Chapter 597: [597] Hypocrite.

Chapter 597: [597] Hypocrite.



Why am I hesitating?

That question plagued his mind, as he, unlike himself, struggled to bring his spear down on the foes on this treacherous walls. Their pure white wings awakened an emotion inside of him, a feeling he was sincerely unaware of right now.

Something...that forced him to not do it, to do his best to not kill these people.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Therefore, he asked himself once again.

"Why am I...hesitating?"

He muttered in the throes of battle, his spear blocked and destroyed the weapons of the attackers, but it did not pierce them, it did not stab them, it did not cut them.

Alan was shaken, he looked at the celestials, their eyes, their bodies, their wings... Something prevented him from reaping their lives.

They were just like humans, the same height, the same skin color, albeit some things would be different due to their aspects... The only stark and common difference was the wings that decorated their backs. A symbol of pride among them, and something that sparked something within.

He finally managed to kill one, and when he did, he stopped to look at the blood that covered his hands, that flowed from the tip of his shaking spear. This moment of reluctance...he had to pay a bitter price to achieve it.

Spears pierced his steel like body, arrows littered his back, all of them enchanted with terrifying enchantments.

The roars of a distinct magical cannon could be heard, it's bullet racing towards him. It hit, but Alan didn't sway.

'Is it because they resemble...humans?'

He reached a conclusion, but he knew it was far, far from the truth. If that truly was the case... Alan would have felt nothing if he killed them. He killed far too many humans to count, some necessary, most unnecessary. He was not a kind man.

He was the devil himself, when needed to be. He looked at most humans with disdain, as expected of his race, the one that stood at the very top! He wasn't...like this before, however.

So if a supreme was unable to do it...what could these delicate beings do? What could they possibly do. How was changing fate supposed to even make him hesitate?

He didn't know...so he gave up. He gave up trying to understand it and let his mind shut down, a technique taught to him by sword saint Arken.

'Sometimes, it's better not to think too much...and just let your instincts take control.'

It seemed he still had a lot to learn from his master... He should probably visit when he got back... He ignored the old man for too long.

He shut his mind down, and let his instincts, his body honed by training so cruel a human couldn't withstand it. A training that even brought a new meaning to the word tired, to a dragon nonetheless. His muscles had their own memory, as well.

He expelled mana from his body, which took all the 'other' things riddling his body with wounds with it, The phoenix bloodline, finally unperturbed, launched into action and healed

his wounds.

And that was the last conscious act he did...

If the sight of their deaths disturbed him... He would close his eyes.

If the song of their screams disturbed him, he would tear his eardrums from within.

If the smell of their blood disturbed him, he would make it so that he would never smell it

again.

And thus...

The true massacre began, and Alan slowly received a new title, being unaware of.

[You have received a new title: Traitorous Hypocrite.]