33 Risen#re - Chapter 369

The ballistae released loud explosive sounds, as not the bolts but rather the springs shot out of the siege engines, and it wasn’t just one was all twenty and all three slings that could fire a bolt.

It completely took the soldiers by surprise, and many of them paid a heavy price.

The springs shot out and pierced through the bodies of the soldiers, there was so much tension in the springs that it crumpled their armour and wounded them seriously, and for many that wasn’t the end, in their surprise they back away and slipped of the walls, falling to their deaths.

“Did you plan that?” Izlandi whispered to Lirian while everyone was still distracted.

‘I rigged the weapons’ she heard Lirian say into her mind, ‘But as for the deaths, that was beyond my wildest imagination,’ she heard Lirian laugh in her mind.

‘By my sacred name, that has got to be such a humiliating death, death by spring,’ Lirian mused with tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

‘Keep your distance for now,’ she heard Lirian say seriously, ‘The main course has just arrived.’

“Main course?” Izlandi muttered tilting her head, when suddenly the entire roof trembled causing her to slip.

Luckily she wasn’t on the edge or she would have fallen, as she looked forward a bulge formed in the roof like something wanted out and in the next second she saw her father emerge on the roof with cracked tiles and concrete flying through the air.

In Izlandi’s memories her father always had a single expression, his face would always remain calm even when he was angry, it was a source of fear for many, but it was also proof that he was always maintaining control over himself.

But currently none of that calmness existed, his face was contorted with rage, his ugly lips were trembling all the while, it was quite the horrific sight, and opposed to the monstrous hideous beast without any control stood Lirian.

He was the very definition of calm and composed, and the complete opposite of her father in every aspect as he rose from the ground and hovered a few inches above her father.

“Sorry, but I can’t allow rubbish to stand higher than me,” she heard Lirian say with a smirk, his spear was hanging over his shoulder in a relaxed and unfazed manner.

Even when faced with her father’s fury he didn’t seem to care.

“You little bastard, I’ll kill you!” her father roared a guttural roar, that stemmed from his heart, “Centuries, my centuries of blood and sweat, you’ve ruined everything!” he roared like a beast on the verge of collapse and brought out his sword, it was a large body length broad sword.

He sliced down with all the power in his body, it was a slice meant to heck Lirian in half.

“I did do that,” Lirian replied calmly, Lirian identified the grade of the weapon, it wasn’t exotic grade, but as far as mystic grade weapons went, it’s ability to handle energy and take impacts was top notch.

Lirian spun the spear in his hands and smacked the blade of course with the blade of the spear.

It created a large ringing explosion as the two blades met, then Rupid was thrown of course and all the force of his strike travelled down into the roof, an entire corner of the roof was instantly flattened and crushed under the impact.

Large pieces of debris and rubble broke of from the keep and went crashing down into the gardens.

Lirian diverted the attack to make sure it didn’t affect Izlandi too much, in his current rage Rupid seemed to have lost all his reason.

“But then I didn’t get the memo that said I was supposed to care,” Lirian added with a cold smirk.

“Damn you,” Rupid cursed at him and swung the blade at Lirian.

Lirian twisted and dodged as Rupid sliced and attacked, Lirian recognised the movement to be a sword form, and with every strike even if he missed Rupid was putting his body through the motions to build up the tension in his body for the final strike of the form.

Lirian followed the movements carefully and read Rupid’s moves, before he even performed them Lirian was able to understand what was coming next.

As Rupid moved his aura started to wrap around his body, a thick layer of yellow light and in response Lirian activated his own aura, the metallic purple aura wrapped around Lirian like a tailored suit of armour.

As Rupid reach the last three moves of his form his aura started to merge with the form and fuel it’s power, the third last slash was filled with enough power, to release waves of pressure that reached the walls in the distance.

The soldiers on the wall watched on with anxiety and routed for their lord to seize victory, yet they were afraid as they looked at the silver haired devil who never opened his eyes.

He still seemed to be at perfect ease as he stepped in and out of their lords attacks, then when an attack seemed to come close he would wield his spear with such precision and steer the attacks of course with graceful ease.

Lirian felt the power behind the second last slash, the sheer pressure it released was likely enough to still an adept’s breathing, yet to Lirian it was just another attack destined to miss.

Lirian smiled as Rupid built up all the tension necessary for the final strike his muscles where the tension was built up bulged with indominable power.

“Your finished,” Rupid said coldly he was bristling with confidence at the strike that was about to released.

“That’s my line!” Lirian smirked taking his hand of his spear.

“There’s a rule for those who are using the forms,” Lirian said, “Don’t stop once you start and never stop when you near the end,” and with the agility of a viper, he released a palm strike on the point where all the tension was built up.

Bang.

“AHHHHHH,” no one really saw what happened, all they heard was the pained howl of Rupid that tore though the first rays of light that came with the rising sun.

The sword in his hand went flying down into the pasture, where the horse’s slept, as for Rupid, his forearm had swollen to four times its size, it rapidly turned to a sickly purple as blood and puss oozed from the wound.

Lirian appeared in front of Rupid and whipped his leg forward, his kick landed with devastating force that launched Rupid flying through the air.

A wind tunnel formed around Rupid as he streaked past the keep gates.

A loud crash followed when the Lord of House Kurt went hurtling through the sky and crashed into his city.

Lirian quickly rose up into the sky and his gaze went down through the keep, “Don’t think that I haven’t noticed what you’re up to down there,” Lirian said, no one knew who he was speaking to except the person in question.

“All thirty-four runes of fire fused into one spell,” Lirian commented to Conner who’s eye shrunk, down in the keep when he heard Lirian.

“I’ll admit you’re better than I give you credit for, but you’re still way out of your league here,” Lirian said.

Conner leapt through the broken roof of the keep, his eye’s red with unbridled anger as he looked at Lirian.

“This is for my daughter!” he roared and a rune formation that begun to resemble a spell circle shone brightly, as it released raging torrents of fire that spewed forth and threatened to burn even the skies.