Chapter 145: Blood Stained Walls
His eyes, red with rage, scanned through the group of men who had their weapons targeted at him. There were about twenty of them — a measly number — and none of them had any sort of crystals attached to their bodies. Or at least, it wasn’t visible.
That was wonderful news. Magic users would be a little trickier, but there was nothing and no one who could stand in Orion’s way right now.
Elowyn shifted slightly in bed, her eyebrows furrowing even while unconscious. It was a small movement, and a whimper left her lips, most likely due to the pain. Orion’s expression softened as he turned back and pressed a tender kiss to his mistress’s forehead. Her eyebrows smoothened out quickly after, and Orion adjusted the blanket a little higher so she would catch a cold.
"King Godwin truly thinks too highly of himself," Orion said with a cold, joyless chuckle. "Does he truly think that mere ordinary men can measure against me?"
He clenched his fist, his veins popping against the skin of his hand with the more strength he placed into it. At the same time, the green glow of his jade ear studs grew brighter and brighter until it eventually rivaled the might of a small star that clung to his earlobes. It was so bright that some of the soldiers present even winced, squinting their eyes.
But shutting their eyes against a man — no, a beast — who was blinded with rage like Orion Elsher was their first mistake. In a flash, before any of them could react, Orion had dashed over to where they stood. With just one swoop of his arm, he easily knocked the weapons out of their grip, causing their first line of defense to fall just like that.
The men didn’t even have the time to gasp in shock before they were blasted away. Orion’s fist made contact with the man directly in front of him, and the shockwave of that impact sent those who were standing around him to fly back, knocking others down as though they were dominos and not blood and flesh.
Sven and Neville, on the other hand, gasped in shock as the blast reverberated through the room. It was a boom so loud that it rivaled the claps of thunder, and they had to raise their hands to their ears to shield them.
Thankfully, they were standing on the opposite side of the room where Lady Elowyn was. If they were at their desks... Neville stared forlornly at where his desk used to be. The whole patch of the room had blasted clean open, and there was nothing left there but open air that saw out into the courtyard that surrounded the palace.
Several of the men who were still standing brandished their weapons. They let out a battle-cry and charged straight for Orion, but their blades barely even had the chance to cut through the first layer of his skin. Orion dodged and weaved, his skin seemingly made of steel. Even when the metal of the soldiers’ swords and spears grazed him, it didn’t leave so much as a red line when it could’ve cut a normal human’s flesh clean through.
Orion merely growled, sending out punch after punch, and men snapped as though they were made of a thin piece of parchment, and the palace was nothing more than a house made of cards.
In mere seconds, Orion had wiped out twenty over royal guards. There were few of them whose bodies remained intact, but most of them weren’t even the equivalent of a pile of flesh at this point. The force of Orion’s strikes had been so great that they splattered into a thousand pieces, coloring what was left of the furniture and walls and the bodies of their fallen brethren.