Chaos Heir

Chapter 1424: Pew

Of course, Khan didn’t know whether the Scarlet Eyes’ Kings followed the same patterns as the scouts, but it sounded like a safe bet. After all, his opponent wore similar horns on his forehead, so the chances of a possible power-up were high.

Yet, the King didn’t reach for those small protuberances on his forehead. He stepped outside the human-sized dent his figure had created when he slammed into the wall, landing on the white sand and raising his arms into a fighting stance.

“[Kings’ horns aren’t for Kings to break],” The King announced as the flickering smoke on his back rose higher. “[Son of the mana].”

“My father’s name was Bret,” Khan snorted, lifting his still-releasing-mana left hand.

A thunderous noise resounded high in the sky. Few dense clouds appeared far above the defensive wall, darkening, before brightening, gaining purple-red shades.

Sparks ran over the clouds as their dense, bright gas amassed, condensing until another thunderous noise resounded, releasing a lightning bolt that rushed toward the desert.

Khan performed a grabbing motion, and a lightning bolt as tall as a building appeared in his lifted hand, its crackling tip scorching the sand underneath. The King’s True Chaos flickered higher in response, but his eyes and perception suddenly went blind.

A third, deafening thunder resounded in the area. The King recovered from the flash of blinding light, only to find himself floating again. His overall altitude hadn’t changed, but everything above and below him had disappeared.

The defensive wall now featured a zigzagged, fuming fissure, and the sand directly below had turned into scorching glass that solidified a deep cavity. The King hovered at the center of those two environmental wounds, wearing a new charred, vertical scar on his torso.

True Chaos blew out of the scar, but the King thrust his right arm forward, painting the air crossed through his gesture black. He seemed to want to grab the air, only for Khan’s figure to appear before him.

The King’s fingers pierced Khan’s chest, but another Khan appeared on his right, his knee already pointed at his temple. The attack was unavoidable, so the alien could only steel his teeth when that unstoppable force slammed into his head.

Khan’s attack flung the King sideways, but the smoke on his back flared, quickly stopping him while turning into vast, fiery wing-like protuberances. He also swung those gaseous body parts, which released a barrage of bullets toward the still invisible but incoming opponent.

One Khan appeared, and then another, and then a third. Three Khans were flying at high speed toward the King, heading headfirst toward the incoming barrage of black bullets.

The bullets exploded before Khan could begin dodging them, unleashing darker-than-black darkness that took the shape of huge ellipses. The air and very space around those spells twisted, trapped by the individual gravity they enforced, but Khan seemed unaffected by that force.

The three Khans split into six as they made their way through the remaining bullets and hovering ellipses. Some of his copies remained behind, stuck in the second before his evasive maneuvers, but others kept advancing, showing the results of those moves.

That trend continued as more bullets exploded into those all-devouring ellipses. Twelve Khans appeared, and then twenty-four, but the King couldn’t care for numbers when something far more concerning was unfolding.

Khan occasionally closed his eyes, seemingly flying blindly through that barrage of gravity-altering bullets. Still, his speed only increased, often relying on those pulling forces to accelerate even more.

What was probably one of the deadliest wide-range spells in the universe was nothing more than a playground for Khan. He flowed freely through those attacks, turning them to his own advantage, suddenly appearing before the King.

The King had been able to see those shocking details due to his sharp perception, but everything had happened instantly. Less than a second had passed since his attack, but Khan was already in front of him, his leg stretched toward his chest.

Khan’s leg didn’t just stay still. It performed sharp and minute back and forth movements, trapping the King and his surroundings into an ethereal earthquake. The fabric of the world shook and threatened to break, and the same went for the alien.

The King saw his robe and flesh blowing up whenever a new tremor ran through him. His cape also exploded while the vast gaseous wings crumbled, dispersing even further whenever the world resumed shaking.

The earthquake seemed to want to trap the King until his whole existence turned into dust. Still, more glowing smoke escaped from his back and injuries, pushing away the tremors to give him enough freedom to counterattack.

The King cupped his left fist before thrusting his elbow forward. The messy desert below resonated with his attack, opening and blowing forward.

The attack also released a torrent of True Chaos, which shared part of its physical might and overall pressure, unleashing a black, glowing storm that blew forward.

Nevertheless, the attack ended up being short-lived. The elbow rose until it hit something unfathomably solid and unmovable.

The impact was so violent that a roar spread through the area, deepening the damage on the nearby defensive wall while adding new cracks. Still, the black storm suffered from a far worse fate, freezing on the spot before crumbling into a rain of gaseous shards.

A figure wearing the Thilku Empire’s colors appeared among that black rain that quickly lost its glow and dispersed in the sky. Khan was in front of the King, keeping that dark elbow sealed in his grasp.

Meanwhile, Khan’s free hand had taken the shape of a gun, pointing two fingers at the King.

“Pew,” Khan muttered, his cold tone not matching that childish word at all, while a blinding light flashed three times in a row, followed by the same number of thundering noises.

The blinding light quickly vanished, only to show that the King’s torso had gained three fuming holes that pierced him from side to side. Charred, cracked skin expanded from their edges, releasing some drops of blood, but his scarlet eyes went to an area above him, where Khan had already unleashed his next attack.

“Weight,” Khan said, lowering his bent leg, and an entire world seemed to fall on the King, squashing him into the desert.