Chapter 764: Boom

Chapter 764: Boom

Disappointed.

Alex had to admit, he was disappointed.

For days, hed been looking forward to one particular moment: the moment he would watch Gabrians shocked face change. Hed played that image over and over in his mind, imagining it time and time again. He could see it in detail; the look on the First Apostles stunned face as he watched him spellcasting, watched him pick up a weapon, easily using it, using it specifically on him. For weeks hed fantasised about how the mans face would be, how his expression would shift, how it would turn from utter confidence and resolve, to shock and horror. Alex wanted to see that, to savour it, but hed been denied. Except for his eyes peering through the visor, the mans face was completely hidden by his helmet.

The young wizard would've loved to relish Gabrians horrified expression, remembering it from this moment to his dying breath, even if he lived for ten thousand years. Since he couldnt have that moment to treasure though, hed take what he could get; the First Apostle realising he was no longer the Fool, his screams of fear and pain, the look of shock as his eyes widened behind that visor.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

Oh, and the satisfaction of taking his arm, again.

That was pretty good, he decided.

He would've loved to have done more to him, like some of the things hed done to Theresa, Brutus, Bjorgrund and him, but he knew his enemys will was strong, and that allowing him even the slightest time to recover would be a mistake. He wasnt done with him yet though, not by a longshot.

With a twitch of an eyebrow, he began speaking the words of a sixth-tier spell. Energies gathered around his sword-staff, instantly pouring from the tip of its blade.

Disintegration magic arced toward the First Apostles breastplate, it struck the servant of Uldar, attacking him, seeking to split the screaming priest in two. His will, abundant life-force, and divine protections warred with the General of Thamelands spell.

Fighting to stop it from doing its worst, but failing. Armour cracked, the energies within it exploded, searing light engulfed him.

The First Apostlehis skin raw and smoulderingsailed across the room, striking a wall with a wet crunch.

His body sprayed red, covering the tattered remnants of his armour and clothing as he dropped to the floor.

His followers screamed.

It cannot be! one cried.

Impossible! another shrieked.

The Fool cannothe cannot another stammered as flames licked the golden barrier surrounding the holy warriors.

Uldars beard! the Third Apostle swore. It was in his face that Alex finally got what he wanted.

The old man was watching him as though he were a demon crawling from the hells. His complexion looked green, he seemed breaths from either fainting, or soiling himself.

But, Alex had more to do, he couldnt just stand there basking in their shock: every moment counted.

Channelling mana into his staff, he conjured dozens of forceballs, surrounding himself with the glowing orbs. Meanwhile, he cast a spell, launching a fireball across the room, it flew straight for the injured First Apostle.

An alert foe reacted, sweeping the storm of shrapnel around the holy leader, forming a solid shield that saved him. The fireball struck then ruptured, erupting in an inferno that blasted the ancient Chosen in waves of heat.

Well, well, will ya look at that? Don't you have quite the bite for a supposed Fool! the Guide shouted from atop the back of his mount. That was a surprise! I see I wasnt wrong about you giving us a great huntArgh!

Alex cut him off, sweeping his sword-staff down, conjuring Wizards Hands to surround the fae. Their attack was vicious, pulling skin, yanking his beard, shoving glowing fingers in his mouth, poking at his eyes.

The fae slapped at them as though he was fighting off wasps.

With a twitch of a brow and a single syllable, Alex cast a fireball at him. The faes moose bellowed, tensing to spring away as the ball of flame hit the wall behind them. It ruptured. Beast and master shrieked, singed by the heat.

I'm not interested in your stupid prattling, Guide, Alex said, watching the beams ebb in the goddesses fire-gems. They would need time to recharge, and the church was already seething, readying themselves to attack. You like to laugh, it seems? Do you want to have some more fun? Try this. Alex said to the Stalker.

Drawing on Hannah's power, he opened a dozen portals throughout the chamber, leading to different areas of the sanctum.

Hah! The fae burst into laughter, ripping Alex's Wizards Hands apart with a wave of his hand. Your wee elemental friends aren't going toBy the fae lords!

