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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 309: Demon (2)

Chapter 309: Demon (2)

While⁠⁠⁠ the Anti-Imperial Alliance‍ destroyed the cocoons,‌⁠ Yuri, who had‌ gone ahead, stood⁠‍⁠ before the tower.​‌

“This…”‌​

A miasma, more intense‍ than ever, pricked⁠ at his skin.​‍⁠ Even breathing was‌ difficult.

“Your‌⁠⁠ Highness, it’s hard⁠ to go any​⁠‌ further.”

Laurent​⁠ and Jared, who⁠ were with him,‍ also didn’t look​​ well.

Even‍ for experts like​‍ them, getting closer‍‍ was difficult due‌‍ to the malignant‍ energy radiating from​‍‌ the tower.

It‍ wasn’t simply that‌‍ their lives were‌⁠ in danger to‍‌‍ the point that⁠​‍ their bodies couldn’t‍⁠⁠ withstand it.

It​ was as if​⁠ the very essence​ of their existence​⁠⁠ was being tested.⁠

Yuri‍ smirked crookedly.

This‍⁠ place, which allowed‍‌ no one without‌ the proper qualifications‌​ to approach, fit‌ perfectly with Cedric,‍‍‌ who looked down‌⁠‌ on humanity and‍‍⁠ intended to create​⁠⁠ a new world.​

“Difficult?”‌

“I​‌ can endure it.”‍⁠​

Yuri​​ touched the back‍‍ of Jared’s neck‍ and felt the‌ cold sweat soaking​⁠ him.

“Doesn’t​‍ seem like it.‌‍​ You won’t be⁠ able to go⁠​ in, will you?”‍⁠‍

“No,‍‌‌ I can.”

“I’ll‍⁠ go alone.”

“That‍​‌ can’t be.”

“Don’t‌​⁠ worry, I can⁠​‌ get out at​ any time.”

“But…”‌‌

Yuri‍⁠⁠ looked up at‌ the tower. Its​⁠‍ shape was strange,⁠ but there were​⁠ definitely openings that‍‍ looked like windows‍‍‍ on every floor.‌

“There’s⁠⁠‌ no other way.​‍ If you can’t‌⁠​ go, who else​​‌ could?”

If‍​‍ Laurent and Jared‌ were like this,​​‍ it was likely⁠ the rest of‍⁠⁠ the Ten Greats⁠⁠‍ would also have​‌⁠ problems inside here,‍‌‍ even if to​‌ a lesser degree.⁠‌

It‌‍⁠ wasn’t an environment​⁠ suited for battle.⁠

“I’ll​⁠⁠ try to lure‌ Cedric outside.”

“Will‍‍⁠ you be all‍ right, Your Highness?”​‌⁠

“I’m‌‍ fine.”

On‌‍ Yuri’s shoulders, the‍⁠ energy of the‍‌ Cut of the​ soul and the‌‌‌ heart shimmered like​ a mirage.

This‌​ mana method, which‍ cut through everything,⁠ repelled black magic.​‍​ Not even the⁠ incomprehensible miasma enveloping⁠‌​ the tower could‍‍​ invade him.

Jared​​ pressed his lips⁠‌ together.

“But…”‌⁠​

When‍​​ Jared tried to‍​‌ shake his head,‌ Laurent pushed Yuri’s​​‌ back.

“Go.”⁠

“Laurent?”⁠​

When‌‍​ he looked, Laurent‍​ jerked his chin‌ toward the tower.⁠‍‌

“Go‍​ get him out‌‍‌ of there.”

“Understood.”‌​

“No,⁠​‌ wait. We can’t⁠ let him go​ alone…”

When​ Jared tried to‍‌​ stop him, Laurent‌​ smirked.

“Strange​‌ for you to⁠ say that now.‍ He’s the one​⁠‌ who brought us‍​ this far. He’s‌‍ been doing everything‌ alone from the‌⁠‌ start. Why worry‌‍​ now?”

“Well…⁠​ I guess you’re⁠ right…”

Jared⁠ looked toward the⁠⁠​ tower.

