All Chapters of The Majestic Heir : Chapter 481
- Chapter 484
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Chapter 481 - An Uneven Battle
When Miralda said Marc’s astral body was extremely powerful, she wasn’t exaggerating. The moment it was struck by the yellow beams that shot out from the tablet, Marc was able to rise instantly and launch a counterattack.In fact, his astral body could do things his physical one never could.Whooosh!Marc’s astral form soared high into the air, darting thirty meters above the ground. Below, Thorga burst into laughter, thrilled that his attack had landed.“Hahaha! Didn’t I tell you? Nothing can withstand the tablet’s power! You can try to hide all you want, but in the end, I’ll always find you—and destroy you!”He waved his hand wildly, sending streams of yellow light scattering in every direction, probing for Marc’s location.Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!Like an automated laser cannon, dozens of beams sprayed across the battlefield in seconds, annihilating everything in their path.From above, Marc frowned as he observed the devastation.“Its power really is terrifying. No wonder Skarleta bel
Chapter 482 - Marc’s Defeat
Bang!Kael’s fist crashed against Marc’s back, sending his body hurtling forward before slamming him down onto the platform.Boom!The platform itself remained unscathed, but Marc’s astral body—though invisible—began to falter.“Damn it… I can’t breathe,” he muttered, struggling to rise from the ground.Before he could even regain his footing, Kael’s next strike landed.Bang!The goblin king’s kick smashed into Marc’s head, hurling him like a ragdoll until he crashed against the ground.Boom!Dust exploded upward, marking the spot where Marc’s body had been thrown. For Kael, it wasn’t just a result—it was a marker, a way to track his invisible opponent.Earlier, when Marc’s astral body had first appeared and effortlessly cut down Kael’s men one by one, the king hadn’t rushed recklessly into battle. Instead, he quietly studied him. To the outside world, Kael might have seemed like a brute who relied solely on muscle. But beneath that façade, he was calculating, searching for a weakness
Chapter 483 - Power That Brings Loss
Marc had almost no strength left—just a sliver remained. He should have used that last trace to return his astral body to his physical one. If not, death would soon claim him.But as he lay on the ground, his astral form—so much more sensitive than flesh—sensed something. Deep beneath the earth, a surge of pure energy pulsed. Stronger than anything he had ever encountered.“So this is what Skarleta meant,” he muttered. “This is the energy she was talking about.”It was the colossal force sustaining the magic tablet.Long ago, Gravemoor Island had been a center of the world because this was where the planet’s core energy surfaced most powerfully. Within this island, the forest where the tablet emerged marked the very heart of that energy. And more precisely—the shallow basin spanning a hundred meters around the platform was its strongest point.Ordinary bodies couldn’t sense it. But Marc’s astral body could.It was a blessing in disguise. Not only could he feel it, his instincts scream
Chapter 484 - Helma Tilcott Appears
Three years later.“Master Tilcott, I don’t even know what to say to you.”An elderly man bowed deeply, his posture radiating respect. His young daughter had been sentenced to just three more months of life due to cancer—until the healer before him came and cured her.“If it weren’t for you, my daughter wouldn’t have survived.”His voice trembled with emotion. Before him stood none other than the greatest healer in the entire kingdom—Helma Tilcott. She wasn’t only a legendary master healer, but also the mentor of the kingdom’s most celebrated hero, the Grand Lord Marc Belmont. What touched the man even more was that she hadn’t taken a single coin for the treatment. She had even refused his attempts to pay her.“There’s no need for such formality.”Helma gently lifted the old man’s shoulders.“Take care of her well from now on. That will be the best repayment for her healing.”She smiled warmly at him before turning to leave.“Master Tilcott, I swear on my life I will never forget your