Spiral of Madness: Ascension of the Villainous Dragon Prince-Chapter 122: Heart, Spirit, And Will [1] — Humilliating The Vultarn Dog

Chapter 122: Heart, Spirit, And Will [1] — Humilliating The Vultarn Dog

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Countless black fireballs bombarded Louis. Tisha, who stood nearby, panicked and rushed to shield him—only for Louis to emerge from beneath the endless explosions completely "fine." He was burning constantly; his skin and flesh charred painfully, yet he showed none of the agony tearing through him.

Instead, he channeled Pain Weaponization. Blood vein-like materialized energy began to infuse Gungnir and his Ashen Frost Blade, pouring his Pain and Agony into them and pushing their power to new terrifying heights.

He realized that without a super-charged attack like before—his Rune of Slaughter still on cooldown—the best option was to weaponize his own suffering. And in a battle like this, pain came in endless forms, such as letting Kael’thas torture him with spirit flames.

"Hahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!" Kael’thas laughed wildly. "Look at this guy! What is he even doing?! Does he want to burn to ashes so badly?! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"This should be more than enough," Louis said, half-burnt. A wave of relieving golden light spread through his body—Belladine, working with Handy, healed him completely.

Then.

RUMBLE!

The ground beneath Louis shattered as he launched into the sky, catching up to Kael’thas. The half-demon no longer dodged after activating his Spiral Skill; he decided to let Louis strike with full force.

And... he did?

"Eh?"

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

Louis recklessly pummeled his face while his sword and spear attacked. Kael’thas’ armor was incredibly tough, but cracks began to appear as Louis unleashed an endless Dragon Sword Dance. Sword Energy surged like a cutting storm.

"Hmph! What do you think you’re doing?! You want to die so badly, imbecile?!" Kael’thas roared furiously. He swung both armored claws and sliced deep across Louis’ chest. Blood sprayed everywhere... and rapidly wrapped around his weapons, turning them a deep crimson red.

"Yes, that’s what I want," Louis said. He smashed his fist into Kael’thas’ chin and sent him hurtling upward. Spreading his skeletal wings, Louis flew higher.

His plan was simple: keep inflicting damage with fists and weapons, absorb the returned pain, weaponize it to deal even greater harm.

Handy and Belladine would heal him. The rose in his soul would keep his Soul strong. And he would employ Flames of Nirvana to prevent his death.

Death-Sense remained his last resort—he preferred to save the Skill until it was truly necessary, no matter what.

Thus, Louis caught up again. He swung his fists relentlessly—face, groin, chest, shoulders.

Kael’thas clenched his teeth in fury. Chains wrapped around Louis’ arms and halted him—only for the prince’s sword to carve a massive wound across his stomach and Gungnir to pierce his left shoulder.

"Aaaaagh! D-Damn it! How are you so damn tough?!"

"I am the real deal, unlike a lab-grown cockroach like you!"

Louis’s fists dug into Kael’thas’ face, breaking his nose and sending him crashing downward. The half-demon stood again quickly. He combined his three spirits into his body instead of forming armor. His form transformed—blazing wings, metallic skin, hair of black ghostly chains, eyes gleaming bright red.

Chains surged from his body like whips. He smashed Louis constantly, grabbed him, hurled him down, and tortured him mercilessly, inflicting so much pain that Louis’ body began to break. Skin tore away, exposing muscle, which ripped apart piece by piece.

"NNNGAAAH!"

Yet Louis roared monstrously. His Aura exploded outward, resembling a roaring white dragon. His fists grew larger as they bled, fusing blood with flesh through relentless Pain Weaponization.

The more pain, the more power.

The more suffering, the more power.

Louis had walked a path of endless agony to reach this point.

Now that he had come so far, would this little pain ever stop him?

The answer was simple.

"Y-YOU DAMN...!"

Kael’thas’ face twisted in disbelief as they clashed. He drove his bird-like talons deep into Louis’ chest, tearing out chunks of muscle and blood—yet Louis punched his face, seized his lower mandibles, and—

"AAAAHHHH!"

CRACK!

He tore them off completely. Kael’thas screamed and cried in utter agony and disbelief. Louis seized the opening, thrusting one extra arm deep into the open throat before the jaw could regenerate. He infused it with countless explosive Ashen Runes.

"Let’s see if the inside of your body is as tough!"

"UUAAAAGGH!"

Kael’thas screamed in torment at how monstrously brutal this prince was. His stomach, throat, and intestines ignited. Dozens—then hundreds—of small explosions erupted inside him, tearing his stomach open, bursting his arms and legs. Pieces of bone and muscle flew everywhere.

When he crashed to the ground, his body was devastated, stomach and intestines charred, arms torn apart...

"A-Ahhh...! Uugh...! Y-Youu..."

Louis hadn’t emerged unscathed either. Immense wounds covered him; he bled profusely, missing an arm, barely clinging to life through his familiars and sheer will. The fight had been so intense that his giant transformation finally faded—every sacrificed soul’s power spent—returning him to normal.

"G-Get away... from me...!"

Kael’thas had regrown his lower jaw, but he mumbled in constant pain. Louis plunged his hands into the half-demon’s chest and tore out his Fantasy Heart containing the Spiral Stone.

"A-Ahhh! W-Wait...! AAAGHHH!"

Kael’thas couldn’t believe he lost so pathetically. After witnessing what this monster of a man was doing, he began to realize he had never fought a person—but something aberrant.

Something darker and viler than even himself. As the cold, painful embrace of death closed in, he screamed in agony. His eyes rolled back. Louis began eating his raw, still-beating metallic heart, swallowing every piece as black blood poured from his mouth, down his neck and chest, and into his open wounds.

BA DUM!

BA DUM!

BA DUM!

"T-There it is...!"

Louis hadn’t merely eaten a Spiral Stone—he had consumed an entire, still-living Spiral with its beating Fantasy Heart. The integration was agonizing, but after so much pain it barely registered.

His heartbeat became faster and faster, absorbing a second heart. Memories of Kael’thas’ life flashed through his mind, but Louis ignored them for now.

His comprehension of the Spiral of Sadism had already reached 100%. He was a sadistic madman at times, after all.

Then he heard a voice.

{The Spiral Of Sadism}