Chapter 449 Bearer Of The Blood Of The Primarch

Chapter 449 Bearer Of The Blood Of The Primarch

Rowena's voice was calm but carried an underlying edge as she addressed Drakar, "You will regret it if you go to war with us," she stated, her gaze unwavering.

Drakar's response was laced with contempt and a sense of long-held grievances, "Haha devils... Did you not hear what your so-called immortal king did? He conquered the tower but also rendered the pact void on the way. Now, don't you think this is the moment our ancestors have been waiting for...to finish our unfinished business? We were robbed of our rightful kingdom, our lands, and our bloodline rights and forced to swallow our humiliation and losses for thousands of years. We have been preparing for this war for all these centuries. So, you still think we are going to regret it?"

Rowena, maintaining her composure, replied in a frigid tone, "You will only end up losing more than what your kingdom has now. So you can turn back now and leave. If you don't... then I won't stop at nothing if you try to destroy my kingdom," she stated, her tone icy and resolute.

Drakar's laughter rang out, a sound filled with disdain, "Listen to you... so young and powerful but arrogant, and I like that because it makes it easier for me. Your father was arrogant too, and look where that got him. Trying to conquer the Severed Realm, a fool's errand, only to end up dying like your forefathers. I guess that is some foolishness you people inherited from our common ancestor."

Asher, overhearing Drakar's booming voice, had his expression hardened, while Naida furrowed her brows as she saw the look on his face.

Drakar's smile twisted with scorn as he continued, "I really wished he was standing before me so that I could have wiped that smug smile off his face myself after making him watch me burn down his little kingdom and take all those dragons back."

Unperturbed by Drakar's provocations and after calmly listening to them, Rowena drew her whip, which suddenly ignited with blazing crimson flames, "So you have chosen death," she declared, her voice frighteningly cold.

With a flick of her wrist, she lashed out her whip towards Drakar, the fiery weapon cutting through the air with lethal intent.

Drakar grunted as he deflected Rowena's whip with his huge black wings and said with a scoff, "You really think you can take both of us on?"

Rowena, undeterred, answered with unwavering confidence, "No. I believe it," Her figure surged forward, whip raised, ready to crack their bodies with her whip.

Lysandra frowned, feeling that despite being a queen she was being far too confident not that it would make any difference.

Drakar turned to Lysandra with a scoff, "Let's pincer her from both sides and finish her off right now. It will make it so much easier to kill her while her dragon is busy," he suggested, confident in their combined strength.

Lysandra merely nodded as she vanished and reappeared behind Rowena, positioning herself for a coordinated assault.

Drakar charged from the front, his weapon, a dark red lance, at the ready.

"Burn her down!" he roared, unleashing a torrent of flames that enveloped Rowena. Simultaneously, Lysandra brandished her dark silver staff, its sharp dark red crystal top radiating fiery light.

A sea of dark red flames surged forward, converging with Drakar's attack, creating an inferno that engulfed and blasted Rowena to the ground, leaving a small crater in its wake.

From a distance, Asher, wracked by pain and helplessness, cried out, "Rowena! Urgh!" He attempted to move, but the searing heat within him flared, immobilizing him with pain.

*Whoosh!*

Without a word, Rowena responded not with words but with action. Her whip, alight with fierce crimson flames, lashed out towards Drakar with devastating speed. Drakar attempted to parry the strike with his lance, but the intense heat emanating from Rowena's whip began to warp and melt the metal of his weapon, rendering his defense futile as he struggled to free it from her whip's grip.

Simultaneously, Lysandra took the initiative, her staff raised high as she conjured a hundred fiery orbs in the sky. With a swift motion, she directed the fiery barrage towards Rowena, the orbs descending like a relentless meteor shower, each one a beacon of destruction and with enough power to blast a low-level Soul Devourer to pieces.

Rowena's stoic figure remained unfazed as she witnessed the hundred orbs of dark, fiery energy descending upon her.

With a chilling calm, she raised her other hand. Her skin, once pale, now turned unnaturally pale, her visage adopting a haunting, eerie demeanor.

Demonic crimson lines traced across her face like the intricate patterns of some arcane ritual. From her palm emerged a small, rapidly swirling vortex of blood and fire, a maelstrom of destruction that twisted and devoured the very space before it, warping and altering reality itself.

The fiery orbs, initially aimed with deadly precision, found their paths altered, irresistibly drawn into the swirling abyss. One by one, they were consumed, their essence disintegrating into raw dark energy, fueling the vortex as it grew in size and power.

With a forceful tug at her whip, Rowena shattered Drakar's lance, rendering it into molten steel that dripped to the ground with a hiss.

Frustration etched on his face, Drakar could only watch as his weapon disintegrated. Meanwhile, Lysandra, attempting to strike from behind, found herself repelled by the sudden unfurling of Rowena's crimson wings, the powerful motion sending her staggering backward.

Asher, observing the unfolding battle while grappling with his own excruciating pain, murmured in confusion and concern, "Why... Why is she going all out already?"

Naida, standing by his side, softly shook her head, her voice tinged with understanding, "Because she knows her best bet is to kill these two as fast as possible and get you out of here before Drakar sends more of his men. All the powerhouses of Draconis Kingdom may not overpower us individually in raw power. But their true strength was always in their vast numbers and resources...not their individual strength."

Drakar, witnessing Rowena's display of might, sneered, the strain of resisting the vortex evident in his voice, "Clearly, you were hiding your power all this time, huh? How clever for someone who had recently only ascended the throne," Saying so, he channeled one of his most powerful abilities, warping the space before him to such an extent that the vortex suddenly reversed, now threatening to engulf Rowena herself.

Having no choice, with a focused snap of her fingers, Rowena dissipated the vortex, but the backlash of such a sudden action was immediate and brutal. She staggered, coughing out blood, her body reeling from the impact as if struck by a thousand hammers.

In that vulnerable moment, Drakar seized his chance. Appearing behind Rowena with predatory swiftness, he clutched her neck in a vice-like grip, making Rowena grimace.

With his other hand, he brandished a sharp dagger, its blade glinting ominously as he aimed it straight for her heart, "You might be strong but you are far too inexperienced against me!"

The scene unfolded with heart-stopping intensity. Asher's eyes widened in horror as he saw Drakar bringing down the dagger toward Rowena's heart while his body refused to move an inch.

"Rowena..." But before he could react, a sudden bout of dizziness overtook him, his vision blurring as darkness crept at the edges of his consciousness. He cursed at the fact that he was going to get knocked out at a crucial time like this.

He felt blood escape his lips, and then a pair of soft arms enveloped him, cradling him as his senses faded into oblivion. The world around him disappeared, leaving only silence and darkness in its wake until even the pain wreaking havoc in his body began to fade away till he felt nothing.