“That​‍ place really gives⁠ me the chills.”⁠‍​

“That’s‌‍ for us. Yuri‍ Briol will be⁠⁠​ fine.”

“Hmm…​​‍ are you going‌​⁠ to keep calling⁠ him Yuri Briol‌‌‌ so coldly?”

“You‍ just did the⁠​ same.”

“Did‍‌‌ I say Yuri‌‌ Briol?”

Yuri​‍ cut in.

“Enough,‌​ you two. Anyway,​​ I’m going in​‌⁠ alone, so you‍‌‌ stay here. Tell‍⁠​ the others to‌‍ destroy all those‍ cocoons thoroughly. And‍ don’t let your‌ guard down—we don’t‍‍‌ know what might⁠‌ happen.”

“Yes.”‌⁠

“I’ll​‌ be back soon.”⁠‌

Yuri⁠‌ glanced at the‍​ Anti-Imperial Alliance, then⁠‌‍ began moving forward.‍​ Behind him came​‍ Jared’s solemn voice.⁠

“No‍​ one imagined this​‍‍ would be his‌​⁠ end…”

Yuri‌​ let out a laugh.

It​ was so absurd⁠​ he couldn’t help⁠ but laugh.

“Not‍⁠ bad. We’ll settle⁠‌⁠ the score later.”⁠

“Good⁠⁠⁠ luck.”

“Sure.”‍​

Yuri​⁠ walked toward the‌ tower. The entrance⁠ was open, as​ if waiting for​ him, and on⁠⁠⁠ both sides stood⁠‍‌ grotesquely shaped statues.‍

Humans‍⁠‍ screaming, piles of‍​ corpses, monsters he⁠‍ had never seen‍ or even imagined.‍

They​​ filled his entire‍ field of vision.​

Yuri​ put a hand‍ to his head.​

“Ugh…”​‍‌

It​‍ was just like⁠‍‌ the first time​ he faced the⁠ demon grimoire. A suffocating madness seemed​ to pry open⁠​ his skull and​‌ seep directly into‌ his brain.

A blood-red light flickered‌⁠‌ beyond his eyelids.‌‌

An⁠‍ ordinary human would​ have lost their⁠ sanity in no⁠‍ time.

“Truly…”‍

Whether‌‍⁠ it was the‍‍ tower or the​ black magic, the​ taste was repulsive.‍

Yuri⁠‍ swung Guilty and‍​‌ unleashed a wide‌‌⁠ slash. The hideous⁠ statues around him‌ split in two‍‍ and collapsed.

On‌‍⁠ the cut surfaces,⁠​​ human and monster⁠‌​ viscera were revealed.‍ Yuri realized then​ that the statues​⁠ were actually real⁠‌ creatures petrified into‍⁠‌ those forms.

“Disgusting.”⁠​

He‌ spat in disgust⁠⁠ and moved on.‍

The⁠ inside of the⁠‌ tower, like the‌‌​ wall before, was⁠ covered with something⁠ like living flesh.‌‌

When⁠ he got close⁠ to the walls,​ they stirred as​ if to threaten‍‌ him.

He‍‌ reached a staircase.​‍​ When he stepped​⁠ on it, the‌‌⁠ entire floor rippled.‌‍

Without‍⁠‍ him doing anything,⁠‌‌ the steps moved​​ like a wave,‍‌ carrying him upward.⁠‌

Cedric⁠ was calling him.​

Yuri⁠​ could feel it.​

Perhaps‌ he was already‍‍⁠ watching him.

He‍​​ murmured,

“This⁠‍‍ is the new‌​‌ world you want?​⁠⁠ Disgusting… I didn’t​​ know you had‍‍ such tastes, Cedric.”​

Under​ his feet, the​⁠‍ flesh squirmed more‍​‌ violently, as if​​⁠ in response to​​ his words.

Yuri⁠​⁠ smiled and gripped⁠ Guilty tightly.

“All‍‍‌ right, see you⁠⁠ soon.”

