Chapter 321 – Reign of Blood.

Chapter 321 – Reign of Blood.

“Group fights, aw yeah, those always get me hyped up,” Jeff shouted.

“Everything always gets you hyped up.” Dra shook his head, and that was about all that John could stomach of these two right now.

The mood on their team’s platform was bad, to say the least. The recent happening hung in the air like a poisonous fog, infecting whatever words were spoken and killing conversations before they could become more than awkward small talk. John fully embraced the development. He would get this fight over with as soon as possible, and then they would fix this whole mess.

He glanced over to Thana, who stuck to Lydia in their current divide, the two of them sitting on another table while Rave sat with him; Nia and Momo refused to be caught up in this. “So, it is a 2vs2, let’s go ahead folks, pick your fighters in the next 5 minutes!”

“Your decision remains the same?” John asked over the two tables.

“Yes,” Lydia’s tone was indomitable, she had made up her mind and was now going to stay the course. Understanding of her reasons remained, just as his wish this wasn’t what they would have to do.

The time ran out, and he and Thana rode the platform down to the arena. “Are you that angry?” Thana mumbled into the quiet, undoing her scarf and handing it to John.

Sighing, he answered and took it, safely storing it in his inventory until after the fight, “I am not angry, I am concerned, Thana.” The blood mage shook her head in what John first thought to be an understanding nod but turned out to be more of a near-collapse as she took a reflexive step forwards to keep her balance.

John was close, ready to catch her. When she stood steadily again, he couldn’t help but burst out, “See? Something is clearly not working with you right now!” Thana stayed silent to that.

Only when the platform dissipated underneath them did she mumble, “I have to be useful, I can’t be the insane fucking girl that is just dead-weight.”

“You will never be deadweight!” John growled as they strode towards the centre of the arena, “I won’t let y-“

“Hello,” Alexej interrupted with a happy wave, “how are you.”

“About ready to rip your spine out,” John growled. His anger found a way more fitting target. Thana’s recent instability had started with this manipulative fucker’s meddling.

“Wow, hostile,” the informant laughed at which point all of John’s elementals materialized.

“We are going to end this quickly, okay?” he said to everyone.

“Let’s fucking murder that brown-robed brown-noser,” Thana growled in agreement as the biome wheel landed on the standard arena.

“I will turn his skin into a nice and crispy layer,” Salamander hissed.

“Well, I like quick, so making this quick works for me, way more important stuff to do,” Sylph hyper-actively nodded.

Gnome did her usual fist-pumping, “We can do this, w-we can!”

“For everyone’s security,” Undine said and changed into her glove form.

“Those two are fine to cut?” Siena asked.

“You can torture Alexej a bit if you get your claws on him,” John allowed.

A sudden burst of speed brought the support right next to the confused gravity mage. A knife glinted in the sunlight, then disappeared into the flesh of Maximillian’s soft side.

“What the hell?” John asked and suddenly all hell broke loose as the audience started screaming in confusion, panic quickly spreading as the sound of alarm bells rang all over the city of Rome.

“For the revolution!” Alexej shouted and pulled the knife back, before aiming for Maximillian’s throat.

Instead, his own hand suddenly was subject to an attack. A blade of dark purple, connected to the betrayer’s shadow, penetrated through the unprotected arm and ripped it aside. “Nothing worse than a traitor,” Siena hissed as more tendrils of bladed darkness wrapped around Alexej and forced him aside.

John finally caught up to the whole scene and started healing Maximillian as all elementals, from Hawpler to Gnome, helped restrict the monk-robe wearing Alexej. Even now, Observe did nothing and John didn’t feel like it would be smart to use mana on Reveal at the current time. Even now, Alexej wore his victorious smile. Exactly now, the king looked back with the eyes of a man who experienced the ultimate wrong.

“Why?” Maximillian finally managed to ask a single word.

“For the revolution, I wasn’t subtle about it,” Alexej dismissively said.

‘What revolution?’ John asked himself and had already figured it out by the time Alexej went on.

“The Blood of the Proletariat will deliver this world into the utopia it was meant to be.”

“Why?!” the king continued on; “You had a good life under me, I don’t understand.”

“UNDER YOU, YES!” Alexej laughed in his face. “Born into serfdom, what an honour indeed! To be a slave to one as self-centred as you.”

“Why would you try to stab him?” The world around John seemed to crumble. He turned to look for Thana, who was simply confusedly looking around. At the very least, she seemed fine for the moment. “Fateweaving is still in effect, he would just have been teleported away,” John laid down.

“Oh, you should look up and think again if it is,” Alexej giggled. Hesitatingly, John and everyone else did. The reason for the alarm bells became apparent immediately. The sky had been cut apart. It was as if a thin knife had been applied to a canvas. The gap in the outer wall of the Protected Space of Rome was pitch black in the cloudy sky.

“It would have been nice to take you out personally, but I will take the second-best thing and die with you all,” Alexej announced as something fell out of the gap. It was an object with an unmistakable form, normally meant to be dropped out of a plane and not a dimensional gap. A round, black painted head followed by an elongated, thick metal shell and a cylindrical end.



‘Of all the things that could kill me in this fantasy world,’ John couldn’t help but feel like fate, even though it didn’t exist, didn’t like him. ‘It’s going to be a fucking atomic bomb.’

John couldn’t help but spend his last moments in awe and sorting out the confusion. How was it possible in the first place that this bomb got teleported in? The Supreme Fateweaver must have been on the Blood’s side, that was the only conclusion that could be made. Why the bomb? To wipe everyone out effectively. Why wait until now? There must have been something they had needed to get. Was it the bomb itself?

Questions with which a mind certain of its own death sought to distract itself from the inevitable. Everything seemed to move slowly, as if the world swam in honey. Obviously, it couldn’t have been that sugar-coated; this was the world that had forged the weapon that was about to end him after all.

The bomb closed in on the floor, and John’s eyes fell on Thana. The blood mage was still out of it. Apparently, she hadn’t even noticed what was about to happen. Glassy eyes stared inwards. She was stumbling around. Her hands clutched her head, blocking the screams all around from reaching her ears.

Would she be able to survive the explosion? John didn’t find the idea completely ridiculous, but would she be able to survive the aftermath as well? There would be no one left in this world that she knew. He sincerely hoped that she would find someone who would take care of her.

‘I will never kiss Jane again,’ John realized as the bomb hit the ground.

Nuclear hellfire spewed forth, and then...