Chapter 803 Stuck In The Middle



It's been days since they had been doing this in peace, but now the peace is about to end.

At the sight of the approaching calamity of dark energy tide that contains suppressing force despite still being countless miles away across the horizon, the three powerful entities were instantly on edge.

Even the weird Werewolf that Flunra recognizes as an Elder has the same expression.

Despite being more powerful than King Baralt and King Solomon, the Elder was more fearful than the two of them at the sight of the approaching Executor. His face indicates that, filled with trauma of the past.

Since he hasn't adjusted to the era, this kind of reaction is natural for him.

Compared to the ancient times where he lived most of his life, the Executor back then was the most prominent and fear-inducing entity that is dispatched to keep the Supernatural races in line.

But instead of the low-ranking, the Executor focuses more on the high-ranking races.

It's now clear why the Elder has a great reaction at the sight of the Executor heading towards them alone, the amount of death of his kind that he witnessed back then was enough to give him trauma that lasted for thousands of years.

"Elder, remember, we are now equal to them. Don't be afraid" King Baralt said from the side.

Knowing exactly what was on the Elder's mind when he saw the Executor, King Baralt decided to placate the Elder's thoughts, reminding him that the humans that existed right now are not the same as back then.

Even the Executor, who is from ancient times is not as strong as then.

Upon hearing this the Elder gulps harshly before he exhales a deep breath, his eyes then turned serious before he turns his face towards King Baralt, "Evacuate the extraction site, and make sure to bring the extracted lightning stones away"

"What about you, Elder? We should escape too" King Baralt asked again in worry.

Shaking his head decisively with a resolute expression, the Elder's aura started to increase by the second as he faced the incoming Executor, "I'm going to stall that abomination until you evacuated the site, it's imperative that we see this mission to completion"

King Baralt frown when he heard this, he doesn't want to risk losing the Elder.

"In order to let go of this fear, I need to clash with him one time. Don't underestimate your Elder, Baralt. I lived in the cruelest and most depressing regime imaginable, and this weakened Executor would not kill me" Knowing what King Baralt is thinking, the Elder decided to add.

Oozing confidence can be seen coming out of his body, showing his absolute certainty.

Even though King Baralt was worried earlier, that worry disappears almost instantly as he nodded his head in affirmation. It's clear now that the Elder wanted to overcome his induced limitation.

The only way he could free himself from the shackles of his fear is by facing it head-on.

Since the Executor is heading straight toward them right now, there's no better time than doing it right now. Not saying anything further, King Baralt went down towards the extraction site alongside King Solomon.

Both of them started arranging evacuation, preserving what they already mined.

Gazing back into the far horizon, the Elder saw the dark tide is already coming closer rapidly.

Like a vicious omen blowing toward him, multiple violent streams of arcane energy sparks from the dark tide, creating friction against the sky, rumbling heaven under its mighty quake. Nobody can create such a phenomenon except for the Executor.

Swoosh!

Crack!

Knowing that fighting here will be bad, the Elder dashed straight to the side.

In a couple of seconds, he managed to reach miles away from the extraction site before he exploded every ounce of energy inside of him to catch the Executor's attention, blowing a powerful shockwave to the surroundings.

Under the sheer might of the energy, the ground beneath him started to bend inwards.

Akin to his weight becomes even heavier and heavier by the second, causing the ground beneath his feet unable to withstand him and also spreading cracks across the area which act as a testament to his power.

Noticing this, the trajectory of the Executor changed and turn towards him.

Since he now has the Executor's attention, the Elder looks down at the center of his chest to look at the colorless mark below his neck.  Focusing on that mark, it started to shine with a white hue, and its circle-shaped was defined by a glowing outline.

In a moment, an outer ring can be seen appearing around the mark.

Responding to this, the Elder's power increases immensely. But he didn't stop there as another ring appeared, and it spreads white linings throughout his entire body, coating him with more layers of power.

After doing all of that, the Elder then gazes up at the Executor.

"Fifthborn!! It's fate that you awakened around the same time as me!" the Elder roared at the top of his lungs, spreading his arms to the side tauntingly. "I'll show you that without the others, you are nothing but a disappointment!"

BOOM!

A very loud booming sound can be heard as the Executor flew even faster.

With a kick to the air from his feet, a powerful shockwave was created and propelled himself forward even faster. A dark straight scar was left behind his trails as he dived in straight at the Elder like a meteor falling from the sky.

Soon enough, both powerful entities clashed and decimated every single mountain around.

Just their fierce clash alone that produced a thick shockwave mixed with both of their energies, the hard and jutting mountains crumbled as if they were made of a fragile landscape.

Following that was a fierce fight as the two were trapped in a vicious exchange of blows.

Meanwhile, Flunra was stuck and is hiding in the midst of the rubble.

Even though he came here half expecting what he would find, he didn't expect the situation to escalate this fast in mere moments. The first thing he found was the fact that the Werewolves are doing something shady.

