Chaos Heir

Chapter 1427: Black hole

Khan was at the level where he could instantly analyze a skill’s properties, especially when he had seen something similar in the past.

The ability the King had used to stop the two lightning bolts could appear connected to the True Chaos’ annihilating powers. After all, it shared many of its troublesome properties.

Nevertheless, Khan crossed that off, finding even more similarities with what the taller scout had used against him. The all-devouring ellipses the alien had used to block his spells seemed to be at play there, only on a far larger and powerful scale.

The King himself was the all-devouring spell. The lightning bolts had slowed down and shrunk as if attempting to cross distorted space that was governed by unique laws of physics.

Then, after absorbing Khan’s spells, the King dismantled them inside his own being, turning them into pure energy he could use.

That wasn’t all the King had absorbed. The receding sand, air, and True Chaos also dragged more energy that the King could unleash, which he immediately did since his elbow was still in Khan’s grasp.

Khan’s right hand started to shake as the King’s physical strength surged. He was about to summon his cells’ power when the pushing force on him abruptly skyrocketed, surprising him and overwhelming his stable stance.

A roar rang through the area while a shockwave unfolded, drawing a line between Khan and the King, cutting the cavity and the desert past its edge horizontally.

Khan flew back, pushed away violently, slamming on the sandy wall and piercing through it. His figure cut diagonally through the desert, stopping only when it came out of its higher surface.

Still, that very surface flowed down, absorbed by a continuous pulling force inside the circular cavity. That ascended entity was absorbing the sand, air, and very world all around him, as if he were a living and breathing black hole.

The black hole also moved, the sand on its path disappearing before it could slam into it. Vast chunks of the desert disappeared before Khan’s eyes, creating a bottomless groove that threatened to reach him if he didn’t do something, which he did.

Khan lifted his left hand, purple-red mana already escaping his fingers, before a blinding light flashed through the area. A thunderous noise promptly followed, only for its roar to soften, becoming nothing more than a distant echo.

The area added details to that softening. The dimming flash revealed a zigzagged cavity expanding from Khan’s position, piercing down into the desert, only to stop before the advancing groove.

Moreover, the suction force intensified, expanding its reach and affecting more of the desert. Even pieces of the more distant defensive wall fell prey to it, and the structure as a whole started to bend and tear, groaning while being pulled into the sand.

The zigzagged, scorched cavity had exposed the suction force’s source. Khan and the King’s eyes met, only for the latter to wave his massive wings, sending a series of ellipse-shaped bullets upward, devouring any sand on their path.

Khan responded by waving his tattooed hand. A single, tall slash escaped his fingers, releasing bloodthirsty humming noises while diving into the desert, remaining in that singular shape in the face of the barrage of black bullets.

The slash cut through a few bullets before being stopped by others. The third wave of those flying ellipses began to devour its fabric, leaving holes in its ethereal structure, and the fourth made it disappear.

Khan lifted his leg at that point, an unfathomable amount of mana gathering inside it to feed his cells and create clashing strands of energy.

The leg’s structural integrity seemed to want to reach its limit while Khan pushed it forward, trying to kick away the entire weight of what was heading his way.

However, soon, Khan found himself unable to stretch his leg any further, as if blocked by an invisible wall made of the King’s existence and everything he had absorbed.

Khan didn’t let that stand. He wielded the genes of the mightiest horrors in the universe, and that demanded abiding by their primordial pride. More mana flowed into his cells, feeding them with as much power as they needed, only for something to interrupt the process.

A black silhouette appeared before Khan, darkening the whole area. The King had reached him, his folded wings seemingly having triggered a burst of speed, which he channeled into the utmost tip of his rising elbow.

The King’s attack carried more than that. All the energy accumulated by devouring and dismantling the desert had gathered on the tip of his elbow, which unleashed everything it had when it landed at the center of Khan’s torso.

A force Khan could only compare to when the Great Old One had broken his body slammed on him, flinging him backward, preventing him from stopping his momentum as he crossed the desert.

Khan lost control of his body, his back lifting tall sandy geysers whenever it slammed onto the white landscape. His figure bounced over the desert multiple times, propelled by that unending momentum, carving scars into it.

Khan eventually stopped bouncing, only for his figure to continue sliding over the sand, digging through it while the friction force finally started slowing him down. By the time he stopped, he was submerged, a painful sense of uneasiness spreading from his stomach.

Khan’s cells came alive, pushing his figure upward, making him rise through the sand until his hand could reach for the surface’s edge. He pulled himself up, only to sit down.

A groan escaped Khan’s mouth alongside a drop of blood, which he promptly wiped off. Meanwhile, his eyes remained in the distance, encompassing the gargantuan groove his impact with the desert had created and the winged figure on its opposite end.

The King was in the sky, his giant wings unfolded, while his existence kept devouring the world. Torrents of sand and chunks of the broken defensive wall rose toward him, vanishing inside his figure.

Even space seemed to twist around the King, making inspecting him through ordinary methods troublesome. He truly was a walking black hole, and his reach kept expanding as more energy flowed into his being.

The King wasn’t even trying, but the world was disappearing at his mere presence. Luckily, he had to focus on Khan. Otherwise, what was left of the city and the quadrant as a whole would have already disappeared.

“Well,” Khan sighed, managing to use his casual tone in that seemingly tragic situation. “He is strong.”

A cold sensation spread on Khan’s hair as loving fingers gently caressed it. Liiza calmly stopped at his side, lightly pulling his head on her leg.

“[I must redo your braids],” Liiza commented. “[So, finish him quickly].”