Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 254: Your mistake was coming here of your own free will, Godwin… You’re going to have a hard time escaping now~

Chapter 254: Your mistake was coming here of your own free will, Godwin... You’re going to have a hard time escaping now~

The sky of Tenebris was a heavy gray, thick with dust that clung to faces and slipped under leather and metal armor. The air was saturated with that characteristic smell of rotting flesh and scorched dust, a scent of death that seemed to rise from the cracked earth itself.

At the head of his small army, Godwin Pendragon advanced with a confidence that bordered on madness. His two meters of taut muscle and imposing frame commanded a respectful silence from his troops. On his bare torso, exposed despite the stifling heat, his flame tattoos seemed to pulse in time with his impatience, while his vivid red hair evoked glowing embers ready to ignite.

His amber eyes with reptilian pupils swept the horizon with sovereign contempt. He hadn’t digested the fact that his troops had been eliminated so easily... not because he cared about them, but because it had dealt a blow to his ego.

Behind him, the thirty-eight remaining students of the Pendragon faction marched in tight ranks. There should have been more, but the first skirmishes had already taken their toll, and besides, not everyone was in Tenebris. The lightly wounded grimaced with every step, the ambient demonic mana eating at their wounds and slowing their natural regeneration. But Godwin didn’t care, as long as you could take one step, you could fight... His logic was implacable: either they died with what remained of their dignity on the battlefield, or Godwin himself would finish them off.

As they crossed a small ridge of sand vitrified by ancient extreme heat, the ground began to shake violently, a vibration that wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.

"Defensive formation!" shouted a faction captain, a student whose face was masked by dust.

In an explosion of sand, a monstrous creature burst from the depths. It was a colossal sand worm, its segmented body covered in dark brown plates. Its circular maw, bristling with several rows of razor-sharp teeth, released a piercing hiss that vibrated the air.

Immediately, five students rushed forward, activating their <Aura Shield> to form a protective barrier. Blue energy shields shimmered under the impact of the flying sand. The others attacked at once.

"Now!!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

A warrior armed with a long sword unleashed a <Wind Slash>, but the worm was faster. With a fluid twisting motion, it plunged back beneath the surface, leaving only a funnel of shifting sand behind.

"Shit, I missed it," swore the guy, his expression betraying growing anxiety.

’Where did it go?’ thought an archer as he nervously nocked a mana-reinforced arrow.

Suddenly the beast erupted ten meters away, right behind the defensive line. It hurled its massive body against a student who barely had time to raise his arm. The impact was brutal. A sharp crack of breaking bones rang out.

"Aghhhhhh!"

The unfortunate student was thrown into the air, spitting a stream of purple blood before crashing heavily. Before anyone could finish him, the worm escaped back into the ground, toying with the nerves of its attackers.

The battle dragged on. The students were exhausting themselves, wasting their aura on blind attacks against an invisible enemy. In the rear, Godwin received the latest reports from his scouts. His brows furrowed. He watched his group slow down, lose coordination because of a single giant insect. Irritation rose in him like a tide of lava.

He stepped forward, roughly shoving aside a student trying to catch his breath. The young noble nearly sprawled into the dust.

"What the hell are you doing!" Godwin bellowed, his voice thundering through the desert silence. "Bunch of useless idiots, can’t even handle a damn bug."

The air seemed to grow heavier the moment he moved. Godwin’s aura unfurled, a crushing pressure that made pebbles crack under his black leather boots. This time he wasn’t using fire, just the raw power of his bloodline.

"Watch how you deal with vermin," he murmured, a carnivorous smile stretching his lips.

He extended his left hand toward the ground where the sand was still shifting.

<Arcane of Judgment: Gravitational Attraction>

An invisible, tyrannical force field sank into the earth. A dull sound was heard, as if the ground itself groaned under the weight. The sand worm, trapped in its own tunnel, was brutally torn from the depths. It appeared on the surface, writhing in pain, unable to escape.

Without giving it a second’s respite, Godwin violently clenched his fist.

<Arcane of Judgment: Michael’s Crushing>

Gravity concentrated on a single point at the center of the monster’s body. The result was immediate and gruesome. The supposedly resistant chitin carapace exploded under the pressure.

A jet of greenish, viscous blood spurted out, splattering the nearest students who recoiled in horror. The worm’s segments were crushed against each other, mixing internal organs, shredded flesh, and bone fragments into an shapeless mass that collapsed onto the sand with a disgusting sucking sound.

The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the whistle of the wind. Godwin stared at the creature’s remains with absolute disdain before turning to his troops.

"Move, you bastards..." he ordered curtly, not even bothering to wipe the bloodstains that covered his muscular forearms.

The element of surprise was ruined; the energy released by his attack must have been felt for kilometers around, but Godwin didn’t give a damn. He needed blood, he needed to feel his enemies’ resistance give way under his hands. They resumed their march, faster this time, nobody dared slow down for fear of facing the Pendragon’s wrath.

Finally, the structures of the Imperial faction appeared in the distance. The camp was entrenched behind mana barriers and low walls. But as they reached the main entrance, everyone stopped dead.

A single figure stood there, motionless in front of what served as the gate.

It was a slender young man with short silver hair and pure golden eyes that fixed the newcomers with serenity. He wore the immaculate uniform of House Dantalion, the golden winged lions embroidered on his shoulders.

He was smiling. A polite smile devoid of any warmth, the smile of a man who had already foreseen the end of the conversation.

"Adrian," Godwin spat, his muscles tensing instinctively. His hatred for the second imperial prince was visceral, a resentment fed by years of rivalry and contempt.

’That fake smile again... I’m going to rip it off his face,’ Godwin thought as he felt his blood boil.

He turned his head toward his students, his gaze burning with promises of violence.

"I’ll handle him. The rest of you, get in there," he ordered coldly.

He took a step forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon, ready to unleash the fire of judgment on the one he considered his only true obstacle in this war.

Adrian, for his part, didn’t move an inch. He simply tucked a strand of his silver hair back into place, his golden eyes never leaving Godwin’s, as if time itself slowed around him.

"Your mistake was coming here of your own free will, Godwin... You’re going to have a hard time escaping now~"