Return of the Mythic Bloodline-Chapter 410: All hell broke loose

Inside the dark room, a knight was stationed before a prison. Taranis moved closer to him, deactivated Vyaghra’s blessing, and before the knight could react, beheaded him with a sudden motion of his sword.

"Hehehe, you have become cruel, son," a deep voice came from the prison, stirring a forgotten emotion within Taranis. The sword in his hand trembled, his lips quivered as he slowly staggered toward the prison bars.

However, before he could identify the forgotten emotion, the sight before him suppressed it as another emotion took precedence.

Inside the prison, with his wrists bound to cold iron chains hooked to two thick metallic spheres, his upper body bare and covered in countless wounds, one of his hands missing, an eyeball hanging from its socket, and his severed ear lying on the blood-soaked ground, lay Voltrex.

The nails from all his limbs had been ripped out. His skin clung tightly to his bones, and his once beautiful silken blue hair had turned grey.

The sight was so disturbing that even Vyaghra frowned the moment he saw Voltrex’s condition. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Taranis silently stared at Voltrex. The grip on his sword tightened until beads of blood flowed out. The sclera of his eyes turned crimson, and flickers of golden lightning danced within them.

"How is Aestra?" Voltrex asked, drawing Taranis’s attention.

"She is healthy," Taranis replied.

"Is that so... Thank heavens."

Voltrex did not speak further. Upon hearing that Aestra was safe, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he fell unconscious. It was as if all his worries had been washed away.

With a swing of his blade, a sharp arc of lightning burst forward, slicing through the cold iron bars of the prison as well as the chains that bound Voltrex.

Taranis’s hand turned bright gold as he infused it with Divine Soulforce and crushed the cuffs around Voltrex’s wrists with a single grip.

"Vyaghra, give me your dagger," Taranis ordered.

Vyaghra had never let anyone touch his daggers. They were a symbol of his pride. Yet, without question, he took out one of the black daggers and placed it in Taranis’s hand.

Taranis moved the dagger closer to Voltrex’s face, where his eyeball hung from its socket by a thin cluster of flesh. The dagger in his hand trembled, veins bulging along his arm, his breath unsteady.

Taking a deep breath, he severed the nerves attached to the eyeball, detaching it from the socket.

The eyeball was devoured by darkness before it could fall to the ground.

"I will preserve it until we return," Vyaghra said, tapping Taranis’s shoulder.

Taranis placed his hand over Voltrex’s chest and murmured inwardly, "Vivi, analyse his condition."

"Analysing target’s condition..."

"Analysis completed!"

"632 critical wounds, 978 minor injuries, 104 broken bones, destroyed dantian, one hand, eye, and ear missing.

Result: The target is in excruciating pain and requires immediate medical attention."

Taranis wanted to cry, but the tears burned in his eyes before they could fall. The muscles on his face twitched as, after a long time, expressions began to form.

An expression of raw fury and hatred.

"Vyaghra, how fast can you take my father back to the fortress?"

Taranis knew Vyaghra had been moving slowly in the Senseless Dimension because he was cautious of Taranis’s condition.

"Half an hour," Vyaghra replied.

"Take my father and leave."

"Are you sure about this? You might lose your life," Vyaghra asked, a rare hint of worry in his voice.

Taranis remained silent.

Vyaghra knew his question was useless. Nothing could stop Taranis now. No son would turn his back on those who had inflicted such inhumane atrocity upon his father.

Even though Ume had ordered Vyaghra to protect Taranis, Vyaghra knew that if he stopped him here, Taranis might no longer remain himself.

All he could do was trust him.

"Do not die. Her Highness will not be able to bear the grief of losing you," Vyaghra said and stepped back.

Supporting Voltrex to his feet with an arm around his shoulder, Vyaghra vanished into the darkness.

The moment Vyaghra left, Taranis stopped holding back, and all hell broke loose.

The lightning flickering around his body burst outward in all directions with a thunderous roar. The room, forged from one of the strongest metals of the Western Continent, Cold Iron, was blasted into scraps under the divinity infused within the lightning.

Chaos erupted throughout the pillar as the soldiers’ attention turned toward the destroyed chamber at the bottom.

"The prison room is destroyed!"

"Someone broke into the prison!"

"V-Voltrex is missing!"

"We need to capture the intruder this instant!"

Without waiting for any orders, hundreds of ballistas and cannon fires were unleashed toward the intruder standing below. Explosions erupted, the entire structure trembled from the impact, and clouds of fire and smoke surged upward from the base.

"Did we get him—"

Before the soldier could finish his words, he saw trails of golden lightning streaking across multiple floors, soldiers being cut down like vegetables in its wake before they could even realize what struck them.

"Are there multiple intruders?" the soldier murmured, his eyes wide with shock.

In truth, Taranis was moving so fast across the floors that it created the illusion of multiple lightning trails.

Fear surged through the ranks of the soldiers. Screams echoed as they fled in all directions from the unseen enemy.

"Stop your pathetic screaming and form a proper formation!" a booming voice echoed throughout the pillar as Adam walked out. "A rat has sneaked in—"

Before he could finish his words, a blade came crashing down upon him.

Thanks to his sharp senses, Adam managed to block the attack at the last moment by drawing his estoc sword. However, the force behind the strike was so immense that the floor beneath him tore apart, and he was slammed onto the platform below.

"Adam Solaris!!! I will fucking destroy you!!" Taranis’s deafening roar thundered, shaking the very foundation of the pillar.

His mask had already burned away, revealing his true appearance.

"So it was you, Taranis El Thunderbane," Adam muttered, pinned beneath him, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his lips.

"The war is not treating you well," he added mockingly, gesturing toward Taranis’s missing arm and scar-covered face.

Taranis did not respond to the mockery. His mind was consumed entirely by fury. He increased the pressure behind his sword. Cracks spread across Adam’s blade, yet he remained strangely calm.

"You know, you could have easily killed me with your strength if you had ambushed me silently. However," the corner of his lips curled upward as he continued, "once again, your arrogance will be the cause of your doom."

The moment he finished speaking, a spear-sized arrow pierced through Taranis’s shoulder and struck the ground beside Adam.