All Chapters of The Impotent King Rises: Chapter 181
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Three Seconds From Hell
"Finish him right now. Show no mercy!" Silas roared from the top of the iron stairs. He issued an absolute command to his dozen human guard dogs.David rolled to the left as a rusty machete struck the concrete floor exactly where he had stood a second ago. He swung his dull hunting knife upward to parry the first attacker's wrist. Quickly, he twisted his body and kicked the man's knee until it broke."One down," David shouted, panting. He grabbed the second man's collar and slammed his face into a stack of bricks."Hit him in the head from behind!" screamed a third gang member. He swung a thick iron chain into the air.David ducked. He punched the man in the solar plexus, then snatched the chain and swung its iron tip into the attacker's jaw. Three men were laid out in less than ten seconds. David's human body was forced to work far beyond its limits of exhaustion."You move like a cheap dancer, Vexley. Dance faster," Elliot's mocking laugh buzzed
A Dark World
"Vexley, what is happening over there? Your camera is dead! Answer me, Dog!" Elliot shouted from the communication device still attached to David's right ear.David raised his violently trembling hand, feeling his own ear. He yanked the small device out, crushed it into pieces of plastic and wire, and threw it into a puddle on the asphalt road."Shut your mouth," David hissed between ragged breaths.The warehouse behind him was still burning fiercely. The heat of the fire stung his blistered back, but David's eyes captured only absolute emptiness. Pitch black. He raised both his hands in front of his face. He blinked repeatedly. The result was the same. Total blindness had robbed him of his world."Five miles," David muttered to himself. He swallowed the blood pooling in his throat. "Only five miles to home. I can do this."David turned his body slowly, trying to remember the layout of the dirt road he had taken when riding the motorcycle earlier.
Finding the Flaw in the Dark
"They drove right past our yard, Dave. Silas's pickup trucks kept going north toward the smoke rising from their old warehouse," Elena whispered, her breath hitching. She released her grip on the worn window curtain, her body slumping in relief against the wooden wall.David, lying blind on the mattress, could only listen to the roar of the V8 engines slowly fading away. His bandaged bare chest rose and fell heavily. Every time he took a breath, the stinging pain from the burned nerves in his spine shot all the way to the base of his neck. His cloudy, milky-white pupils stared blankly at the bedroom ceiling."But there's one person left behind," Elena continued, her tone tense again. "That teenage boy who pointed at our house earlier. He separated from Silas's group and now he's walking into our yard."David clenched his fists beneath the blanket. "Who is he, El? Describe him to me.""He's young, maybe around seventeen. Very skinny, wearing thick-rimmed g
The Blind Man's Tactics
"Listen to the rhythm, Arthur. It's Morse code," David whispered.David sat on the cold kitchen floor. His blistered hands held the receiver of the corded landline phone. He tapped his index fingernail against the microphone part of the receiver. Short and long rhythmic taps echoed softly in the room. Tap, tap tap, tap.On the other end of the line, Franky was in a dingy motel in another state. He made no sound, only pressing the phone's number keys in a reply that meant he understood and was asking David to continue his message."He's tapping all our digital signals, but he's too arrogant to tap an analog copper wire from the eighties," David continued softly. He kept tapping, transmitting details about Elliot's local network and Elena's pacemaker.A few minutes later, Franky's answering taps sounded faster and panicked. David closed his white eyes, translating the code in his head."I can do it, Dave. I can create signal-spoofing malware to freez
Cutting the Puppet Strings
"Dad, the dogs are too close!" Arthur whispered, his breath catching. The seven-year-old boy curled up behind a rusty metal trash can in the corner of Elliot's yard.David gripped his two-way radio tightly in the dark bedroom. Cold sweat poured down his temples. "Hold your breath, Arthur. Do not move a single centimeter. Let him pass."In the yard, Elliot swept a blinding flashlight beam toward the bushes. The two Rottweilers continued to bark ferociously at the fence, confused and losing the scent because Arthur had rolled in a muddy drainage ditch to mask his smell."Who's there? Come out!" Elliot shouted angrily, pulling hard on his dogs' leashes.Arthur covered his mouth with his two tiny, trembling hands. The flashlight beam swept right over the trash can where he was hiding. The darkness of the night and the thick drizzle saved the child. Elliot clicked his tongue in annoyance, yanking his dogs roughly."Damn raccoons," the sociopathic teenag