Though‍ he appeared calm,‍ he was still‍ watching his surroundings.‍​ He had to‍​ memorize the location​‍‌ of the windows​​ so he could​⁠​ escape at any‍ time.

As‍ he had told‌ Jared, his goal​ was to lure‍‍ Cedric outside. With​ the miasma the‍⁠ tower gave off,⁠ only he could‍‌ fight inside, and‍​ facing a lunatic‍​ like Cedric alone‌​‌ wasn’t a good‌‍⁠ idea.

The‍⁠ spiral staircase carried⁠​ him higher and​⁠‌ higher.

He‍​​ didn’t know how⁠​ much time had‍ passed.

“Yuri⁠⁠⁠ Briol.”

Suddenly,‍‌ someone called out‌​‌ to him. In​‍ that instant, the⁠​ staircase stopped moving.‌

Yuri‍‌ checked the height.‍

There‌‍​ were no markings,⁠‍ but judging by⁠​​ the time, he‍‍‍ estimated he was​ above the tenth⁠ floor.

It​ was already an‍⁠‍ uncomfortable height to⁠ jump from.

“Who​​⁠ are you?”

He⁠ stepped down from‍‌‍ the staircase and‌‍⁠ looked around. The‍ voice was familiar,‌‍ but he couldn’t‌ place it.

“I’m‍⁠ behind you.”

He⁠ turned immediately.

A man in a black robe was‍‌‌ there.

From​‍‍ his build, Yuri​ automatically thought of⁠‌‍ a name.

“Dan⁠‌ Socheon.”

Dan​ Socheon was dead.​⁠‍

Yet,​‌ he could feel​ that man’s aura.​‍‌

He‍‍​ wasn’t surprised. He‌ had already fought⁠ against replicas of‌‌⁠ Hasan, so it​ wasn’t strange for​‍ Dan Socheon to⁠⁠ appear again.

Yuri​‍‍ raised Guilty.

If⁠ someone showed up‌‍‌ and called him​‍⁠ while he was‌ climbing, it was​⁠‌ clear what needed‌⁠ to be done.‍‌

“Did‍‌​ you want to‌⁠ fight me so‌ badly you came⁠‌‍ back from the‌‌‍ dead?”

“I‌ never died.”

“You⁠ died.”

“No.”⁠

Dan⁠​ Socheon drew his‍ sword and stepped⁠‍ forward. The robe⁠‌‍ swayed, revealing a body horribly deformed‌ by black magic.‍

“You​⁠‍ could at least‌‍ dress properly. Walking‍‍ naked under the⁠ robe… are you⁠⁠ a pervert?”

Dan‍ Socheon didn’t react‌​ to the provocation,⁠ only kept approaching‌‌‌ with empty, trance-like‍ eyes.

It​‌ was clear he‍⁠ wasn’t in his‍⁠​ right mind.

Yuri‌‍⁠ stepped back and‌⁠‌ brought Guilty forward.​‌

“All‍ right, if you’re⁠​ that angry, let’s‌⁠ fight again.”

“Because​‍​ of you…”

Dan⁠‍⁠ Socheon spoke.

“The⁠⁠ thousand-year history of‌‌‍ the Demonic Sect‍ has fallen. I will not let‍ you go.”

“If⁠ the Demonic Sect⁠ fell, why blame‌‌ me?”

“Because‍‌‍ of you…”

Yuri​​⁠ looked at him⁠ and smiled ironically.‍

“Is⁠ it my fault?”‍​

“Because⁠⁠ of you.”

“You​‌​ really are out​ of your mind.”⁠

He​⁠ already knew the‍⁠ Demonic Sect’s end—they‌​⁠ tried to attack‍‌ Briol, clashed with‌‌ the Eastern Murim⁠‍ Alliance, fought, and⁠⁠⁠ were finally annihilated‌‍⁠ by Cruar’s Voice‍ of Authority.

It​​ made no sense⁠ to blame him.⁠‍⁠ And even if⁠‍⁠ he had some‍⁠ responsibility, it had⁠‌⁠ been in self-defense.⁠

“Because‌‍‌ of you… because‍‌ of you…”

Muttering⁠ to himself, Dan‌​ Socheon suddenly lunged.⁠​

Yuri​​ nodded.

