Chapter 57 - Violent Methods Work
Rygar drew both his swords, his movements fluid like a predator preparing for the hunt. He took a low stance, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He was using a dual-wielding technique from the North God Style, a technique designed to fight multiple enemies at once. His focus was there, on the battle, but his mind... his reason was beginning to waver. The rage, the adrenaline, and the savagery made it difficult to think clearly. Rygar knew that if his thoughts started racing again, he would lose control once more.
The objective. Only the objective.
He knew what he had to do. Move forward. Rescue his subordinates. And get out. There was no more room for hesitation—his brief moment of rationality was enough for him to realize that fighting in his current state wouldn't be advantageous. The blade in his hand began to glow with the fire magic he was gathering. One of the holy knights glanced at Urai with a judgmental expression.
"You've ruined our 'advantage,' Urai," the knight's deep, authoritative voice echoed like thunder. "Finish him off before he fully recovers."
Urai, wielding his thin sword, advanced first. His face was displeased, his brow furrowed, knowing it was his own words that had awakened the boy. The other two paladins, in a well-rehearsed maneuver, began moving along the flanks, forming a perfect encirclement. They were ready. The pressure on Rygar increased. But he wasn't ready to stop.
With a thunderous sound, Rygar lifted a foot and stomped hard on the ground, as if carrying the weight of the world. The earth beneath him shattered, fragments of stone exploding in every direction. The impact disrupted the momentum of the three knights, forcing them to slow down. In milliseconds, Rygar used the brief moment of advantage to strike.
With Tsukikage and Night Hunter in hand, he entered a dance of blades, holding off the three attackers simultaneously. The paladins' swords clashed against his, but Rygar remained focused. He dodged with the agility of a feline, his reflexes heightened by the wild instincts in his body. But the battle wouldn't be easy.
Then, Urai, with a mocking grin, laughed and charged again. His eyes gleamed with cruel confidence. He seemed convinced that the fight was under control. He believed Rygar still wasn't using magic—a fatal flaw in his reasoning.
"Looks like he's still not using magic! Hahaha!" Urai taunted, and Rygar sensed his movement. He knew what was coming.
At that very moment, Rygar turned with terrifying speed. His eyes shone with magical power that he made no effort to hide. He knew he had to be fast and decisive. With a precise motion, Tsukikage sliced through the air in a long arc, and a wave of fire erupted outward. The attack was immense—a Flame Slice that left the air hot and charged with power.
Urai, caught off guard, retreated quickly, trying to evade the wave of flames, but it wasn't enough. The scorching fire engulfed him, searing his clothes and nearly burning his skin. He barely had time to process what was happening. But what he didn't expect—what no one expected—was what happened next.