The Accursed Harvest
"Bring Miller out! Hand the arsonist over to us!"Sheriff Tate's harsh voice echoed from the patrol car's loudspeaker, blending with the roar of Silas's pickup truck engines. Red and blue strobe lights flashed wildly, piercing the thin dawn fog in Upstate New York.David Vexley hid behind the trunk of a giant oak tree at the edge of his yard. His head throbbed violently, as if a sledgehammer were repeatedly smashing the inside of his skull. The residual side effects of the Wrath energy he had forced out that night still burned every motor nerve in his body. His vision was no longer pitch black, but the world before him was merely a collection of blurry silhouettes and irregularly moving grey shadows."They have no proof, Dave," Elena whispered with a trembling voice.His wife was suddenly beside him, having slipped out the back door of the house while clutching Arthur, who had his eyes squeezed shut in terror. Elena pulled David's shirtsleeve so her husba
A Knock on the Glass Window
The morning atmosphere in the town center had never felt this cold to Elena. The sky was indeed clear, but the hostility hanging in the air was far more freezing than a blizzard in Antarctica. She walked down the aisle of the only supermarket in the small town, pushing a shopping cart containing only a few cans of soup, milk for Arthur, and rolls of bandages for David's wounds.Every time Elena passed an aisle, the conversations of housewives and farmers selecting vegetables stopped abruptly. They stared at her intently. Not curious stares directed at a stranger, but stares radiating very naked disgust and hatred. One mother even yanked her daughter's arm roughly when Elena walked near them, as if breathing the same air as Elena would transmit a deadly disease.Elena tried to keep her face calm and expressionless, a skill she had honed to perfection while leading mafia cartel meetings in the past. However, this time was different. She no longer wore silk dresses or was
Agonizing Light
"Let me chase those bastards outside!" David roared.His voice boomed, shattering the shock in the living room. Without waiting for Isabella's or Elena's approval, David forced his battered body to stand. He ignored the pain in his ribs, pushing his legs to step forward toward the shattered window frame.However, his eyes, covered in a cloudy white film, could not judge distance correctly. On his third step, David's shin slammed hard against the edge of the wooden coffee table in the center of the room.CRASH!David lost his balance. He fell forward, his hands reflexively bracing his body on the wooden floor littered with sharp glass shards. The glass fragments pierced his blistered palms, drawing fresh blood that immediately mixed with the rainwater."Dave, stop! You can't see anything out there!" Elena screamed. She released her embrace on Arthur and immediately knelt beside her husband, trying to pull the man's arms away from the broken glass."Let go of me, El! I can still break t
Besieging the Tomato Field
"Cleanse this land of the demon's curse! Drag them out to face God's judgment right now!"The rumbling sound of hundreds of footsteps stomping on mud sounded like the heartbeat of a giant monster. Fanatical chants of prayer echoed back and forth, slicing through the drizzle outside the fragile wooden house. The light from hundreds of torches burned incredibly bright, piercing through the cracks in the broken windows and directly torturing David Vexley's corneas behind his pitch-black sunglasses."Isabella, help me get the pickup truck battery from the back garage," David ordered, panting. He endured the excruciating pain in his violently throbbing spine. "Elena, take Arthur to the bathroom. Wet all the towels and seal the door gaps tight. Move fast!""You can't hold them all off with just a car battery shock, Dave," Isabella replied while running toward the kitchen to grab jumper cables. "There are over a hundred of them out there. They have guns.""I jus
The Oil-Stained Mechanic
"I'm right here, Silas! Don't touch my wife and son!" David roared from behind the destroyed kitchen table. His voice was hoarse because of the thick smoke beginning to fill the room.Silas laughed loudly, his laughter overpowering the roar of the rain outside. The skull-tattooed man pumped the barrel of his shotgun. "You are all going to die tonight, Miller. No one can save a witch from the wrath of God!"BANG!Silas pulled the trigger without hesitation. The warning shot hit the living room ceiling. Shards of drywall and rotting wood rained down on Elena's hair as she hugged Arthur tightly. The Nephilim baby, whose power was dormant, cried hysterically, his breathing whistling loudly due to asthma triggered by the thick smoke."Keep your head down, El! Cover Arthur's ears!" David commanded.David did not summon cosmic energy. He did not activate the void shield. He suppressed his divine instincts to the deepest depths of his soul. If he unleashed