Chapter 30 This Is Gonna Be One Bloody Fight...
Seeing the king of the Han Dynasty enraged, the healing mage got on one knee in fear of getting blamed and as well as being a punching bag to take his anger out.
Thinking he was safe from his anger he was mistaken because the next second proved he was going to be used as a doll to hear the rage of the king.
The King of the Han Dynasty grabbed the healing mage by his throat before yelling in a kingly voice. "Bring me to my son or I swear to the god of war Ares I will have your whole family raped and killed before you!"
Hearing this threat the healing mage shuddered and nodded his head rapidly before responding to the tyrant. "You're majesty the prince is being healed right now in the storage room where you hold the crystals."
Listening to his subordinate the king released his grip from his throat causing the healing mage to fall to the floor while breathing rapidly to recover the oxygen he lost.
Without speaking to the healing mage the king marched toward the storage room full of fury.
Arriving in front of the storage room the king smashed the door to the side to only see his son on the floor in a lifeless state and four healing mages hurrying and doing everything they could to heal his crushed hand and blood loss.
The emotions slammed the king into a frenzy of rage seeing his son be this injured.
The king without any reasoning going on in his head took out a giant golden sword that had dragon scales as the outer part of the structure and swung it down toward one of the healing mages who was trying to heal Von's hand and sliced his head off smoothly like he was a piece of paper.
Blood spurted everywhere causing an uproar in the storage room.
The healing mages stopped trying to help the prince and instead bowed in fear not knowing if they were next to be killed by their tyrant of a king.
"Yo-Your Maj-majesty, please...Calm d-down!" One of the healing mages blurted out some stuttered words hoping he wouldn't be killed.
Still, in rage, the king looked down before screaming at the top of his lungs causing the surrounding area to shudder in fear. "Why is my son injured and why is he not healed!!!"
BANG!
The king slammed his fist into the wall causing it to crack.
Another healing mage stood up and bowed. "Your majesty, we are trying everything we can to heal him. Please give us some time and he will be brand new."
The king glared at the healing mage who spoke and walked toward him before stopping a foot in front of him. "Let me make myself clear that if my son does not recover I will have every female in your family serve the army and our allies. Also, the men of your family will be sold off to be mere slaves and I will make sure they get the worst treatment do I make myself clear?"
The healing mage could only nod in fear. "Yes, your majesty, we will heal him now so please wait outside."
The king scoffed and left the storage room leaving the terrified healing mages to either heal the prince or pay the price of losing everything they hold valuable.
The king stood outside of the storage room and called for his right-hand man who has been with him ever since he took the throne.
Philip Veins, the right-hand man of the tyrant king who has only caused tens of thousands of deaths throughout the whole western region appeared before him bowing and showing the utmost respect.
Philip had a rather large physical build, befitting a noble of the Han dynasty he wore an elaborate, jet-red academic gown adorned with black and violet edges he had beautiful golden hair that fell to his shoulders and just the sight of him will make people find him elegant he also has a small mole on his right cheek.
"Alastair, what made you so mad?" Philip stood up from his bow and looked his friend in the eyes wondering what had him enraged.
"My son has been hurt by the Holy Kingdom who I personally wanted to make an alliance with. My subordinate came to me and told me the news he teleported back so I hurried to the storage room and I found my son with a crushed hand and losing blood rapidly." Alastair explained in a furious tone.
Nod.
Philip Nodded his head showing he understood why his friend was so mad.
"Alastair what the Holy Kingdom has done is terrible and inhuman I would first say we should declare war but the issue is they have a secret weapon that could go toe to toe with a 7th-class-star mage and there is only 0.7 percent of those types of powers in the world for what humans can hold."
Alastair could only sigh in defeat listening to his right-hand man. "I understand I'll send some men to infiltrate their warehouses and see these weapons before making our next move but I promise under my kingdom's name I will have my revenge!
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While the Han dynasty and the Holy Kingdom were nearing a war that would shock the world Arius was in a tight pinch.
BOOM!
Grazz, a giant red dragon swung his giant hardened tale down toward Arius causing the ground to shake slightly.
Arius who nearly dodged the dragon enhanced his strength to be as powerful physically wise as a young dragon.
Enhancing his strength Arius shot forward toward the dragon's face leaving a gust of wind behind him while breaking the sound barrier.
BANG!
Arius connected his right fist to the dragon's face making the being stumble a little but still standing strong.
Arius opened his eyes in shock seeing this and before he could react he was swiped to the ground by the dragon's claw.
BAM!
Arius's body hit the destroyed ground causing him to cough up blood.
[Host this dragon holds demonic energy...]
Hearing what the Supreme system said Arius tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
[There is divine energy like what the gods and goddesses possess and there is demonic energy that the demons possess the weird thing is that the demons have been locked in the hell realm by Zeus himself and a bunch of other gods and goddesses I don't know how this dragon would have some demonic energy.]
"So you're telling me this is gonna be a bloody fight..." Arius sighed while dodging the dragon's rapid claw attacks that had a pure fire surrounding his entire body.
[Yes...]