The Damned Demon

Chapter 779: No More



"I...am the grandson of the... Moon Guardian!"

The room fell silent for a moment, the draconians exchanging incredulous glances. One soldier muttered, "Did I hear that little mutt right?"

"You heard me!" Kookus bellowed, pointing his dagger toward the general, "Prepare to face the wrath of my legendary bloodline, you winged buffoons!"

Merina's jaw dropped, both in disbelief and mortification, "K-Kookus! What are you even saying...just run!"

The general stared at Kookus for a long moment before letting out a booming laugh, "Kekeke, oh, this is rich. I've heard some wild claims in my day, but this... this tops it all. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Too bad they're about to be splattered all over the-"

"RRRiiiiiP!!"

Before the general could utter another word, the sound of air tearing apart with the force of a thunderclap erupted through the hall.

The reverberation was deafening, followed by a sickening wet crunch. In an instant, a red, slender hand pierced through the general's stomach, ripping apart flesh and sinew with grotesque ease.

The general's dark red eyes bulged in shock as his guts spilled onto the blood-soaked floor, staining the once-pristine stone further. Was all this flesh really from his body?

Around him, his soldiers burst into a horrifying rain of blood, their bodies exploding as if something had struck them at a level beyond comprehension.

Everything happened so fast that no one in the room had time to react.

They stood frozen, their widened eyes fixated on the grisly scene before them.

The general's disemboweled body hung for a moment before the crimson hand clenched and ripped upward, tearing him cleanly in two.

The two halves of his corpse fell to either side with a wet thud, revealing the figure standing behind him.

A tall, slender woman with a chiseled, toned body and long, silken white hair stood amidst the carnage, her hand still dripping with the blood of her enemies. Her bloody, boundless aura resonated with the gruesome destruction around her.

Merina's breath hitched, her voice weak as she stared at the woman in disbelief, "You are..."

Outside the castle, chaos reigned. Rowena and Isola were fighting valiantly, but the draconian forces had overwhelmed them. The corpses of the four Bloodborn Guards, who had died defending their queen, lay scattered around the battlefield, their noble sacrifice etched into the bloodstained ground.

Rowena's heart ached as she looked at their lifeless forms. These loyal guards had been her protectors since her childhood, and seeing them fall filled her with a deep, gnawing pain. Her movements were sluggish, her body battered and bleeding.

Isola, by her side, was trying to fend off the draconians, but she too was growing weaker.

Drakar watched with an amused sneer as though he were merely spectating a game, "This isn't fun anymore," he declared with a sinister grin. "Bring her to her knees. I'll let her heal later, heh."

Two of his Dragon Knights stepped forward, combining their powers to unleash a devastating dark red beam aimed directly at Rowena.

She gritted her teeth and steeled herself, preparing to end her own life before the attack could incapacitate her. But before she could act, Isola threw herself in front of Rowena, wrapping her arms around her in a protective embrace.

"No!"

"Urngh!"

The beam struck Isola squarely in the back. The impact sent both women flying, crashing into the ground with a thunderous explosion of dirt and debris. Isola's blood splattered across Rowena's armor as she coughed violently.

"Isola!" Rowena cried out, catching her as they hit the ground. She held Isola's limp body in her arms, her crimson eyes trembling with guilt and sorrow.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Her vision blurred with tears as she looked at Isola's pale, unconscious face. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

Drakar approached with slow, deliberate steps, his cruel laughter filling the silence. "Tch, what a foolish woman. She delayed the inevitable by a couple of seconds, but it's over, Rowena. Look around you," he sneered, gesturing to the battlefield. "Your kingdom has fallen. Your people are mine. Everything you once ruled belongs to me now, including you, haha,"

Rowena's teeth clenched as she refused to look at the devastation surrounding her. The distant screams, the crackling flames, and the smell of death were all she needed to know. Her kingdom was no more.

Drakar stopped in front of her, looming like a shadow of death, "But I'm feeling generous today, Rowena. Become my queen, and I'll let you rule over what remains of your pitiful people. Refuse, and I'll make you my slave, body, and soul." His sinister grin widened, "I don't care either way. Either choice will please me."

Rowena's blood boiled as she glared up at him. Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around Isola's neck. If this was truly the end, she wouldn't let Drakar take them alive.

But as her grip tightened, dark chains shot out, wrapping around her wrists and forcing her arms apart. The chains restricted her remaining mana, leaving her defenseless. "Heh, trying to kill yourself? Why do women like you always take the easy way out?" Drakar sneered as Lysandra's face flashed in his mind, souring his mood for a split second. Behind him, one of his Dragonblood Knights held the other end of the chains, tightening them. Rowena's breath came in shallow gasps as she struggled against the chains. Her strength was gone, her mana almost depleted. But even as Drakar stepped closer, his malevolent grin growing wider, Rowena summoned every ounce of defiance left in her battered body.

