just then, a heavy hand grabbed him from behind.

"Get up, kid," said a deep voice.

Baret threw him over his shoulder and sprinted.

"You’re gonna get us both killed at this rate," Baret muttered, dodging rubble.

Chris coughed, struggling to speak. "I think it’s better if you run faster... because it’s coming!"

Baret turned his head slightly. His eyes met the glowing charge building inside the Byk’s mouth.

"Shit."

He jumped with all his strength—just as the beast released its blast.

BOOOOM!

The ground behind them erupted in flames and snow. Debris rained down, and screams echoed from nearby soldiers.

On the far side, the knights let out a roar of fury.

A troll had crushed three soldiers in front of him. Blood sprayed over the snow. The Red Knight swung his flaming blade, splitting the troll in half. But then another blast caught him from the side. He screamed in pain, his armor cracking and blood gushing from his side. Still, he stood, staggering, face twisted in pain and rage.

"Monsters... I’ll burn every last one of you!" he snarled, slamming his blade into the ground, fire erupting in a wide arc.

Back near the front, Albert dodged another beam. It singed his cloak, but he kept moving. His breath was fast, but his eyes were sharp.

"Vic! Heru! Kassel!" he shouted. "We need to team up now!"

The battlefield roared in response, but it was hard to tell if his voice reached them. The monsters were clearly going after the strong ones, ignoring the others.

Albert spun, feeling another presence. A Byk was charging straight at him, snow flying beneath its feet.

He tossed aside his shield and held his sword with both hands, ready.

"Come on," he muttered.

But just before the beast struck—BOOOOM!

Its entire head exploded. Blood, brains, and bone splattered into the air. The body kept charging for a few more steps before it collapsed face-first into the snow, sliding with a thud.

Albert didn’t flinch.

He simply turned his gaze toward the direction the blast had come from and whispered, "Good shot."

Then he kept moving.

Snowflakes danced in the air, carried by the chilling wind as the battle below raged on. The wall trembled from the roars and explosions, yet Robert stood firm, untouched by chaos. His cloak fluttered behind him as he raised his hand to signal.

"Bring me a spear," he commanded, voice flat, emotionless.

A knight rushed over, offering one. Without hesitation, Robert gripped it, his cold gaze locking onto a massive monster in the distance. His fingers glowed faintly as he poured mana into the spear. Then—with a sharp motion—he hurled it.

The spear tore through the air like a storm unleashed. A blue trail followed behind, crackling with mana. In mere seconds, it crossed a thousand meters and struck the beast’s skull.

BOOOM!

The monster’s head shattered, blood and bone flying through the air.

Following it, another spear was thrown.

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

Each time Robert threw another spear, another monster fell. Their heads exploded before they could even let out a cry. One after another, they collapsed in silence, their bodies twitching in the snow.

The soldiers on the wall and on the ground below paused. Some gasped. Others stared in disbelief.

"H-he wiped them out before they even noticed," a mage whispered.

Baret stopped in his tracks, placing Chris down on a nearby rock. His mouth was slightly open, watching Robert standing alone atop the wall, his figure like a shadow of death in the falling snow.

Chris’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. "That’s... That’s too strong. Unbelievable..."

"That’s the might of an S-rank," Baret replied, his voice almost distant, filled with awe.

Chris looked up at him. "Do you think we can reach that level one day?"

Baret was about to answer with a tired laugh and a shake of his head. But Kael’s words echoed in his mind—firm and clear.

"As long as you follow me, train harder than anyone else, giving your best each day... believe me... you will reach there."

Baret paused. His gaze sharpened as he looked back at Chris.

"We surely will."