Chapter 323
Author: Olugbengapens
last update2026-10-23 23:23:08

Alaric’s brown eyes with the burning golden pupils narrowed into slits of pure, royal fury.

"You," Alaric hissed. The grinding gears in his voice grew louder and more aggressive. "You are the anomaly. You are the thief who stole the power of the gods."

"I am not a thief," Frank said firmly. He stood as tall as he possibly could on his one good leg. He leaned heavily on his crutch, but he kept his head held high. "I am the Host. The magic belongs to me."

"The magic belongs to the crown!" Alaric
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    The False King raised his massive, heavily armored right arm high into the hot, humid air of the cavern. Suddenly, the thick, glowing golden veins running across the squishy red walls and the floor began to pulse violently. The massive heartbeat of the room doubled in speed. The ambient, raw magical energy of the Root was violently sucked out of the air. It flowed directly toward King Alaric. The energy swirled around Alaric’s raised right arm. Frank watched in absolute, paralyzing horror. He recognized exactly what the King was doing. He knew the technique. He knew the feeling of the magic gathering in the air. "No," Frank whispered. His breath caught completely in his throat. "Behold the true power of the crown," Alaric roared. A massive, blinding explosion of sick, dark magic erupted from King Alaric’s right arm. The magic did not form a shield. It did not fire a blast. It solidified. Wrapping perfectly around Alaric’s dark steel armor, a massive, giant arm of pure, compre

  • Chapter 323

    Alaric’s brown eyes with the burning golden pupils narrowed into slits of pure, royal fury. "You," Alaric hissed. The grinding gears in his voice grew louder and more aggressive. "You are the anomaly. You are the thief who stole the power of the gods.""I am not a thief," Frank said firmly. He stood as tall as he possibly could on his one good leg. He leaned heavily on his crutch, but he kept his head held high. "I am the Host. The magic belongs to me.""The magic belongs to the crown!" Alaric boomed, his voice shaking the massive, translucent fleshy tubes on the walls. "You are a beggar! You are a rat from the gutters of my city! You are not worthy of the light!""Your city is gone," Frank stated coldly. He pointed his human right hand at the terrified refugees pinned to the floor. "Look at what you did to your own people! You fed them to a machine! You forced them to marry and have children just to power an alien parasite!""I brought order!" Alaric yelled back. He stepped closer t

  • Chapter 322

    Frank’s pale blue eyes narrowed. "So he is just a puppet? Like the faceless monsters?""No," Luna warned strictly. "He is much worse. The Root did not delete his mind. The machine kept his memories, his personality, and his intelligence. But it twisted his soul. It amplified his arrogance and his cruelty. He truly believes he is the King. He believes he is in control. But he is just a slave. He is the False King."Frank understood. The Root was an incredibly cruel, evil parasite. It knew that a mindless zombie could be easily tricked. But a smart, arrogant human who believed he was a god would fight to the very bitter end. Frank looked at the forty refugees of Lyrendale hiding behind him. They were completely pinned to the floor by the heavy, oppressive, magical aura radiating from King Alaric. Kael, the strongest man in the group, was on his hands and knees, grinding his teeth, unable to stand up. Mrs. Gable wept softly. Mr. Thorne covered his bald head. They had recognized their

  • Chapter 321

    The colossal, fleshy throne room was absolutely, terribly silent. The heavy, rhythmic heartbeat of the ancient machine thumped in the walls. The thick, translucent veins pumped glowing golden poison through the dark red meat of the cavern. The hot, sour air smelled like rotten flowers and dried blood. But nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Princess Elara knelt on the soft, squishy floor. Her knees sank into the gray-pink brain tissue of the ground. She stared straight ahead. Her pale eyes were wide, completely frozen in an expression of absolute, mind-shattering horror. Standing thirty feet away from her was an eight-foot-tall monster. He wore massive, heavy armor made of dark black steel and bright, melted gold. Jagged spikes of petrified wood grew out of his shoulder plates. A thick, dark royal cape hung down his broad back, dragging across the bloody floor. He had just removed his horned, black glass helmet. His face was pale and gray, like the skin of a corpse that had been buri

  • Chapter 320

    "I saw the weakness of my kingdom," the armored giant explained. "I saw the hunger in the streets. I saw the rot spreading through the world. The old ways were failing. So, I made a choice. I embraced the golden light. I merged with the ancient power. I am not a slave. I am the architect of a perfect, peaceful, eternal new world."Elara stood frozen next to Frank. When she heard the giant speak about the kingdom, her blood turned completely to ice. Her heart stopped beating for a full three seconds. She recognized the cadence of the speech. She recognized the arrogant, absolute certainty in the words. "No," Elara whispered. Her voice was so quiet, so tiny, and filled with such profound, devastating horror that Frank almost didn't hear her. "Elara?" Frank asked, looking at her quickly. "What is wrong?"Elara could not answer him. She stared at the giant, armored figure on the fleshy throne. Her pale eyes were wide, unblinking pools of pure terror. Her entire body began to shake so v

  • Chapter 319

    The System acted as a perfect shield for his mind. The oppressive, dark aura of the Root crashed against Frank’s blue magic and washed away harmlessly. Frank reached his human right hand out. He grabbed Elara by the collar of her torn, bloody shirt. He pulled upward with all his human strength. He refused to let her fall to her knees. He refused to let her bow to the monster on the throne. "Stand up, Elara," Frank commanded. His voice was a harsh, desperate whisper. "Look at me. Do not look at him."Elara gasped for air. She gripped Frank’s right arm tightly. She used him as an anchor to pull herself back up. Her legs shook violently. The invisible pressure was still pushing down on her, trying to crush her, but she locked her knees and stood tall beside him. She raised her chipped royal steel dagger, pointing it weakly toward the throne. Frank let go of her shirt. He leaned heavily on his crude wooden crutch. He stood on his one good left leg, facing the massive, armored figure.

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