Since they are mining lightning stones, Flunra already has a guess.

Knowing that the Storm Moon is approaching, it must have something to do with that.

Not stopping at that, his surprise increases when he found that an Elder was present amongst them, meditating beside King Solomon and King Baralt. It was a full-on Elder, nearing the top five generations from the Origin.

Flunra knows this due to the fact that the Elder is not that furry and his skin is armor.

Due to the vicious and unforgiving world that the ancient Supernatural races lived in including the Werewolf race, their anatomy evolved into a state that has the sole purpose of battle and survival.

It was due to that their skins are not only covered in furs but also black armor.

Moving to the more older generation of Werewolves, their bodies become bigger and bigger as well as their armor becoming thicker and thicker. The Werewolf Origin himself doesn't resemble modern Werewolves.

Since this Elder has quite a thick black armor, Flunra guessed that he was from the top five.

Just from this alone, Flunra has the urge to report this to Rex.

If the Werewolves are able to wake up one of their Elders to do whatever they are trying to do right now, then trouble is definitely coming. 'The Elders should slowly regain their consciousness during the First Breath, but it seems the Werewolves gained a natural mineral to hasten that process...'

Everything has been fruitful enough, but the situation keeps on escalating.

Now due to the crack in the energy-suppressing barrier, the Executor sensed the energy they are brewing and didn't waste any time to come here. A fight between the Elder and the Executor instantly breaks out.

With his white King Mark activated, the Elder puts up a great fight against the Executor.

Crash!

The Executor and the Elder were blasted a distance away as they clashes against each other. Recovering from that clash, the two of them then stared at each other, eyes burning with the intent to kill.

"It's the wrong era to be in for you, Fifthborn..." The Elder said with a grin.

Upon hearing this, the Executor clenched his jaw before his energy shot to the sky, responding to his anger.  "I don't know who you think you are, but I'd think twice about being arrogant in front of me. See those hands of yours shaking? It seems your body reckon of what we used to do with low-class slaves that showed such insolence" 

"Also, your energy is depleting. Unlike me, you're not awakened fully" he added smugly.

Since he awakened before the time thanks to King Baralt and King Solomon that found a powerful item that contain immense lunar energy, it's true that he was not Awakened fully like the Executor.

If the reserve of lunar energy is depleted, then he would go unconscious again.

The Elder knew that if something like that happened, then he would be pretty much dead.

But the pride of him being an older Werewolf was not going to back down, to see younger Werewolves has adapted out of the fear of humans, he also wanted to do the same and disperse the sense of inferiority within him.

"Don't you worry about me, I will be perfectly fine if I'm only fighting you" the Elder replied.

Upon hearing this the veins in the Executor's neck bulged, and he was mocked again which is the last thing he wanted in this era. "Then Werewolf it is..." the Executor mutters, he then puts on a maniacal smile.

"I'm going to find the Werewolves and kill every single one of you first" He added savagely.

With that, the Executor flicks his hand and summoned two black chains.

Each black chain is wrapped around his arm with the end of it a triangle-shaped sharp blade, almost like the head of a spear but black and burning with dark energy. The Executor didn't waste any time and launched his attack.

Controlling the black chains, he then threw them at the Elder.

Like a coiling snake, the two black chains managed to catch the Elder and pierced through the arms before they wrapped also wrapped around them. At the sight of this, the Executor smiled.

But as he intends to pull the black chains, he was the one being pulled instead.

Bam!

The Executor was caught off guard when he was pulled and got headbutted straight to the nose, a useless act as it did almost nothing to him but regardless disrespectful as he the Elder did that just because he can.

"Primordial Chains, it's weak when it first latched onto a target. Am I right...?"

~

Meanwhile, somewhere inside a dark swamp.

Rex is walking through the swamp while using his red force to create a barrier around him, the mutated insects in this dark swamp are swarming, and his vision were even blocked by their sheer numbers.

On the side, Calidora also did the same but with her blood energy instead of red force.

"Is there still no sign of cursed energy around here?" Rex asked.

Upon hearing this Calidora closes her eyes for a brief moment before she eventually opens them back and shakes her head, "No, it's either these insects are blocking my senses, or there's really nothing here"

"Maybe we're still too far, there should be something here" Rex replied decisively.

Even though Calidora already asked earlier how can he be so sure that there was a concentrated cursed energy here, he didn't answer. But that didn't upset Calidora in a bit, being with him alone is a delight to her very being.

Moreover, the sound of his pumping heartbeat is also a satisfying melody to her ears.

But as they walked for another ten minutes, coursing through the dark swamp that are moist and wet, Calidora suddenly stopped when she sensed something, "I sensed something, it's coming from over there"

Rex quickly dashed in that direction quickly, not wanting to lose this chance.

It was after a couple of seconds later, he managed to arrive in a glade that exposes two figures under the moonlight. At the sight of those figures, a relieved smile appeared on Rex's face.

"Found you..."