I Just Inherited The Arcane Emperor's Legacy

The general was hoping in his mind that he would soon be rescued. The reason he had even the faintest bit of hope was that the Fire King had called for reinforcements a while back. 

The person he had called for was the Wind King. Obviously, the Elementals wouldn’t allow someone of such a high stature to go alone. There would definitely be accompanying 8th Circle Aura Knights who would come when they found out that the Blood God was there.

However, the incoming Blood Shrine army was not making it any better for him. He was lucky in that the army was away from where he was trying to run away. But it would make the Death Bringer focus on his side which was worse for him.

As he expected, Dmitri focused his attention on the other side when he saw the incoming army. He looked up again at the motionless Blood God and shook his head. He seemed the least bit bothered about his condition.

Leo was going through a huge crisis. He could barely control what was happening in his mind. It was a battle that was the hardest he had ever fought in. The battle was between him and the new impulses that the Blood Aura brought.

A huge part of him wanted to get rid of any remnant of consciousness and start killing people immediately. And he was the consciousness in question. So he was no longer bothered about the outside world and was focused on fighting himself.

He could feel the mindless killer in his head trying to take over his body and kick him out entirely. So he resisted vehemently. His eyes were threatening to close and his senses were slowly fading. The sweet embrace of sleep was calling for him.

But he ignored those calls. Giving in at this point would mean he would no longer exist. He would completely transform into another person. So he forcefully kept resisting. The pain intensified but he still held on.

His efforts to take control were starting to come to fruition. He was on the defensive for a long time, but that seemed to change. A minute later, the pain started to fade which gave him the ability to try and control the body. 

He was taking back control and it was visible. The redness in his eyes was starting to shrink and the chants in his head disappeared. A flash of red passed through his head and he realized that he could now see what was previously formless.

Before, he seemed to be fighting a formless force. But now, in front of him, he could see a visualization of his enemy. It was a version of him, the real him. He saw the scrawny 10-year-old boy from the slums of Solaria with a dagger in his hands.

The difference was that this boy had eyes of hatred. Eyes that were showing that he was ready to kill anyone to survive. This was him at a point in time. And it was a part of him that existed.

This trial was able to nurture the lost part of him to a level that made it uncontrollable. Leo stepped forward and reached his hand out at the boy. The boy looked at him with the same hate but didn’t refuse the arm. He was about to touch it, but a jolt of pain knocked him back to the real world.

He opened his eyes, now seeing the world in full color. He looked down at his chest and noticed that there was an arrow sticking out. The familiar red color made a part of him grow out.

His eyes closed slowly before opening again. The previous clear white eyes were gone, replaced by completely red eyes. Leo was back in his mind, out of control. He could only observe what was happening as the savage part of his mind was taking control of his body.

A mile away from Leo, a green-robed man was looking at the person he struck. He turned to the person beside him who was wearing a blue robe.

“How did someone like that kill the Fire King? Surely, the Fire King isn’t that weak,” he commented.

“You are overestimating the Fire King, Wind King. But I am still very surprised that your attack connected. The Blood God has a very high reputation. Well, all of these are going our way. With both the Blood God and Fire King gone, we will only have to deal with the Gloves.”

“I agree. I will stay here. You go and take out the Death Bringer. We can leave the Blood Shrine Army. They are harmless.”

Leo fell to the ground but cushioned his fall right before he impacted the corpses below. The blood and aura in a lot of them were still left, so he greedily absorbed all of it. Once he did that, he looked at the arrow.

It had struck him in his right chest, missing most of his internal organs. The only reason it had even touched him was because he not moving and battling in his head. He pulled out the arrow while wincing.

Once he did that, he looked in the direction of Dmitri. For the first time since the Fire King was killed, Dmitri paid attention to the condition he was in. He rushed to where he was and got there in seconds.

“Are you okay, my liege?” He asked while smiling.

Another arrow came flying toward him, but he caught it with his left hand before it struck him. With a small movement of his hand, he snapped the arrow into two like a twig. Then he flew up into the air.

“Take care of the person in front of us,” he said to Dmitri before dashing toward the Wind King.

The Blood Shrine army saw all this and quickened their speed. They were planning on getting there quickly to aid their commanders. As for the Water King, he was questioning whether to stay or retreat.

He wasn’t planning on dealing with the entire army along with the Death Bringer. And the Blood God on top of that? It would be a lot harder even if he had the support of the Wind King behind him. If only the Blood God stayed down with a single arrow.

When he saw the incoming Blood God, he prepared for battle. He took out his sword and flew to meet him. The sword danced around, creating a dragon made out of water in the air. It was about to crash into Leo, but another dragon flew from behind him.

This dragon was made out of blood and was as big as the water dragon. Its creator was Dmitri. The two dragons crashed, resulting in an explosion of aura. Leo went past the explosion, ignoring the Aura Knight who attacked him. He was only concerned about the person who attacked him first.