Novel Full Chapter 1566 Radiant Dominion
Chapter 1566 Radiant Dominion
“QUINLAN ELYSIAR! I’LL KILL YOU!”
The magma and ice converged on him from two directions.
Alexios planted his feet and his longsword came up in a single rising arc that split the ice lance down its center, the frozen projectile detonating into fragments that sprayed outward in a hail of frost and shrapnel. His blade didn’t stop. The momentum of the cut carried into a spinning reverse stroke that met the leading edge of [Molten Cascade] head-on.
“[Severance]!”
The golden edge carved through the magma the way it cut through everything. The molten wave split along the line of the cut and the two halves crashed past him on either side, liquid rock splattering across the scorched earth and turning the ground to glass where it landed.
Heat washed over the Royal Guard formation and the tankers raised their shields and cast protective spells that caught the splash, glowing white under the thermal assault.
Alexios stood in the gap between the severed halves of his wife’s own spell with steam rising from his armor and his grey beard singed at the edges.
Quinlan tilted his head.
“You truly are terrifying, old friend. Delaying this confrontation for as long as possible was the best decision I could’ve made.”
The muscle along Alexios’s jaw worked once. The golden blade trembled in his grip.
“I’m not your ‘friend,’ you bastard. And stop running your foul mouth.”
Alexios lunged.
“My apologies.” Quinlan’s hand rose and Morgana’s body lurched sideways.
He pulled her through the air with wind and deposited her between himself and Alexios, her boots dragging trenches in the dirt as she slid to a halt three meters ahead of him. Her head lolled. Blood dripped from her chin in a steady stream that the healer’s magic was barely keeping ahead of, and the woman kneeling twenty meters away poured more mana into her staff with tears cutting fresh lines through the grime on her face.
Alexios took one step forward and stopped.
His wife was in the way. She was always in the way, and the man behind her knew it.
Myrasyn landed beside Quinlan.
She had been airborne since the moment Morgana became Quinlan’s shield, climbing to a height where Alexios couldn’t reach her without making himself vulnerable, and now she descended with her staff trailing light and her green eyes bright.
“You know,” she said, and her voice was warm with amusement, “I think I finally understand why everyone calls you a villain.” Her lips curved. “What a perfectly fitting title. Even the Goddess knew what kind of a man you were.”
Quinlan glanced at her, unamused.
“The Goddess makes no such decisions.”
Myrasyn smiled slyly. “Is that so?” She pointed her staff at Alexios. “I’d love to hold this theological conversation with you, but alas, we have a rather annoying man to put under.”
Light erupted from the staff’s tip.
“[Radiant Dominion]!”
A dome of compressed light exploded outward from Myrasyn’s position and slammed into the field ahead of them. A territory. The light saturated the air in a fifty-meter radius and every surface it touched began radiating heat and pressure, the ambient mana in the zone bending toward Myrasyn’s control like iron filings drawn to a magnet.
Inside the territory, her spells would evolve to hit harder, travel faster, and cost less. Outside it, Alexios would have to cleave through the boundary just to reach them.
The elf queen had struggled because a melee monster had forced her to fight on his terms. Now she had found her range, and range was where she ruled.
Alexios charged.
His longsword hit the dome’s edge and the golden blade split a seam in the light, but the boundary repaired itself faster than he could widen the gap. He cut again, deeper, and forced himself through the opening before it sealed.
“[Radiant Cascade]!”
This was [Luminous Tide] fed through the dome’s amplification and stripped of its limits. Instead of a single wave from Myrasyn’s staff, the territory itself became the weapon. Light fired from every surface at once, dozens of concentrated beams converging on Alexios from the front, the sides, above, behind, all of them angling inward toward the man who had stepped into her domain.
Alexios’s longsword became a blur. He cut three beams, deflected two more on the flat of the blade, and the remaining seven hit him from angles he couldn’t cover. Light punched through the gaps in his armor and scorched the skin beneath. A beam caught his left pauldron and burned through the metal, and another struck the chainmail at his ribs and drew blood.
His stride didn’t break.
“[Prismatic Volley]!”
Where [Prism Cage] had been four walls meant to box him in, [Prismatic Volley] was the same spell turned offensive. The territory splintered Myrasyn’s light into dozens of hardened shards that rained down from above and launched up from the ground beneath his boots simultaneously, and each shard was dense enough to punch through metal.
He spun his longsword above his head and the golden arc severed a dozen shards in a single rotation, but the ones coming from below caught his greaves. One shard drove through the joint at his knee and lodged there. Blood ran down his shin.
The king gritted his teeth and kept coming.
“[Solar Binding]!”
Myrasyn’s [Repulse] had shoved him backward. [Solar Binding] was crueler. Concentrated light coiled around his sword arm like a living thing, wrapping his wrist and elbow in bands of luminous force that tightened the moment he tried to move. A second coil lashed his leading ankle and a third snaked around his waist.
Alexios roared and his longsword flared with power. “[Cleave]!” The binding on his sword arm split and dissolved. He cut the one at his waist in the same stroke and ripped his ankle free with raw strength, the light snapping apart, but the two seconds it cost him let Myrasyn reset.
Blood ran from a gash on his cheek. The left pauldron was scorched black and cracked. The chainmail at his ribs was torn and the shard embedded in his knee joint ground against bone with every step.
He raised his blade. He started forward again.
Myrasyn’s lips curved in a display of sadistic joy.
“There we go.” Her staff hummed with light and the dome pulsed brighter around them. “I was starting to worry my debut before Mr. Villain was going to be ruined.”
She fired all three at once. [Radiant Cascade] from every surface, [Prismatic Volley] raining from above, [Solar Binding] coiling around his limbs. The dome blazed so bright the soldiers outside shielded their eyes.
The king planted his feet.
He drove his longsword point-first into the earth and the golden weapon sank to a third of its length. Both hands closed around the grip. His mana surged and the golden light that ran along the blade flared so bright it turned the dome’s ambient glow pale by comparison.
Myrasyn felt it.
Her smile vanished.
“[Worldcleaver: Erasure]!”
Alexios ripped the longsword from the earth in a rising arc that split reality ahead of it. The cut left a seam in the air itself, a line of absolute severance that expanded outward from the blade’s edge and erased everything it touched.