The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

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I felt my Estingia seal bloom from my belly and climb through my body, concentrating in my arm.

Lines of red energy tattooed my skin and kept going until they reached the cold steel, which began to heat beneath my grip.

The hilt burned red-hot. The sword seemed to be forging itself all over again inside a furnace, burning my hand, but I didnt let go.

Because that sword would be the one to save me.

From one moment to the next, the lycan realized that if he finished me off, the siege from my wolves would end too.

His hand caught me off guard when he struck me with a blow that sent me flying, and my head smashed against a rock.

It was so brutal that for a few seconds, I saw only darkness in front of my eyes. I felt myself lose control over my magic wolves, and they disappeared.

No, no!

I screamed, shaking my head, stunned, fighting to get up. My vision was blurry, but I could already feel the thunder of him running toward me.

Everything happened in a single second, a second where I gambled my life completely.

I could squeeze the stone right then and return safely, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let this crime happen. I couldn’t leave without winning.

So I injected every bit of power in my body into my hand, which trembled from the pain.

It was as if the fire flared even higher.

“Aaahahh!” I screamed in pain and agony, but I clenched my teeth and thrust the sword forward with all my strength as I lay back on the ground and found something to brace against.

His elbows crashed into my ribs, making them crack when his weight sank down onto my weapon.

I held the sword with both hands while I screamed like a madwoman. Hot liquid splashed all over my face, and the lycan’s sounds grew rougher and rougher.

He was on top of me, and I thought I would die crushed beneath him when he finally collapsed without strength.

His heart had been pierced by an enormous sword, its blade covered in the red patterns of my seal, glowing as if it were made of obsidian.

It was beautiful. Lethal.

But it was draining my energy like a parasite devouring Estingia magic.

Suddenly, the lycan on top of me disappeared. He turned into mist, like the same mist that had welcomed me into this

illusion.

Only the sword remained. It was much longer than I had thought at first, and it was still anchored to my raw, ruined hand.

1 wanted to let go of it… but I couldn’t.

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