Alexs army came through the portals.

These were not the lower level summoned monsters he'd been using to harass the church earlier; those entities had been the spirits hed first learned to conjure when he was the Fool, well before hed erased that Mark.

They'd been the perfect distraction, a key part of the strategy to lure these hunters where he and the giants wanted them to be.

The creatures now emerging from the portals were Alexs true army.

The weapon had sheared him nearly in two, leaving his white clothing and silver armour drenched in red. He coughed, choking up blood, yet his head turned, seeking the eyes of his leader.

Save them he gurgled. Run

Alex was beside him.

Few noticed the General of Thameland teleporting to the Third Apostle.

But, all noticed the General of Thameland slide his sword-staff into what was left of the priests chest. Alex looked up, holding the First Apostles eyes as he uttered the words of his spell.

Power flared.

Mana flowed.

A disintegration spell poured down the blade.

The Third Apostles strength was failing, Alex had no need to be either quick or kind, so he gave Izas the time hed given Theresa; slowly disintegrating the secret churchs second in command, bit by bit.

He started on his skin, working his way in from there, controlling the spells destructive power.

Holy warriors wailed, crying out, pleading for the Fool to stop, as the Third Apostlethe second most powerful man in all of their churchwas reduced, peeled away like an anatomical specimen in a Generasian blood magic lab.

In heartbeats, Izas was dust, gone.

Alex teleported high above, glaring down with disgust. Before you get any ideas about surrendering, forget it. You dont deserve mercy, you never gave anyone else any. You took my friend, Carey, youre the ones who drove her to her death. She should be here, living her life, being with friends and her parents. She got no mercy from you monsters, so you wont be getting any from me. Maybe, if I believed that you were misguided, things might be different. His jaw hardened. But I know thats not true. You're all so sure of yourselves that you'll never stop. Everyone last one of you believes that you have some secret mission, that it gives you the right to do whatever you want to people, as long as it serves some silent god of yours. And oh, by the way, I can guarantee you one thing: he doesnt begin to care even in the slightest about any of you, or the suffering you're inflicting on others.

The young wizard paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully.

Then he made his decision.

None of them were leaving here alive, andafter what theyd done to him, and his loved oneshe wanted to shake their world.

He had one more thing for them before he unleashed his armys full wrath.

While you're standing there, gaping slack-jawed that your friends dead, I have a little something to tell you, he growled. Do you know why Im so sure that Uldar doesn't even begin to care about you, or what you do? Its because he's dead. He paused, watching them. Thats right, dead. I've actually seen his withered corpse sprawled out on his throne, and you know what? It looks the same as any other dead body. You've been killing people for a corpse!

Gasps swept through the hidden church members.

Horrified eyes fell on Udars armour that the giant was wearing, and then on the weapons he and the spirit were holding.

Warriors shook their heads in disbelief.

Others screamed words of denial, shouting insults at the Fool.

For some, though?

He could see despair and understanding creep across their faces. At last, they understood how he could have taken weapons wielded by their god and not suffered his punishment.

It makes sense a holy warrior sank to her knees His silencethe unpunished blasphemy she murmured.

Hold yourselves strong! Hold onto your faith, children of Uldar! the First Apostle limped away from the wall. Nearby, the Stalkers eyes were darting back-and-forth, all signs of his earlier amusement gone.

The First Apostle glared at Alex with pure hatred. You killed Izas, you killed my dearest friend in this world, you self-righteous hypocrite! Uldar will see you struck down!

Alex laughed then, a cold sound. There's definitely a self-righteous hypocrite here, and it isnt me. And do me a favour, stop threatening me with a corpse, because that's one difference between you and me. I pray to a goddess who actually gives a shit about people, you stammer out phrases to a piece of carrion.

He looked around at the First Apostles followers. Looks like I gave some of you something to think about, and that's good enough for me. As for the rest of you? It's fine if you don't believe me. You will when you get to the after-world. Hows about I give you a headstart with getting to his side?

The General pointed his sword-staff at his enemies.

Then he spoke two words in different elemental tongues.

Kill them.