Requiem Of A Failed Hero



Wham!

Patk

Patk

Pang pang pang pang

Surely everything about Emperor Alexander had changed since she donned this new appearance, every swing of his sword expunged a great deal of flames and the clashing of his flame aura and Hallan's ominous green aura caused the air to shatter with a deafening sound every time.

There, over there, here and there again, back there–

Wham wham wham wham

Whish whish wham!

The figures of the swift exchanges between the two of them were all over the place, they jumped from place to place attacking and blocking, blocking and attacking.

Hallan Lamar was undoubtedly formidable which made it amazing that the Emperor could withstand him to such lengths.

Everything about him had changed, his look, his swordsmanship even his resolve.

'Will it be a wise choice to kill him, he will be instrumental to the new world I plan to create

Hallan Lamar in a fierce fight still had ample time to spare for his thoughts while keeping Alexander at his pace. He was the director, even though a third party may see this as an equal exchange of blade strikes between battle gods, too fast to be followed. Hallan Lamar was merely fighting the Emperor bringing himself to match the level of his strength, maybe raising the bar a little higher so he would struggle to catch up.

Wham wham

Two strikes escaped Alexander's sword but he dodged by a hair's breadth.

Hallan Lamar's lost gaze returned to Alexander.

"Ha, you got hit?"

'What? That look just now. He wasn't even paying attention to me?'

Throughout the fight, the Emperor was so busy matching his speed, blocking his strikes, and looking at every opportunity for an opening but his opponent wasn't even paying attention, and yet he was able to unleash this level of combat ability.

"What have you become?"

The Emperor's bewilderment gave itself a voice, he meant not to exalt the villain before him in any way. In fact, he hated the words as soon as they came out.

Hallan Lamar's lips curled.

"I sold my soul to the devil and I became one myself. Like I told you, death is not the end. Now, I need to take my leave."

He turned.

Immediately flinched seeing that Hallan was leaving and paying no attention to him, he was devastated, 'No, I can't, I can't let him live. Even if I have to die, I will drag him along with me. For Kathan, for the lives of my dear citizen, for my honorable knights. I will drag him to the depth of hell.

The Emperor sucked in a great deal of air, expanding his chest "Baramon!!!" His voice launched a sonic missile into the sky, piercing and separating it.

He staggered left and right as the flickering flames on his body began to reduce and die out.

Hallan paused and looked back, he was almost at an entrance in the palace that led to the underground.

He looked up with a serious face.

'This guy... he has become resilient, too resilient.'

He wished Alexander would just give up so he wouldn't have to kill him. Honestly, if he keeps doing this he wasn't sure he would be able to control his anger. He did like his student but he wouldn't think twice before killing him if it was for the good of the world.

The sky darkened with rumbling energy. It wasn't just the sky above the imperial palace, all of the capital were a witness to this phenomenon.

***

"This!"

"You know it?! What is it?!"

Amber Rose urged the man for an answer but instead, he looked up with a gloomy expression, dazed and frozen. This was Lambert Dellagado, the legendary swordsaint of his era.

He naturally had a dark expression but even now was worse. He looked like he had seen the ghost of his granddaddy.

"What is it, sir?!"

Amber Rose shouted but he still ignored her. She had united with him three hours ago when she was at her limit being the only person in this district truly capable of protecting herself and the citizens. The other heroes, sadly, died of noble deaths.

Right when she thought it would be the end for her-

'How weird, even when my life seems to be coming to an end... I can only think of my irrational attitude that day, maybe if I had spoken differently, he wouldn't have died...'

Heaving slow but deep pants she held on to her sword on her knees. Tightened her grip to kill the last wave and perhaps died because she missed one due to her fatigue as she stood up.

A fine swordplay cleaved an arc through the air in front of her and in that same second, the heads of multiple monsters that approached her went flying. A clean and precise cut swept all of them.

He appeared in front of her delivered by the strong torrent of wind, he was fast.

Slowly tucked his sword into its fine scabbard and said to her, "Rest, I will take care of this place for now."

And they've been fighting together since then. She had fought with Curtis a few times and acknowledged the beauty of their swordsmanship.

But seeing it from Dellagado himself hit differently. Every time he unsheathed that sword was a show of elegance more than anything, he was resolute in every strike, fearless and beautiful was his swordsmanship.

To see such a man shaken up by the weather in the sky. Perhaps he had dementia. Anyone would think that.

But Amber Rose knew that wasn't a mere weather change. She had been in several fights where heroes used the strongest skill. She was familiar with the enormous dust energy that the atmosphere would carry. And this once was even far greater.

It felt like the sky would eat up the ground.

It was making cold chills crawl all over her skin.

This was why he was demanding answers from his man who was too shaken up to speak.

"Sir! Perhaps this is a sleight of the enemy! Shouldn't we be taking action instead of staring?!"

It was amazing how she could shout at an elder like that, putting aside her respect for him, it was also as if she was rebuking him for his actions.

Lambert Dellagado came back to reality.

"No, you have no idea. This skill, I've seen it before. The Emperor is in great danger."

Her eyes widened immediately.

"What? What? The Emperor?!"

"Yes! This is a suicidal attempt!"