Chaos Heir

Chapter 1420: Newcomer

Colonel Norrett regained consciousness in time to watch the crushing defeat unfold.

The King was still in his previous position, keeping Major General Arngan down while his free hand ripped chunks of his monstrous transformation off.

The horns were the first to go, followed by the General’s sharp nails. The King even ripped off his sharp metal fingers one by one before moving to his fangs.

Blood spurted out whenever one of those body parts flew off, thrown away by the curious King. Major General Arngan also struggled to no end, unfazed by pain or notions of defeat, but nothing could oppose the alien evolved warrior.

At some point, the King even rolled the General over, addressing the spikes on his back. Those bone-like protuberances snapped as if they were mere twigs at the touch of that black hand, but Major General Arngan only growled in anger at that agonizing pain, slamming his legs and arms onto the sand to try to fight back.

Of course, nothing worked. The General had become the King’s plaything now, and Colonel Norrett could only find comfort in the fact that his friend and superior had insane regenerative properties. Even his metal arm could regrow since it was part of him now.

Nevertheless, Colonel Norrett also realized that the two of them had to escape that terrible predicament before thinking about recovering. Still, his body opposed his every effort to move or straighten himself.

Colonel Norrett easily understood why. He only had to look down, digging his face through the sand to peek at the state of his chest. A large hole that left his lungs and beating heart exposed was still releasing blood onto the desert, showing no signs of healing.

Evolved warriors existed past their physical limits, but the King seemed to have affected the Colonel deeply with his simple grabbing motion. He had lost something important during that exchange, and his being would take time to refill that gap, leaving him powerless in the meantime.

That outcome was beyond shameful. Despite being evolved warriors and relying on the mutagen, Colonel Norrett and Major General Arngan couldn’t do anything against one of the Scarlet Eyes’ Kings.

To make things worse, Colonel Norrett realized another terrible detail. He saw how the King didn’t use the glowing smoke on the back of his figure even now. His existence was simply on a superior level, and that was enough to dispose of ordinary evolved warriors.

In hindsight, that outcome made sense. The Scarlet Eyes’ power classification wasn’t exactly precise, but the Kings obviously had to be far superior to the warriors.

Yet, that difference in power remained shocking. Colonel Norrett couldn’t move, but calculations flooded his mind, and the results were concerning.

The mutagen could even the playing field, especially if the allied front truly worked together to create a joint force. However, quantity wasn’t the only issue there.

Even if the allied front could match the number of warriors in the Scarlet Eyes’ army, it would also need a way to deal with the Kings. Based on what the Colonel was witnessing, he didn’t know whether his force had enough people at that level.

There was also the infamous God to account for, whom Colonel Norrett couldn’t even begin to consider. He was unable to comprehend how strong that King was, so something even superior was beyond the limits of his imagination.

Once the King was done with all of the General’s monstrous protuberances, he lifted him out of the sand to inspect his work. The titanic, fearsome demon was nothing more than a bleeding mess of holes and wounds now, but his body still tried to move, albeit weakly.

The King didn’t like that, so he threw the General away, who crashed into the sand and dug through it, disappearing underground, pushed by an unfathomable momentum that didn’t match the casual gesture at all.

The alien evolved warrior seemed to lose interest in his two human opponents at that point. He glanced in the distance, checking his remaining underlings, before stretching his right arm.

The smoke on the King’s back started to rise at that gesture. Tongues of that glowing, dense gas grew past his figure, seemingly wanting to stretch into the sky.

However, Colonel Norrett saw how that growth suddenly stopped. The True Chaos retracted toward the King’s back while he glanced at the sky.

Then, the Colonel saw something he would have never expected the King to wear. The previous interest didn’t return. Instead, a trace of seriousness invaded his face while his scarlet eyes descended toward Colonel Norrett.

The Colonel began to worry that the King wanted to finish him off, only to see that a pair of feet had appeared before him, blocking his view. Something also pulled him up, putting him in front of a blue glow.

"You sure got beaten up pretty badly," A familiar, almost cheerful, voice reached Colonel Norrett’s ears. "Ah, well. It’s good that you showed up at all."

Colonel Norrett was in no state to see past the blue glow. Part of him realized what was happening, but his thoughts focused on something else.

"The General," Colonel Norrett whispered.

"Yes, yes, I sensed him," The familiar voice replied, placing the Colonel on what looked like a Thilku cape. "Though time sure flies. I wasn’t told he had evolved, too."

Being on the newcomer’s back put the Colonel before long strands of blue hair, basically setting his identity in stone. Still, Colonel Norrett couldn’t linger in those thoughts when he saw that they were walking toward the King.

Colonel Norrett couldn’t think of anyone besides the newcomer who could handle the King. Still, he preferred the battle to happen when he was far away.

Yet, to the Colonel’s surprise, the King merely watched as the newcomer walked right past him, reaching the place where the General had disappeared without triggering any attack.

The Colonel didn’t have the time to worry about eventual excavations since the sand directly disappeared, creating a deep cavity that had Major General Arngan’s maimed body at its bottom.

The newcomer seemed to teleport directly there, leaning down to pull the General up. His skin was still dark-red, and growls escaped his broken fangs once he sat up, vouching for his lost mind. His sanity looked gone, but the newcomer knew about a quite straightforward fix.

"Shut it," The newcomer said, flicking the General’s forehead, who slammed back onto the hole’s bottom, fainting on the spot.

The flick carried more than mere physical strength since the General’s skin started to change after he fainted. His dark, reddish shades retreated, paving the way for his normal complexion.

The demonic transformation as a whole reversed, but the Colonel couldn’t inspect the scene anymore since the newcomer grabbed the General and teleported out of the hole to return to the desert’s surface.

"My wife will patch you up soon enough," The newcomer announced, completely ignoring the King to walk toward the intact parts of the city. "I’ll take care of everything else."

"As you wish," Colonel Norrett whispered, smirking as that reassuring presence made him relax, only leaving him enough awareness to add a few more words before fainting again. "Little shit."