“Good​ choice.”

It⁠​ was better to⁠‌ swing a sword⁠ than keep spouting‍ nonsense.

Dan​‌ Socheon radiated stronger‍​​ energy than before.⁠‍

He⁠​ wasn’t surprised—those resurrected‍ by black magic‌ were always strangely‌ modified and had‍‍ greater combat power⁠​ than in life.‌​​

“Dan‌‍​ Socheon is already⁠​ dead. You’re fake.⁠ Fake son of…‍‍ you’re a dead‍⁠‌ existence.”

Yuri‍⁠ tried to provoke⁠​‍ him by attacking⁠ his identity, but​⁠‍ Dan Socheon didn’t‌​ flinch. He only​‌‍ charged at him,‌ burning with hatred.⁠​

“I’ll​​‌ kill you and‌​⁠ thus console the‌‍⁠ dead Dan Socheon.”‍

Yuri‍​⁠ gripped Guilty tightly⁠​ and raised his⁠⁠‍ will.

They‌⁠​ were fighting in⁠​ a tower, so‍⁠ he tried not‌​‍ to cause destruction‍​ around him.

No.‌‍‍

Yuri​​ remembered this was⁠ Cedric’s space. He​​‌ could destroy it‍ all without worry.⁠⁠‌

Whether​‌​ the tower collapsed​‌‌ or not, Yuri‌‌‍ unleashed a powerful‍‍‌ sword aura. As‍‍ if responding to‌‍ his will, Chaos​⁠‍ released a force‍​‍ more powerful than‌ ever.

The​‍ sword aura, lit​ by lightning, pierced‍‌‌ Dan Socheon’s body‍ and shattered both​ ceiling and floor.‍‍‌

Then​ blood splattered.

The‍‌‌ building was practically‌ a living being.​‍‌

“Kugh!”‌

The​ aftereffects of the‍ sword attack also‌ hit Dan Socheon.​​⁠ Yuri swung his​⁠⁠ weapon again. The‌ overwhelming sword aura​​‍ rushed at Dan⁠ Socheon.

Faced⁠‍ with this relentless⁠⁠⁠ offensive, Dan Socheon⁠​​ retreated again and​​‌ again, taking wounds.⁠⁠‌

“Fake‌​​ bastard, you can’t​‌‍ even block this?”⁠

Of⁠‌‌ course, the real​‍‍ one wouldn’t have⁠ been able to‍‍ either.

Yuri’s‍⁠‌ sword cut through⁠ Dan Socheon and⁠ the tower without⁠ mercy. The tower‍‌⁠ trembled, watching him.​

It⁠‍ wasn’t that he⁠​⁠ was destroying the‍‌ surroundings entirely on‍‍‍ purpose, but it⁠ wasn’t entirely accidental⁠ either.

The​‍ destruction through indirect‍ intent tore apart⁠‍⁠ Dan Socheon and‌‍‌ everything around him.⁠​

Dan‍ Socheon collapsed into⁠‍ a sitting position.‍‍

“Is‍ that all you’ve‌‍ got?”

Yuri‍‌ increased his output‌⁠ even more. He⁠⁠‌ intended to finish⁠​ him completely.

The​⁠ Chaos Yuri wielded‌‌ now was more‍‍ vivid than ever.⁠‍ He couldn’t believe‌⁠‌ he had become‍​ so strong; he⁠ felt he could‌ do anything.

Dan⁠ Socheon was undoubtedly‌​ strong, and this⁠​⁠ thing, revived by‍‌⁠ black magic, was⁠‌‌ even more so.⁠

But‍ Yuri was much‍ stronger.

“Kugh…”‍‌

As‍ if desperate, Dan​‌‍ Socheon crawled backward⁠ on the floor.​

Yuri⁠‌‌ stepped on the‍⁠‌ air and propelled‍​‌ himself forward, kicking‌⁠‌ him in the‌⁠ chest. Dan Socheon‍‍ fell to the‍ ground, his robe⁠ flying open completely,‍‌ revealing his repulsive⁠‌⁠ insides. Yuri pressed‌‍⁠ down harder.

