All Chapters of Rise Of The Mage King: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
Drogo Payne lay on the edge of the giant hole he had made. He was a boy again. His skin was pale and soft. His hands were small. He could feel the cold wind on his face, and it actually hurt. He could feel the grass scratching his arms. He could feel his heart beating, a fast, scared thump-thump-thump.Tiana was sitting next to him. She was holding his hand. Her hand was so warm. It was the warmest thing he had felt in a long time."Drogo," she whispered. "You're back. You're really back."Drogo looked at her. He saw her brown eyes. He saw the dirt on her nose. He wanted to stay like this. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a hundred years. He wanted to forget about the Chasm, the fire, and the hunger.[HUMANITY: 5.0%.][STATUS: FRAGILE.]But the world would not let him be a boy.From the direction of the Black Spires, a new sound began to rise. It was not the sound of screaming or the sound of cannons. It was the sound of bells.Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.The sound was beautiful
Chapter 82
The Black Spires were covered in a web of golden lines. These were the Unbreakable Enchantments. They had been carved into the stone by the first mages. They were meant to last for a million years.Drogo Payne reached the edge of the Academy’s territory. He hovered in the air, three hundred feet above the ground. He looked at the golden web on the walls. He felt the Divine energy coming from the students. It was a lot of light. It was a lot of food."You think your walls are strong," Drogo’s voice boomed. It was no longer a chime. It was the sound of a planet cracking."But the Abyss is deeper."Drogo raised both of his massive, obsidian hands. He didn't point at the gates. He pointed at the ground in front of the walls.He reached deep into his Abyssal Core. He pulled every drop of mana he had eaten from the Sun-Gate, the Siphon, and the Sun-Knights. He mixed it with the Abyssal Light and the Gravity power.He created a new move [Abyssal Tsunami].Drogo slammed his hands down toward
Chapter 83
The courtyard of the Black Spires was a place of ruins. The Abyssal Tsunami had done its work. The beautiful marble statues were gone. The golden fountains were dry and cracked. The thousands of younger students, the ones who only knew how to light a candle or move a pebble—were lying on the ground, their magic stolen by the dark wave.But the Academy was not defeated yet.From the shadows of the four remaining Spires, a new group of people stepped out. They did not run. They did not scream. They walked with the slow, steady pace of hunters.These were the Vanguard. They were the Senior Class of the Academy. There were only fifty of them, but each one was a master. They did not wear the simple blue robes of the students. They wore heavy, enchanted leather and silver plates. Their staves were not made of wood; they were made of "Mana-Glass" that glowed with five different colors at once.The leader of the Vanguard was a girl named Lyra. She had short, silver hair and eyes that flic
Chapter 84
The first mage was a Fire-User. Drogo sucked the Heat out of his body. The mage didn't burn; he turned into a block of ice as his internal temperature was stolen.The second mage was a Water-User. Drogo sucked the "Fluidity" out of him. The mage turned into a pile of dry salt.[STRENGTH +20.][AGILITY +20.][NEW TRAIT: ELEMENTAL MASTER.]Drogo was no longer fighting. He was collecting. He moved through the fifty elite mages like a reaper in a field of wheat.A mage fired a bolt of lightning. Drogo caught it with his hand and licked it, swallowing the electricity.A mage tried to trap him in a cage of stone. Drogo breathed on the stone, and the Entropy Flame turned the cage into a cloud of dust that he then inhaled.The Vanguard, the pride of the Academy, was being eaten."Run!" Lyra screamed. She tried to fly away, her silver hair sparking with desperate blue light.Drogo looked up at her. "Down," he said.[GRAVITY WELL: 1000x.]Lyra was slammed into the silver floor. She couldn't mov
Chapter 85
The Black Spires were no longer black. They were gray, covered in the thick dust of shattered stone and burnt magic. The Academy, the greatest school of power in the history of the world, was a graveyard. The unbreakable walls were peeled open like the skin of a fruit. The silver floors were melted. The thousands of students who had been so proud in their blue robes were now just children sitting in the dirt, their magic stolen, their spirits broken.Drogo Payne stood in the center of the ruined courtyard. He was back to his human size, but he did not look like a human. His skin was a polished obsidian that seemed to drink the moonlight. His eyes were two deep, violet pools with a tiny white spark in the center, the Abyssal Light. He was breathing slowly. Every breath he took released a small puff of black smoke that smelled like the end of a fire.In his right hand, he held the Second Legacy Piece. It was a jagged shard of purple metal that vibrated against his palm. It felt warm
