Novel's Extra: The Lost Heir of Dragon Queen-Chapter 70: The Tyrant Gambit

The world blurred.

Zarenth shot forward with unreal speed, his claws carving through the first enemy like paper.

SPLAT-SPLAT!!

Blood spattered across the ground as his blade followed, severing limbs and armor with precision and brutality.

He was a force of nature—unstoppable, untouchable.

The enemies attempted to counter, but they couldn’t keep up. Zarenth weaved through their strikes with effortless grace, his dragonic form allowing him to overpower them blow for blow.

"You call yourselves warriors?" Zarenth bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

He grabbed one enemy by the throat, lifting him off the ground and slamming him down with bone-shattering force.

SHUDDER!!!

The ground split open beneath the impact.

"Pathetic."

Another lunged at him, but Zarenth turned, swinging his sword.

CLACK!!

The enemy was sent flying, crashing into three others with enough force to shatter their bones.

Tharion watched in disbelief as Zarenth tore through his comrades like a blade through silk.

Kael, still lying on the ground, struggled to rise.

His vision swam as he watched Zarenth rampage across the battlefield.

’How… How is he so strong?,’

Kael forced himself up on one elbow, teeth gritting against the pain.

It was then that the shadows began to shift around him.

Dark tendrils emerged from the ground like living smoke, slithering across the battlefield.

His eyes widened.

"No… Not now." Kael said.

From the darkness, twisted figures began to rise.

Monsters—black as ink, their forms jagged and unnatural.

They moved without sound, their glowing white eyes locking onto the fallen students and injured fighters.

Kael recognized them immediately.

Immortal monsters.

They were beings born of corrupted darkness—creatures that could not be killed, no matter how many times you cut them down.

They regenerated endlessly, feeding on the fear and despair of the living.

"We’re surrounded," Kael muttered, his fists clenching. He struggled to his knees, but his body screamed in defiance.

"I fought them before… but there weren’t this many." He said.

The immortal monsters began to pour out of the ground, crawling like spiders toward the unconscious students.

A wave of dread swept through Kael as he realized what was happening.

They’ll be slaughtered.

"Stop!" he roared, summoning every ounce of willpower to stand.

But before Kael could act, Tharion’s voice echoed across the battlefield, cutting through the chaos.

"Father… You’re here." Tharion Shouted.

All movement ceased.

Every figure—Zarenth, Tharion, the monsters—paused and turned their gaze upward.

A presence unlike any other descended upon the battlefield.

High above, shrouded in a cloak of pure darkness, a figure stood suspended in the air.

His silhouette was sharp against the pale moonlight, the edges of his form wavering as if he were part shadow, part reality.

His aura was suffocating, endless in its depth—like a bottomless pit.

Kael’s heart stopped. The sheer force of the figure’s presence made his legs buckle.

What… What is this?

The figure’s voice boomed, cold and absolute. "It’s good, I came to check."

The battlefield—once filled with the sound of clashing blades and screams—fell utterly silent.

The immortal monsters ceased their movements, kneeling toward the dark figure in reverence.

Tharion bowed his head slightly, "Father..... I am sorry for being weak,"

The dark figure tilted his head slightly, his piercing gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

When his eyes landed on Zarenth, a faint smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

"Interesting…" he muttered.

Zarenth straightened.

For the first time, the arrogance in his eyes gave way to a flicker of wariness.

"Well," Zarenth murmured, his voice low. "This just got complicated."

Kael’s vision blurred.

We’re all going to die here.

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Zarenth’s Red eyes flicked across the battlefield.

The oppressive aura of the newly arrived figure, the one Tharion had referred to as Father, enveloped the area like a suffocating fog.

The immortal monsters were advancing toward the unconscious students and injured Students.

The remaining 24 figures stood idle,watching the chaos unfold with amused detachment.

"Tsk,"

Zarenth gritted his teeth.

The stakes couldn’t be higher—any hesitation on his part would cost countless lives.

His gaze locked on the dark figure descending gracefully from the shadows, the one Tharion had addressed with reverence.

Zarenth’s instincts screamed.

His aura radiated an overwhelming power.

He’s stronger than me… perhaps stronger than I’ve ever faced.

"He might be atleast at Eternal sovereign (3)," Zarenth muttered.

Zarenth’s jaw tightened.

If I fight him head-on, the rest of his forces will slaughter everyone here.

And these monsters… they’ll tear through the students before I can reach them.

For a brief moment, Zarenth hesitated, his mind racing. Then, an idea sparked.

Zarenth straightened, his lips curling into a taunting smirk.

He called out to the dark figure with a mockingly casual tone.

"So, you’re the big bad everyone’s afraid of? You don’t seem like much to me."

The figure turned his crimson eyes toward Zarenth, his expression impassive. "And you must be Zarenth. A failed heir clinging to a name that no longer matters."

Zarenth’s smirk deepened. "Ouch. You’ve done your homework, huh? Makes sense. You’d need to study someone like me before trying to take me on."

"You think petty insults will distract me?" the figure asked, his tone dripping with disdain. "I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work."

’Damn it,’ Zarenth thought, his mind racing. He’s sharp. I can’t outwit him… but I can’t back down either.

"Trying?" Zarenth said aloud, his tone light but mocking.

"I’m not trying anything. I just think it’s funny how you’re all bark and no bite. What’s the matter? Scared to fight me one-on-one?" Zarenth taunted.

The figure’s eyes narrowed, his aura flaring slightly. "You overestimate your importance."

It’s now or never.

Without warning, Zarenth lunged toward the figure, his blade gleaming with raw power.

The speed of his movement was impossible to follow, a blur of gold and black streaking through the battlefield.

CLANG!

Their blades collided in midair, the impact sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Zarenth pressed forward, his strikes relentless and precise, but the figure met each one effortlessly, parrying with inhuman grace.

CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK

Their movements were a blur, only the sound of clashing steel marking their deadly dance.

Sparks flew with every strike, the sheer intensity of their duel warping the air around them.

Kael, barely conscious, watched the fight with wide eyes.

The speed and ferocity of their battle were unlike anything he’d ever seen.

But then, something else caught his attention—movement in the corner of his vision.

The immortal monsters were advancing toward the unconscious students.

Kael’s heart pounded in his chest.

No… not them.