“What‌‍​ is Cedric doing⁠‍‍ now to send‌‌​ you?”

“Kraaa!”‍‌‍

“Die.”‍

When​‍⁠ the sword came​‌‌ down, Dan Socheon⁠​‍ resisted, thrashing his​​ body altered by‍ black magic.

Yuri‍⁠ cut off his‍‌ hand. Then, from‌⁠‌ the stump, tentacles​ sprouted, taking the‍⁠‍ shape of a hand.

This‍ time he cut‍ off his arm.‍

A scream echoed through​⁠⁠ the place. But​ that wasn’t enough.⁠‌‌ He went further—now‌‌​ he planned to⁠‌ pierce his heart⁠‍ to kill him⁠ completely.

“Stop.”​

A voice cut across⁠‍ his path.

At‌‌‌ the same time,‍‌⁠ the air around⁠⁠​ him began pressing⁠‍⁠ against Yuri’s skin.​⁠

The‍ air entering and‍‍ leaving his lungs​‍ felt rough, and⁠‌ everything he saw‌ seemed to invade‌⁠ his mind to‍⁠​ provoke madness.

The⁠ entire tower was‌‍ harassing him.

Yuri‍ pulled back his​‌ sword.

In⁠ that moment, all​⁠ the symptoms pressing‍ on him vanished.⁠

Yuri​ spat the words.​​​

“Cedric.”‍‍

He⁠ had appeared.

At‌ first, Yuri felt​ pleased, but gradually⁠ his chest grew‌‌ heavy. That man’s‌‍‌ presence felt overwhelmingly⁠‌‍ powerful.

Even⁠‍‍ though he himself⁠​‍ had grown immensely‍‌⁠ in strength, Cedric​​‌ seemed even more‍‌ imposing.

What⁠ kind of power⁠‌ had he obtained?‌

Yuri,‍ catching his breath,​‌‌ turned around.

Cedric‌ stood as always,‌ not leaning to​⁠‍ either side, with​ both legs firm.​⁠

“It’s​⁠ been a while,​ Yuri.”

“Yeah.”⁠

“I’m‌ glad…”

“Stop.⁠‍ Don’t say you’re⁠ glad to see⁠⁠ me.”

“I’m⁠ glad.”

“Shut‌⁠ up.”

Meanwhile,‍‍‍ Dan Socheon, beaten‌⁠‌ down by Yuri,⁠ got up and‌​ knelt before Cedric,‌ bowing in greeting.‌‍⁠

Cedric‌‌​ ignored him completely.​

Yuri⁠‍​ walked over and​‍​ crushed one of⁠‍ Dan Socheon’s legs.‌‍⁠ But he stifled⁠ the scream, probably‍ because of Cedric’s‌ presence.

Cedric‌‌‌ spoke.

“Stop‍​‍ bothering that one.​ How about you​​⁠ and I talk​⁠‌ alone?”

“Talk?”​

Yuri‍ raised Guilty. Before‍⁠ the true enemy,‍ the final opponent,​ Guilty vibrated like‍⁠ never before.

“I‍⁠ don’t think there’s⁠​‍ anything for us⁠‌ to talk about.”⁠​

“Why⁠‍ not? We…”

Ignoring⁠ his rhetoric, Yuri​ controlled his breathing.‌ He measured the​ distance between them.​​

The​⁠‍ moment he finished‌⁠‌ calculating, his body‍ moved before his‌ mind decided.

Time​‌ stopped.

Space​‍ folded.

Yuri‍⁠ reached his target​⁠⁠ in an instant.‍‌⁠

Guilty,​‍⁠ with a fiercer⁠⁠​ momentum than ever,⁠⁠⁠ lunged toward Cedric.‌‍​

At‌ the moment his‍​‌ sword was about⁠‍‌ to strike—

[Power⁠‍ of Voice: Kill.]‍​⁠

Yuri​‍‍ was blown backward.⁠​

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