The Player's POV-Chapter 181: War [42]

"Hey Tharok."

Dix called, unable to take his eyes off his body.

"What’s wrong?"

Tharok stopped, turned towards Dix, still maintaining that gentle expression, tone and eyes.

"Gulp."

Swallowing a large mouthful of saliva, he opened his mouth:

"Your body... has more wounds than I thought, huh?"

"Hmm?"

Tharok raised his eyebrows.

Then, he smiled as he understood the meaning of Dix’s words.

"You mean these?"

Tharok’s eyes glanced down at his own body, which was covered with scars born from fierce battles.

"I am the tanker of the team, after all."

Even though he always wore armor when he fought, it still seemed insufficient.

"At least I’m still alive."

"You’re not hurt?"

Dix asked, trying to stay calm.

Honestly, this was the first time he had seen Tharok’s entire body, the first time he had seen such a gruesome scene.

"Pain? Of course it hurts when I get injured." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Really? But I never heard you complain or anything during the battles. Besides, you always looked so energetic, didn’t you?"

"Oh, that?"

Tharok smiled kindly.

"It’s all about willpower."

"Willpower?"

Dix of course understood what that was.

But what he didn’t understand was...

"Does that thing really work?"

"Of course. As long as you have a strong will, a goal that you always strive for, you will overcome any difficulty."

***

"Damn."

With a curse, Alaric stepped out of the rubble and smoke.

His body had long since passed its limit.

Honestly, at this moment, The King could fall at any moment.

Even walking was nothing short of torture.

Nonetheless, his eyes still burned with a fierce fire.

Alaric could still continue to fight despite the excruciating pain and the wounds that could kill him at any moment.

Because The King had a goal that he was determined to achieve.

A goal that was worth everything he was going through.

— I will kill you, demon king.

— I will kill you, demon king.

— I will kill you, Demon King.

— I will kill you, Demon King.

— I will kill you, Demon King.

— I will kill you, Demon King.

— I will kill you, Demon King.

— I will kill you, Demon King.

— I will kill you, Demon King.

That was the only reason he was still standing.

Alaric bit his lip so hard that a stream of blood flowed out.

"I will kill you, Demon King!"

He roared, as if he was venting all the resentment that had accumulated up until now.

"Shut up, Dix!"

From a pile of rubble not far away, a familiar voice rang out.

It was filled with anger and annoyance.

"You’re too noisy!"

The Demon King stepped out from the smoke, trembling.

His condition was no better than The King’s.

Smirking, he opened his mouth:

"Looks like we’ve both reached our limits, huh?"

"Pffft!"

The Demon King spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Maybe so."

A strange emotion flashed in his eyes.

"What do you think if we use all our strength for this final attack?"

Alaric put forth an idea, taking a step forward.

"Are you a genius?"

And the Demon King accepted it, also taking a step towards the other.

For a moment, the two smiled at each other.

Not a smile that carried any evil meaning.

It was just a normal smile.

"Demon King!"

The King roared the name of the one who had brought death to all his comrades.

"Dix!"

And the demon king also roared the name of the one who once plunged the demon race’s sky into a black color of despair.

Boom!

Two auras exploded at the same time, enveloping the entire capital of the Dicathen kingdom, where a fateful battle was taking place.

One of them was emitted by Alaric.

It was yellow.

The color of luck.

The color of victory.

The color of hope.

And the other aura belonged to the demon king.

It was black.

The color of misfortune.

The color of death.

The color of despair.

Whoosh!

The King pointed the tip of his sword, which was covered in that divine aura, towards the center of the demon king’s chest.

Whoosh!

And the demon king did the same.

They were like two machines copying each other.

"Let’s end everything right here, right now!"

Alaric’s eyes flashed with determination.

It was time to end everything.

This battle had dragged on for too long.

Stomping his feet on the ground, he used that force to dash towards the demon king.

The King’s speed wasn’t too fast.

He also didn’t radiate much killing intent.

But, for some reason, Alaric still had an unusually majestic demeanor.

Causing anyone who met him to become respectful.

"Of course!"

The demon king replied.

Unlike The King, he was emitting a terrifying amount of killing intent.

All the flowers nearby were instantly killed.

Then, he also rushed straight towards Alaric.

They only stopped when they were only 1 meter apart.

After that, many slashes were launched.

Sometimes, they dodged those attacks.

But sometimes, when they couldn’t dodge, they could only block each other’s blades with everything they had.

Clang! Cleng! Cling!

The battlefield had only the two of them.

Two swords.

And two wills to win that were stronger than anything else.

That was all they needed.

Their battle looked like a battle between two children.

However, each of their slashes was more than enough to decide the fate of the world.

Opening a new Chapter for this era.

Both of them jumped back a few steps.

Then, like two hungry beasts, they pounced on each other once again.

"Die!"

"Die!"

Both swords rushed towards each other at a speed that tore through the air, surpassing both sound and light.

And then, what had to happen happened.

"Argh!"

"Argh!"

Two loud screams rang out.

Thud!

Thud!

Followed by the sound of being stabbed.

The next moment, the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Drops of blood fell to the ground.

"...Damn it..."

Alaric muttered.

Their attacks were identical.

The speed of their attacks was the same.

And the power of their attacks was no different from twins.

"It’s over."

The Demon King said hoarsely.

Everything was perfect.

And that perfection should have continued.

But it didn’t.

The stab positions of the two swords were completely different.

With all his strength, Alaric could only stab the tip of his sword into the middle of the demon king’s abdomen.

As for the demon king... he had successfully pierced through The King’s aura heart.

This was the second time his heart had been destroyed.

And also the last time.

"You lost, Hero Dix."