Chaos Heir

Chapter 1574: Recklessness

The long-haired King’s element was far from complicated. He simply cut things, whether by swinging his knife or by affecting the environment to make it echo his sharp traits.

Since the celestial body and its very atmosphere were made of True Chaos, the King had an especially easy time transferring those traits to the air or other immaterial substances.

The ascension had vastly enhanced that ability, also deepening how much the King could actually cut. It was why the General had ended up like a mess of patchworked flesh after the event, and his last transformation didn’t improve on that aspect.

As soon as the fuming knife clashed with the long, curved horns, a clinging noise resounded, expanding in the area while gaining sharp properties.

Those usually harmless soundwaves became deadly blades under the King’s influence. Major General Arngan’s new skin opened all over at the impact of that invisible attack, with the deepest cuts involving his face.

Linear, smooth, but messy wounds dug through the General’s forehead and nose, only to have no effect at all on his assault. He had headbutted onto the fuming knife, meaning his limbs were free to act.

Major General Arngan raised his clawed hands in a stabbing motion, only for countless cuts to open on his arms. The very air between him and the King seemed to have turned into invisible blades, wounding him at his slightest move.

The King’s smirk broadened at the event. He even released a meaningless whisper, which sent sharp air straight toward the General’s face. However, something violent slammed into him, cutting his attack short.

Major General Arngan had never hesitated or delayed his attack. He didn’t care whether the air was too sharp to cross. He just kept thrusting his arms upward until his claws slammed on the King’s torso.

The King in his ascended state was tough, definitely tougher than the General. The claws pierced his robe and skin, but couldn’t dig too deeply into him, ending up pushing him away.

The King flew upward while Major General Arngan straightened his back. The sharp air flying toward his face crashed onto his chest because of that, cutting through his flesh, but he completely disregarded the injury and unleashed a sudden leap.

The long-haired alien had recovered by then. The impact had sent him into the sky, but his unfolded wings had quickly stopped his rise while continuing to devour the area’s energy.

Major General Arngan had achieved unfathomable speed with his leap, but the King was faster. His fuming knife suddenly released a high-pitched noise, and the sky turned into a hell of sharp traps.

The event wasn’t visible. Even Major General Arngan’s violence-enhanced red vision couldn’t discern between the many sharp items that had abruptly materialized in the remaining path he had to cross.

Still, the General could sense the incoming danger since it reeked of the same need for violence he embodied, meaning he could harness it.

Major General Arngan kept rising in a straight line, diving into that invisible hellscape, which cut him all over. Wounds opened on his unprotected face, shoulders, and upper part of his torso. Dents also appeared on his horns and exposed fangs, but nothing ever hurt him too deeply.

Actually, those injuries were shallower than what the previous exchange had featured. It almost seemed as if the King’s sharpness had lost some of its edge, but that power didn’t just disappear.

Despite having already jumped and not having performed any additional gesture, Major General Arngan accelerated, basically teleporting in front of the floating King and slamming his injured, spiked shoulder on his torso.

At that time, the King’s innate defenses gave in. The spikes on Major General Arngan’s right shoulder stabbed the alien deeply, carving his insides, making splashes of black blood rain down.

The impact also carried enough momentum to send a shockwave through the alien’s insides, wounding him deeply on top of the stabs.

The exchange had a destabilizing effect, almost making the King lose control of the True Chaos flickering on his back. Yet, the addicting ecstasy didn’t diminish at all. It actually intensified.

Somehow, the pain felt enlightening. The injuries the King suffered seemed to convey a truth that stood at the very core of what made him alive.

The pleasure of hurting and getting hurt suddenly began to feel like a spiritual revelation. The longer the King fought against that dark-red giant, the closer he got to that revolutionary answer about the very meaning of life.

Therefore, instead of healing or retreating to a safer position, the King welcomed his injuries and focused on the General’s rising left arm. The latter had launched a follow-up attack as soon as he crashed into his opponent, and his claws had almost reached their target.

The King forsook defensive approaches and met the incoming claws head-on. He thrust down his knife, which pierced one of the sharp nails and continued to cut through it, carving a long wound on the General’s hand, wrist, and forearm.

The cut was deep, almost threatening to pierce the thick limb from side to side. Still, Major General Arngan shared that reckless approach, thrusting his arm even higher, uncaring of the additional damage he suffered.

The knife was sharp enough not to slow down the rising arm at all, but the General’s claws only pierced the King’s shoulder superficially.

Actually, the impact ended up pushing the King away again. Still, he used that momentum to spin on himself, letting the spikes stabbed into him rip his torso apart while he delivered another attack.

As the King spun, air moved alongside him, becoming unfathomably sharp and accompanying his move. He rolled on himself, switching his grip on his knife so that he could slash it at the General while still pointing his back at him.

Attacks that the General couldn’t avoid landed on his side. A series of horizontal knife wounds opened on his abdomen, followed by a deeper cut that almost reached the other end of his torso.

Blood immediately spurted out, seemingly wanting to drag out part of Major General Arngan’s intestines. Yet, his abs tensed, keeping everything inside while his right arm rose, planning to meet the knife that was still swinging at him.