As the battle raged on, the 10 minutes of Kahn's Ice Dragon form ca to an end.
With a final display of devastating power, the Ice Dragon tore the Phoenix form of Speki apart, rendering him helpless and forcing him to revert back to his true form.
anwhile, Atreus, seizing the opportunity, utilized his runes with deftness and precision, discreetly executing a strategic move. His actions went unnoticed by the Fire Summoner, who remained oblivious to the manipulation happening right under their nose.
Through his cunning and quick thinking, Atreus managed to seal the Fire Summoner's ability to cast magic spells.
The suppression of the Summoner's powers left him weakened and stripped of his most potent abilities. He could barely muster the strength to conjure even a small fla, reduced to the level of summoning a re fire torch.
As the aftermath of the intense battle settled, Kahn, in his Atreus form, stood victorious over the unconscious Speki. The battlefield, torn and ravaged, lay in silence, offering a mont of respite.
Approaching the fallen opponent with a determined stride, Atreus spoke with an authoritative tone…
"Stop acting... I know you're still awake."
His words cut through the silence, leaving no room for deception or evasion.
With a calculated step forward, Atreus placed his foot upon Speki's feathery chest, asserting his dominance and ensuring his opponent's compliance. It was a stark display of his power and control, a physical manifestation of his triumph.
In this pivotal mont, Atreus demonstrated his unwavering resolve and refusal to tolerate deceit. Despite Speki's apparent unconsciousness, Atreus saw through the facade, refusing to be deceived by any pretense.
Crack!
As Atreus exerted pressure, deliberately cracking one of Speki's ribs, a searing cry of agony erupted from Speki's lips.
"Arrrghhh!!" shrieked Speki in intense pain, his eyes turning bloodshot red.
The intense pain coursed through his body, causing his eyes to turn bloodshot red, reflecting his tornt and fury.
[This fucker! Just why is he beating us so much? What kind of enmity did he have with us?] asked Speki to himself.
In the midst of his suffering, Speki's mind raced with questions, grappling to understand the reasons behind Atreus' relentless assault.
Atreus cos down and looks at the defeated Speki.
"He! he! he!" Kahn gave out a sadistic snicker.
"Why are you snickering?" asked Speki, terrified.
"I wonder if you will taste like a chicken?" spoke Kahn as his maw of sharp teeth and fangs started drooling.
Speki was horrified. To him, Atreus' figure now resembled a butcher with a massive knife.
RIP!!
But before the fear was even etched into his mind, Kahn ripped out his entire left arm.
"ARRRGGHHHHH"
"SKRRAAAA!!"
Speki's screams and screeches echoed through the battlefield, reverberating with his unbearable pain. His body convulsed and wriggled in agony as the intensity of the suffering overwheld him. Each mont brought forth waves of excruciating tornt, causing his entire being to contort and twist.
As Speki's cries filled the air, the once pristine ground beca adorned with crimson red blood, a stark reminder of the brutal consequences of the battle. The sight served as a haunting testant to the violence that had unfolded.
anwhile, Kahn, resolute in his actions, pulled out all of Speki's feathers with a calculated and deliberate motion. The feathers, once vibrant and beautiful, were now strewn across the ground, discarded remnants of the avian warrior.
Using his waterblades, Kahn skillfully and swiftly skinned and cleaned Speki's arm.
"This part looks juicy enough." he spoke in a skeptical tone and next, his gaze turned to Speki.
"Hey… I need fire to roast this, mind giving so?" he asked nonchalantly.
Speki was terrorized to his core.
"Psychopath! You're a fucking psychopath!!" he shouted while barely enduring the agonizing pain.
stepping on Speki's neck.
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Kahn in return only revealed a benign smile as he replied with a light bow…
"Thank you for the complint."
After completely overpowering and putting the opponent at his rcy, Kahn was stepping on Speki's neck.
"Do it or I'll kill you." he warned in a grim voice.
"You wouldn't dare! The empire will not let you go unpunished." retorted Speki with heavy and muffled breath.
"Oh, I dare very much. However, is that what you really want?
Because whatever that may or may not happen to …" asked Kahn.
He then graced the groveling opponent a psychotic and terrifying smirk.
"You wouldn't be alive to see it."
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5 Minutes Later…
A completely petrifying scene appeared in front of everyone.
Kahn was roasting Speki's juicy and tender arm full of delicious at on the fire provided by Speki himself.
"Hey, your flesh is very juicy and tender. Though it could use so seasoning.
Do you have any?" he asked while relishing the arm of the enemy.
"You fucking lunatic! Just kill already!" Speki shouted while crying.
As the fire crackled and the scent of cooking flesh perated the air, Speki, a 5th-stage saint with over 170 years of existence, found himself trapped in a harrowing and unprecedented situation. Throughout his life, he had been regarded with fear and respect, his very presence commanding authority and reverence.
Yet, in this mont, all of that seed to crumble. The humiliation and torture inflicted upon him by Kahn shattered the facade of invincibility that he had carefully cultivated over the years.
It was a profound blow to his pride, leaving him vulnerable and exposed in a way he had never experienced before.
The weight of the tornt he endured bore down on him, both physically and emotionally. The agony of the physical pain combined with the psychological tornt of being subjected to such debasent created a deep sense of despair.
The reason behind Kahn's choice of such a thod of torture was rooted in a deeply personal and tragic history.
5 years ago, Speki had caused a catastrophic incident at a military outpost where he During his temporary stay at the military headquarters, Speki had conducted experints, one of which involved his transformation into a Phoenix.
was stationed as part of an Imperial Mission assigned by his tribe.
During his temporary stay at the military headquarters, Speki had conducted experints, one of which involved his transformation into a Phoenix.
However, the trial went horribly wrong during his initial attempt, resulting in a devastating explosion that stretched over a 10-kiloter radius, decimating the entire area.
Within the headquarters were not only the garrison of 50 thousand soldiers but also managent workers and nurous civilians who had dedicated themselves to protecting and serving the empire.
They had innocently lost their lives, their existence reduced to ashes by the flas that consud everything in their path.
The lives that had been lost were individuals who held noble intentions and were committed to the empire's well-being. Their sacrifice had been in service of a cause greater than themselves, but their lives had been snuffed out in an instant.
And then Imperial authorities, seeking to conceal the true nature of the incident, had masked it as an attack by the Zivot Empire, the empire of Elves.
Since the fateful day of the devastating incident caused by Speki, Romulus, the Heavenly King of Fire, had been closely monitoring his actions.
Romulus, aware of the profound tragedy and loss that resulted from Speki's experintation, recognized the need for justice to be served.
With Kahn now a mber of the Hero's Party, Romulus saw an opportunity to fulfill this imperative.
The Heavenly King of Fire commanded his disciple to subject Speki to a similar treatnt, a ans to ensure that Speki faced the consequences of his actions and experienced the pain he had inflicted upon others.
At this mont, even Maximus, who watched this from afar was distraught by the inhumane conduct displayed by Atreus.
However, he chose not to interfere because he was certain that there was a reason why Atreus went this far since his actions seed driven by a strong cause than just a simple tyrant's tantrums.
"Hey, ti for you legs. I love giant drumsticks." said Atreus with a sinister grin.
Today, the world of Vantrea witnessed the birth of KFC... Kahn Fried Chicken.
Borat on the other end was shaking in fear, his body shivered as if it was drenched in cold water.
"This guy…" spoke the green-maned lionkin as his body barely dared to move.
"Is a nace to society."
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