Queen Era: The Monster I Love - Chapter 163

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CHAPTER 162

Three hours later, the fierce battle had begun to show signs of who was goin to be the winner.

Although with Vidor’s might and strength he killed so many Slyerians, almost equal king the number of men fighting but his men left were really growing weak and tired.

Slash!

He threw his head backward, his long hair flying with it, as a splatter of blood fell on his cheek.

“Hmm.” A long deep breath and he glared at the next prey in sight. “Don’t run, I would make it quick and less painful.”

A light chuckle escaped his lips as his gaze caught someone far off. “Tsk, count this your lucky day. I do not want to bother with shrimps when the big fish is just in front of me.”

The moment he said that, he picked his sword, swinging it in his hands as he stalked closer to the shrimp as he had called him and just when the man was about running, the corners of Vidor’s lips oulled back into a side smile and he leapt, slashinh at the man before charging forth at his prey.

Running, he picked up a sword from a dead soldier and threw it at Yonder.

If he was going to end the fight and be victorious, he might as well just killl their leader. Sometimes, battle wasn’t about number only, but swiftness and strategy.

SWOOSH!

Yonder moved to the side, dodging just in time before Vidor’s attack hit home. He turned around, now fully aware of the monster King, charging at him.

He took up another swords and swung them in his front, with his double sword, he lifted up on his feet and charged with the same vigor at Vidor.

He was personally going to be the one to end this monster king he thought.

And upon getting close, he leapt up, raising both hands and sword, hoping to slash down at Vidor. At the same time, Vidor threw his sword up, picked another one and used it as a protective shield, while his feet gave way for him to slide through in the ground on his knees.

The attack was precise and if not that Yonder was skilled as well and fast, he would have dived right into Vidor’s sword.

Slashing at his thrown sword, he landed behind Vidor, with his swords still in hand and Vidor at his back.

It only took a moment of pause from both of them and they were back on their feet, slashing at each other.

Slash!

Swoosh!

Clank!

In seconds their fight became intense as they fought with all they got.

While his slashes were precise, they lacked the adequate strength that Vidor was putting into his every strike and block.

He flung his sword again, and aVidor blocked, then he used his other hand to slash through from behind Vidor, causing the latter to chuckle.

That single sound caught him off guard and caught his hand holding the sword and…

Crack!

With a heavy blow, he hit his hand so hard that Yonder felt his wrist dislocate and quickly pushed back from. Dior, but he wasn’t planning on letting him escape.

It moved forward, catching him and landing a heavy punch on his face, then threw another under his jaw, causing him to stagger and shift backward.

“Said I have a death wish, huh. I would make sure your death would be painful and agonizing.”

His bloodshot eyes glared at his opponent as he stalked closer twirling his sword in his left hand, ready to slash at him.

Yonder knew this had been unpredicted and with his broken left hand, his fighting would reduce.

Watching the monster king stalk closer, he took steps backward himself and when Vidor lounged at him, he raised his right hand using His sword to parry, Vidor’s attack, but he was so focused on that, that he failed to see Vidor’s incoming fist.

Gbish!

“Aahhh!”

He kicked hard, sending Yonder falling to the ground.

That was it, he was done playing. He needed to finish this before more of his men died.

As he raised his hands, wanting to deliver the last strike…

SWOOSH!

Two arrows flew in his direction. One coming to land close to his feet and the other right at him. He was fast and used his sword to parry the arrow off as his gaze left Yonder for a little while to look at his attackers.

Standing in the hill jot far from them, were about a thousand more men, some of which were archers and the others soldiers ready for battle.

There were more. The Slyerians cakes prepared.

He looked back at Yonder and saw he had scurried to his feet and laughed out loud. “Do you think I would not come prepared to kill you? I still have more, waiting for my signal to attack,” he announced, now feeling more cheeky than before.

“Says the dog that was about to be slaughtered by my sword.”

“Huh, look at your situation again Vidor. Even if you are not tired, your men won’t stand the next wave of fighting and you would be dead soon. Surrender now and I would spare you, giving you front row seat to watch as I trample on Etheria.”

“I guess cutting your tongue out first would be a great Favour from me. Not on my watch would Etheria be taken over.”

“Then you would die where you stand.”

“Hmm, I would make sure to take you and every last Slyerian so, died here with me.”

With that, Vidor raised his hand again, ready for the next round of battle…

“I told you, you were already dead meat when you left your palace. Now I would make it so.”

He raised his hand, ready to give out the order for them to shoot when everyone felt the ground under their feet start to shake.

“What?”

Following the shaking was the engulfing dust that came with it and the ringing that they could not fathom. before Yonder had the chance to figure out what was going on, they saw the shadows of several horses with flags dancing in the air, racing towards the battle from Etheria’s side.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”