Chaos Heir

Chapter 1576: Weakest

That brutal, primal blow had a completely different impact in Lord Enforcer’s view.

The Royal Guard couldn’t sense or see the strange form of energy Major General Arngan could harness. No one could. However, the Thilku had learned some of its rules, gaining far deeper insights into that seemingly basic and reckless exchange.

Truth be told, Major General Arngan was weaker than the King. His element had more potential, incredibly so, but he had risen to his current level mere weeks ago.

Meanwhile, the King had a simple, direct, and deadly element empowered by the dreadful True Chaos. He could theoretically fight endlessly, relying on his superior flexibility to wear down his opponent without ever putting himself in danger.

However, Major General Arngan had been aware of that truth, too, so he had relied on another, more insidious aspect of his element.

Instead of harnessing the urge for violence the King radiated, stealing it to weaken him, the General decided to intoxicate him with a primal ecstasy for battle.

The reckless offensive on both sides hadn’t been a case. The more the two fought, the deeper the King sank into a heated, unrestrained, and careless mental state, making him disregard far clearer and safer paths to victory.

At the same time, the General had to match that recklessness to continue pulling the King deeper into that wild state. He knew he couldn’t win in a prolonged battle, so he laid a dangerous trap that might create the opportunity for a winning move.

Lord Enforcer spotted that opportunity even before it came to fruition, and its outcome ended up matching his prediction. Major General Arngan’s now monstrously big mouth bit off more than half of the King’s head, leaving the True Chaos at a loss for words.

In ordinary circumstances, the True Chaos would have probably healed the King, rebuilding his face and fixing whatever injuries he had suffered. It was a superior energy in the end, able to achieve miraculous feats as if they were the norm.

Nevertheless, the heated state the King had been infected with had made him send all his energy toward his knife. What was left of it had even condensed to prepare another unclear attack.

Therefore, when the General bit off the King’s face, the True Chaos fell into a state of deep confusion. On the one hand, it had a basic programming to follow. Yet, it also shared that primal drive, failing to divert itself toward healing functions.

That state of confusion continued even after the almost headless King fell lifelessly to the ground, cracks spreading all over his injured figure. The True Chaos simply hung in the air, gathered where the wings and knife used to be, only for the swipe of a clawed hand to disperse it.

Like that, that fearsome energy refused with the world, while the King’s body kept cracking until it crumbled into nothingness, leaving the dark-red, bloodied giant alone.

Major General Arngan breathed loudly a few times, growls inevitably escaping his fanged mouth. He searched for the King’s presence, clinging to his dwindling strength with all he had, only for his legs to give in once he confirmed his victory.

The General fell to his knees and spat loudly, glowing black dust escaping his mouth alongside blood and saliva. As his adrenaline levels went down, he became more aware of his terrible state and the pain it caused, and things didn’t end there.

Cracking noises resounded as the General’s bone structure started to change. His violence-enhanced muscles deflated, and his sharp protuberances receded as his whole figure shrank.

The many cuts closed, but the deeper ones left behind scars. Major General Arngan’s skin also grew lighter, losing its darker streaks to focus on its redness. His hands remained in a terrible state, but his condition stabilized otherwise.

By the time the General shrank to a more human-sized shape, he had recovered and calmed down enough to sit on the ground. His eyelids felt heavy, but he forced them to remain open, focusing on his almost useless hands before the sound of calm steps diverted his attention.

The face that rose to look at Lord Enforcer was far less demonic than it had been at the start of the invasion.

Major General Arngan’s fangs had shrunk so much that they barely peeked out of his mouth anymore. He had also lost most of his horns, only having two protuberances on his head left.

“You should have gone ahead,” Major General Arngan grunted, wanting to growl, only for his voice to remain quite human.

“The environment below this plane follows intricate rules,” Lord Enforcer explained. “I must gather my strength before I can straighten them.”

“Plane?” Major General Arngan repeated, not understanding that explanation at all and feeling too tired to make sense out of it.

At once, Lord Enforcer understood he was speaking with a kind of hopeless idiot he knew far too well and adjusted his explanation. “If we jump into the canyon blindly, we will lose our way.”

“Couldn’t you have said that right away?” Major General Arngan complained, peeking past his shoulder to look at the canyon. “We should hurry and follow the others anyway.”

“You are in no condition to fight at that level again, General Arngan,” Lord Enforcer pointed out. “And your weakness isn’t something I can heal.”

“Don’t you think I know it?” Major General Arngan scoffed, shaking his head. “But you heard that thing. It seems your Emperor and the brat haven’t done a good job at keeping it busy.”

The implications were obvious. Even Lord Enforcer had considered that point earlier. The True Chaos’ God had directly sanctioned his Kings’ ascension, meaning he had the time to do so.

That could mean many things, especially terrible ones. Yet, Lord Enforcer didn’t fall prey to worries. He couldn’t really experience that feeling in the normal way, and it would be pointless to anyway.

“The God’s manifestation is no cause for immediate alarm,” Lord Enforcer responded. “And if my Emperor and Lord Blue Shaman have been defeated, our universe is already lost.”

“Is the fact that we are alive proof that they are still fighting?” Major General Arngan wondered.

“That’s correct,” Lord Enforcer confirmed.

“You are more optimistic than you look, Mister Royal Guard,” The General commented. “However, we have other companions that might need our help.”

“Our help would be superfluous in our current state,” Lord Enforcer coldly rejected. “And I happen to be the weakest Royal Guard. The role you are proposing is better left to the rest of the Royal Court.”