The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5119

Radmus let out a frosty snort, his gaze sweeping across Bloodbane Palace to the long-since-collapsed altar at its center. “It seems I’ll have to go and find it myself…”

At that very instant, a streak of emerald light tore open the heavens—Jared had finally arrived!

He took in the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood spread out before him, sensed the lingering ripples of self-destruction energy still trembling across the floor, and fixed his eyes on Radmus, whose body was now puppeteered by the blood corpses. Jared’s eyes instantly reddened.

“Father!”

Nymeria’s anguished scream ripped through the carnage; she could feel that her father’s aura had vanished completely.

Jhaelyn, Jemina, and Thorley reached the scene a heartbeat later. The devastation that confronted them drained every last drop of color from their faces.

Jhaelyn clapped a trembling hand over her mouth, tears glimmering in her eyes. “W-what in the world happened here?”

All of Bloodbane Palace had become a charnel field—piles of bodies, rivers of blood, not a single soul left alive.

Even Jemina and Thorley stood rooted to the spot, stunned and horrified by the spectacle before them.

It was tragic—unspeakably, unbearably tragic.

Nymeria felt the world go black. Her body gave out, and she slumped to the ground in a dead faint.

Jemina darted forward, caught Nymeria, and began channeling strand after strand of celestial energy into the young woman’s body.

Nymeria’s eyelids fluttered open. The moment she saw Jemina, she broke down, sobbing, “My home is gone… I have no home left…”

Watching Nymeria like that made the veins on Jared’s forehead bulge; the killing intent in his eyes overflowed, thick and violent.

Radmus turned to face Jared. The face now enslaved by the blood corpses curled into a warped, eerie smile. “Oh? So you finally made it, Jared. Perfect—killing you now will save me a lot of trouble.”

Jared answered with silence. He slowly summoned the Dragonslayer Sword; the blade thrummed, and emerald sword energy spiraled around him, forming a razor-edged aura that cut at the air itself.

Power boiled inside him. The sight of Dincelius' sacrifice, the ruination of Bloodbane Palace—an inferno of rage unlike any he had ever known roared to life in his chest.

“You killed Mr. Dincelius and laid Bloodbane Palace to waste…”

Jared’s voice was colder than ten-thousand-year ice. “Today you will repay that blood debt—with your own blood!”

Before the last syllable faded, Jared shot toward Radmus like a green comet.

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