She focused her remaining energy, ready to rupture her own heart.

But before she could act, the world around her exploded in chaos.

*RRRiiiiP!*

A streak of blood-red lightning ripped through the air with a deafening roar, illuminating the battlefield with a blinding blood-red glow.

The streak shot past Rowena, barely missing her, and slammed into Drakar with an earth-

shaking impact.

The force of it hurled him off his feet, dragging his body like a ragdoll through the battlefield while the earth rippled in waves from the sheer power behind the streak.

"GAARGHH!"

Drakar's screams of agony were drowned out by the horrifying sound of his body smashing through stone walls, steel barricades, and even his own soldiers. Each impact left craters and cracks in the ground, and the unlucky draconian soldiers caught in his trajectory were obliterated, their bodies bursting into a mist of blood.

The streak of lightning finally came to a stop, and the battlefield was left in stunned silence. Smoke and dust hung in the air, obscuring the source of the devastation. Rowena's chains disintegrated into nothingness, and she stared ahead in shock, her eyes quivering with

disbelief.

Emerging from the smoke was a figure of terrifying majesty a tall, stunning woman whose very presence seemed to command the elements. Her long, silky white hair flowed like a waterfall of moonlight, her blood-red eyes glowing with fierce intensity.

Her toned yet graceful body exuded power, and her crimson battle attire bore the insignia of the Moonbinder Clan. Just the insignia of the strongest werewolf clan in the world was enough to make the draconians break a sweat.

She stood like a goddess of war, clutching Drakar's battered body by the neck, holding him in the air with effortless strength.

Drakar's eyes were wide with terror, anger, and humiliation. His lips quivered as blood dripped from his mouth, and his legs dangled helplessly, his feet barely brushing the ground as he feebly clawed at her iron grip.

"You have terrorized my people enough," the woman said coldly, her voice cutting through

the silence like a blade, "No more."

The Dragonblood Knights and draconian soldiers quickly recovered from their shock, pointing their weapons at her with snarls and murderous intent.

But before they could act, she lowered Drakar, forcing him to kneel at her feet. His battered form shuddered under her grip, his attempts to free himself utterly futile, and half of his

bones were already broken.

Luna's blood-red eyes swept across the battlefield, her voice ringing with authority as she declared, "Take one step forward, and I will tear out your king's throat." Her slender fingers tightened around Drakar's neck, her nails digging into his flesh. His face turned a shade of purple as veins bulged across his forehead, his panicked eyes darting toward his men. "F-Fall back!" Drakar croaked, waving his hand desperately. The draconians hesitated, their weapons trembling in their hands, but eventually, they stepped back, lowering their blades. Rowena's vision blurred, and despite desperately trying to stay conscious, she felt an indescribable pain crippling her entire body. Before she knew it, her eyes gently closed while

still holding Isola.

"Your Majesty!" Merina rushed in and caught the queen from behind before she could fall to the ground. She worriedly checked her condition, only to feel even more worried to see that she was in a very weak and serious condition. But what shocked her was that the queen was

pregnant!

With a determined look, she lifted both the queen and Isola's bodies, carrying them on her shoulders, and left, thanks to the distraction caused by Luna.

Drakar's breath came in wheezing gasps as he glared up at Luna with a mix of fear and anger, "Y-You...bitch... Who the hell are you?" he choked out, his voice rasping, "You can't interfere in this! This is between me and the Bloodburn Kingdom!"

Luna's gaze remained as cold and unyielding as steel. She leaned in slightly, her voice dripping with disdain, "Look at me a second more with your filthy eyes, and I will claw them

out anyway."

Fear gripped his heart as he immediately lowered his gaze before he could even think. Just the intensity of her words made him feel that she would really do it without fearing whether his men would attack her or not.

But his pride made him want to threaten her and let her know who she was dealing with.

However, before he could say anything, a calm yet commanding voice echoed across the

battlefield.

"She is Luna, my granddaughter and my successor."

All eyes turned toward the source of the voice. From the shadows of the destruction, a towering and well-built figure stepped forward- an aged man with red skin, thick white hair, and blood-red eyes that radiated an aura of boundless power.

Everyone was shocked to see that it was the strongest being in the world!

He strode onto the battlefield with thousands of werewolves following behind him, their collective presence exuding a terrifying and oppressive energy.

The draconians faltered, their confidence wavering in the face of such overwhelming power.

Even Drakar, who prided himself on the strength of the number of men he had, felt a chill crawl down his spine.

His battered body trembled as he struggled to comprehend the truth: the woman who humiliated him before his men was none other than the granddaughter of the Moon Guardian!