Chapter 86
The air did not just get thin as Drogo Payne ascended. It got expensive.Drogo was flying. His massive wings, made of jagged obsidian and pulsing with a violet-white fire, beat against the sky with a sound like heavy iron doors slamming shut. He had left the ruins of the Academy courtyard behind. He had left the broken students and the weeping teachers in the dust. He was moving upward, following the smooth, vertical line of the High Spire.Below him, the city of Solara was a map of his own anger. He could see the black scar of the Slum District, a place that was now just a memory of ash. He could see the middle tiers of the city, where the marble was cracked and the windows were shattered from his roar. But as he reached the final tier, the Apex Tier, the world changed.It was like crossing an invisible line in the water. Suddenly, the smell of smoke was gone. The smell of wet dirt and blood vanished. The air here smelled like nothing. It was clinical. It was too clean. It was the
Chapter 87
The heat from the impact didn't blow away. It didn't dissipate into the air. It curdled. The air around Drogo’s hand turned into a thick, glowing soup of unstable energy. It was a mix of his own entropy and the Creator’s radiance.[CRITICAL ERROR!][THE AEGIS IS A REFLECTION-TYPE BARRIER.][LAW DETECTED: EQUAL AND OPPOSITE.][THE SHIELD IS FEEDING YOUR OWN ENTROPY BACK INTO YOUR CORE.]Drogo’s eyes went wide.He felt a jolt of energy hit his hand. It was his own [Entropy Flame], but it had been "Purified." It was no longer a hole; it was a solid spike of light.The energy traveled up the sword, into Drogo’s hand, and through his arm."ARGH!" Drogo let out a roar of pure agony. His obsidian armor, the skin that had survived the Solar Flare, began to melt. It didn't turn to ash. It turned to liquid. The black stone of his arm began to drip onto the golden floor like hot wax.The prismatic light of the Aegis exploded outward. It was a Reflection-Blast.Drogo was hit by the full force of
Chapter 88
Drogo Payne did not wake up all at once. He woke up in pieces. First, he felt the cold. It was a deep, biting cold that lived inside his bones. Then, he felt the weight. It felt like a mountain was sitting on his chest, pressing the air out of his lungs.Finally, he felt the taste. It was the taste of copper, ash, and his own black blood. He opened his eyes. He was lying at the bottom of a crater. This was not the Forbidden Zone or the slums. He was in the Mid-Tier District of Solara. Around him, the ground was made of pretty blue stones, but now those stones were shattered. He had fallen from the Apex Tier like a stone dropped from the clouds.Drogo tried to move his right arm.Grind.The sound of broken obsidian rubbing against shattered bone made him hiss. His arm was a mess. The polished black skin was cracked and peeling off in large, dry flakes. Beneath the obsidian, his flesh was raw and glowing with a sickly violet light.[VITALITY: 12%.][MANA: 2%.][CORE STATUS: UNSTABLE.]
Chapter 89
Drogo looked at the thousands of praying people. "But they are an ocean. A hammer cannot break the sea. It just sinks until it is forgotten."The core struggle in his heart was no longer about being a monster or a boy. It was about being enough. He had evolved four times. He had eaten gods. And yet, he was still just one hole in a world of light.Suddenly, a new sound broke the hum of the prayers.Whirrrr. Click. Whirrrr.Drogo’s [Sense Vitality] flared, but it felt different. The signatures were not warm like humans. They were cold and sharp.He looked down the street.A group of Imperial Sentinels was approaching. These were not the Solaris Guards. They were the "Cleaners" of the Mid-Tier. They were eight feet tall, made of polished silver and white glass. They didn't have faces, only a single glowing blue lens in the center of their heads. They moved on six mechanical legs, looking like giant silver spiders."Scanning for Abyssal Contamination," a mechanical voice said. It sounded
Chapter 90
The water in the drainage pipe was not like the water in the slums. In the slums, the water was thick with mud and the smell of sick people. Here, in the Mid-Tier District, the water was clear and smelled like soap. But to Drogo Payne, it felt like acid.Every time the cold liquid touched his raw, violet flesh, he felt a jolt of electricity. It was the "Reflection" of the Aegis shield, still living inside his skin, trying to burn away the darkness.Drogo lay very still. He pressed his chest against the cold stone floor of the pipe. Above him, through the iron grate, he could see the red light of the Imperial Sentinels.Whirrrr. Click. Whirrrr.The sound of their mechanical legs was rhythmic. It sounded like a giant clock counting down the seconds of his life."Scanning Sector 7," the mechanical voice boomed. It was loud enough to make the water in the pipe ripple. "Abyssal signature detected. Accuracy: 84%. Target is wounded. Do not engage from a distance. Use the Purge-Claws."Drogo