The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5121

That single slash contained Vermilion Demon Lord’s supreme demonic aura, imbued with the will to erase all things. The air ahead of the blade ignited under sheer force, tracing a burning black arc across the sky.

Radmus let out a piercing shriek, summoning every ounce of power to use the blood-red coffin. At the same moment, the blood corpse’s energy rampaged inside him, turning his entire form into a gigantic crimson sphere that hurled itself against Jared’s descending sword.

Squelch!

The blade sliced through the crimson sphere and bit deep into the coffin. No earth-shaking explosion followed—only a muffled, visceral-sounding tear.

The Vermilion Devil Flame surged, devouring the blood-red coffin. Cracks spider-webbed across the lid until, with a sharp crack, the entire coffin shattered, scattering countless red fragments through the air.

Radmus screamed in terror. Bereft of the coffin’s protection, he lay completely exposed beneath Jared’s blade.

The devil flame from the Dragonslayer Sword engulfed him at once, ravenously burning the blood corpse energy within him.

“No…! Lord Blood Corpse, save me!”

He howled in despair, trying to summon the blood corpse energy, but the devil flame clung like maggots on bone, ruthlessly suppressing every trace of energy inside him.

Jared’s gaze held not a shred of mercy. Remembering Dincelius' sacrifice and the carnage at Bloodbane Palace, he flicked his wrist and drove the sword—wreathed in roaring flame—straight down through the top of Radmus' skull.

“Aaah!”

A shriek of agony split the heavens as Radmus' body burned away within the Vermilion Devil Flame, turning to ash.

Even the soul remnant of the blood corpse was incinerated to nothing, leaving only the faintest tang of blood and char in the air.

The wind gradually fell silent.

Jared withdrew the Dragonslayer Sword, the devil flames receding from his form. He sucked in deep, ragged breaths, his face as pale as paper—the cost of borrowing such power was steep.

He looked over the desolation—the shattered earth, the litter of corpses—and exhaustion mingled with sorrow in his eyes.

Jhaelyn and the others hurried forward, steadying the swaying Jared.

“Jared, are you all right?” Jhaelyn asked, her worry plain.

Jared shook his head and stared toward Bloodbane Palace, his voice hoarse. “I’m fine… It’s just—Bloodbane Palace…”

Jemina exhaled a soft sigh. “Let’s see if there are any survivors first.”

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