Chapter 2311 Resolve

Chapter 2311 Resolve

This was Emery's full primal transformation, a terrifying force of nature. His body loomed over Julian, a monstrous figure that fused human form with the raw savagery of a wolf. His muscles bulged with inhuman power, and dark, swirling energy coiled around him like a living shadow. Every breath he took seemed to pulse with an aura of raw, oppressive might, his presence dominating the battlefield. Julian's confidence, which had been unshakable moments ago, began to waver. A creeping sense of dread settled over him. He had witnessed Emery's transformations before, but never on this scale. This was something far beyond the rival he had faced in the past. All the divine blessings, the heavenly title of the "Heavenly Son" that had elevated him above others, now felt inadequate. Emery's very existence seemed to warp the space around him, an overwhelming presence that crushed Julian's resolve.

With a roar, Emery lunged forward, his fist connecting with Julian's divine armor in a thunderous blow. BAMMM!! Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The impact shattered the protective aura that had shielded Julian, sending cracks spidering through his once-untouchable armor. The force of the strike hurled him backward with devastating speed, his body skidding across the battlefield. He coughed violently, blood spraying from his mouth as pain coursed through his entire being.

Julian struggled to regain his footing, but each of Emery's footsteps echoed like a death knell. The ground trembled beneath Emery's advance, and with every step closer, Julian felt his determination crumbling. But he would not give in—he could not. With a groan, he forced himself upright, his eyes burning with defiance.

Then, Emery struck again.

BAMMM!!!

This time, the force was even more brutal, Julian's defenses crumbled under the relentless assault. The pain was excruciating, searing through every fiber of his being. He gave everything he had to block Emery's explosive punches, but it was futile. Emery was simply too fast, too powerful. All Julian could do was helplessly brace for the next hit.

BAMM!! BAMM!!

Another bone-shattering punch sent Julian flying into the air. His body crashed into one of the palace's towering pillars, the impact so violent that the entire structure trembled. The pillar cracked, crumbling down on him as debris and rubble rained from above. Julian was buried under the weight of it, gasping for breath, struggling to push himself free from the wreckage.

The battle had become utterly one-sided. Julian's once formidable power was now dwarfed by Emery's primal fury.

Seeing the dire situation, Athena charged in, leading half a dozen Magus warriors in a desperate attempt to save him. But they were no match. As they engaged Emery, it became horrifyingly clear how outclassed they were. They were like eggs smashing against a wall.

Julian had lost.

"You cannot win... Give up... and return home with me!"

Julian's chuckle echoed through the shattered remains of his once-proud palace, a sound laced with bitter irony. Around him, the devastation was undeniable—ruins of stone and marble crumbled, and in the distance, thousands of onlookers watched in stunned silence. Fear flickered in their eyes as they stared at Julian, the man they had once revered as their god.

With a weary smile, Julian turned to Emery. His voice was hoarse but filled with conviction. "Home... can't you see? I am home."

Emery's heart sank, frustration boiling beneath the surface. His eyes searched Julian's face for any sign of doubt, but all he found was steadfast resolve.

"Julian... they are using you. Can't you see that?!"

There was no verbal response, only the hardened look in Julian's eyes. His silence spoke volumes—his mind was made up. To Emery, this felt like a dagger in his chest. The primal being within him, the untamed force of Khaos, snarled, urging him to finish the fight, to end it once and for all with one final blow. Emery's fists clenched, the savage energy thrumming through his veins, pushing him toward the edge.

But before he could strike, something unexpected happened.

Out of the wreckage, a figure rushed toward him—not a Grand Magus, not a seasoned warrior, but a simple civilian. The man was trembling, his face pale with fear, yet he found the courage to act. With shaking hands, he hurled a stone at Emery.

"Monster!!! Let go of our king!!" The stone struck Emery's chest but bounced off harmlessly. For a moment, Emery stood frozen, taken aback as more and more civilians began stepping forward. One by one, they gathered, their fear overridden by loyalty to their king. Thousands, followed suit, shouting in anger, their voices blending into a chaotic chorus.

Emery's heart wavered, his mind swirling with confusion. The beast inside him growled, hungry for destruction, but something about the sight of these people—their unyielding belief in Julian—gave him pause.

The sight shook Emery more than any blow could.