Chapter 329: Truth II
BANG!
“Alexander!” Yumia shouted, calling all her power to support her in-law. Her forest fairies did the sa, circling around the hungry demon.
Everyone could tell Erik’s identity. He was the perfect demon, the antagonist from another realm or even another world.
He held a red sword, made out of a particular elent, only available to the antagonists and the guardians.
ɴ[0)ᴠᴇʟ His weapon was so red that Erik couldn’t reflect his bloody eyes on it. And it shone, for he channeled his mana in abundance!
Alex couldn’t move, for he felt an imnse weight on his body.
As the queen and others acted, Erik glanced in their direction, disappearing from the scene like a wind. He appeared behind a few fairies, his sword killing them in one go!.
Each ti the forest tried to catch him, Erik would use his higher stats and incredible movent to avoid every attempt, turning them futile.
“I will leave my beloved to you, Yumia,” Alex said before locking his eyes on Erik. He wasted no second when the enemy reappeared behind another batch of forest fairies.
With wings and his speed increased to the maximum, Alex dove forward to stop the antagonist from killing the fairies.
And as their swords clashed, Alex used his free hands to punch forward. He brought a sharp wind from Stella’s bloodline, his balled hands turning into heavy weapons.
Erik scoffed at such an attempt, extending his hand forward, “You have a talent for swordsmanship. Why waste that for re wind magic?”
He saw Alex’s battle against the Liam Wall, after all. Erik was confident that Alex limited himself by having such an odd Asura-like battle style. However, as the wind went through him, Erik realized how greatly he had been mistaken.
“Sword intent? No… Sword Mana?” Erik whispered as he felt wounds opening across his arms. He stopped the wind from going further through him by sweeping his hand covered in the red mana before himself.
Little did he know that Alex used this skill for a different move.
“The sky is so empty! Let’s make it our battlefield, Erik!” Alex shouted, sending the antagonist straight to the sky. He then flapped his wings, following him like a ravenous eagle.
Erik smiled, waiting for him to end up high in a cloudless sky. Erik regained his balance when he saw nothing around him other than a blue background.
He stood on nothing as if an invisible floor appeared below his feet.
Alex appeared, looking at the demon aloof, “Why did you call son of a traitor? What’s the antagonists’ objective?”
Erik blinked a few tis, his heart incredulous, for he didn’t expect Alex to naively ask him such questions, let alone not knowing about his origins.
Recalling Harvey and stories about him, Erik could infer his reasoning behind hiding the truth from his son.
He smiled widely, lowering his red sword, “You don’t belong to Earth, Alexander Mao… Your father and mother both hail from a different world… They betrayed humanity and us, escaping to Earth to beco guardians.
They protect humans here from high-level existences from the Avander World,” Erik revealed Alex’s father’s identity without any scruples.
The reason Alex didn’t know any of it was sure because Harvey had planned sothing for him. Perhaps, he just wanted Alex to continue a normal life and gaming.
That didn’t matter, though.
Alex would learn about everything anyway and hindering Harvey’s plans satisfied Erik, for they were natural enemies.
“Our goal? We want to go to Paradise,” Erik smiled, recalling a beautiful face he could no longer see in his life. She always scolded him, looking after him with stern eyes. But at tis, she would smile from the bottom of her heart.
She was his elder sister, a lady who had sacrificed her life for him.
Erik added with squinted eyes, “And to see our families.”
Alex gazed at the man with many questions. He could tell that Erik said the truth by leveraging Stella’s bloodline or her innate talent to see through people’s emotions.
Everything that Erik said was laced with a genuine desire.
He was serious.
And as Alex stared with that peculiar expression, Erik revealed more and more. That news was what Harvey would tell his son at an appropriate ti.
Yet, Alex learned it prematurely, his eyes turning red.
Erik smirked, raising his sword, “We will win. As the guardian mana holder, you won’t receive a chance for a second life. But that doesn’t really change much, does it?
You are like your father… You don’t want a second chance, for you have more than one beloved.” Erik said, dashing forth to slash at Alex’s neck.
Alex promptly reacted, his swords moving to intercept the enemy’s blade. They clashed similarly to their first contact, ending up in a stalemate and glaring into each other’s eyes.
But as more and more mana poured into Erik’s sword, the god of war favored Erik more, taking away so of Alex’s strength.
“What happens when you win?” Alex asked while controlling his unfamiliar guardian mana. He learned that he had it because of his father. And as Alex believed in his pops, he wouldn’t use it now.
It took him so ti to shove it back into his heart. After doing that, Alex’s swords shone in his unique swordsmanships.
Erik distanced himself, feeling a chilling coldness around his arm. To not get any cold marks, Erik changed his style, altering his enemy’s moves, “So I can’t enjoy a strength contest anymore, can I?
So speed, that is,” Erik chuckled, going after Alex with a wide smile. This ti, he didn’t keep his sword on Alex for more than one second. After one slash, he would add a few more, continuously warming up his body against Alex’s coldness.
Alex’s wind swirled around him, laced in the sword mana. He responded to all assaults as fast as he could, slowly adapting to the enemy’s speed. Even better, Alex’s wind beca more offensive after a few moves, going after Erik as they flew in circles in the sky.
They were continuously hurtling at each other and escaping, fighting like birds in the sky.
“You asked what will happen if we win? You all die! You all will die while we go to Paradise!” Erik shouted as he enjoyed this battle against Alexander Mao.
It was so enjoyable that he didn’t pursue a quick victory, which he believed he would always have in his hands.
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