Unrivaled Dragon King: God of War’s Revenge

The Forbidden Blood

The sandalwood box had rested on the broken asphalt spewing black sludge. The holy medicine, the Seven-Leaf Spirit Grass, that cost ten billion dollars--and was all Sarah had to live--was dead.

And his wife was next.

Two hours, Alex said to the parking lot that was deserted. He could taste the words which were the ash in his mouth.

He didn't scream again. He didn't cry. The Dragon King does not cry. He worked his hopelessness into a frosty hard determination.

He stood up. The cement below his feet was broken by the weight of his previous explosion. His golden halo that typically surrounded him wavered, and was a mirror of the ordeal in his heart.

Talon, communicate with me, Alex said into his encrypted headset.

"Lord! Did you get the medicine? We are picking up huge bursts of energy in the parking lot! Is everything secure?"

The medicine is killed, Alex said, with a flat hopeless voice. "Get the car. We are going back to the villa. Now."

Fifteen Minutes Later: The White Villa.

The Mercedes jumped to a stop in a driveway. Alex did not wait to have the driver open the door. He pulled the handle off, and fled up into the house.

He broke into a master bedroom. There was an odor of ozone and of burned plastic and the metallic smell of death in the air within.

The machines around the bed were screaming. The heart-thing was going beep, beep... beep... beep.

"My Lord!" The Chief Doctor rushed to his side and his face was as white as a sheet. He had a defibrillator in his hands, and he was shaking. "Thank God you are back! Where is the Spirit Grass? Her religious foundation is sinking! We are losing her!"

Alex passed him over to the bed without paying attention to the commotion.

Sarah did not look better than ever. Her once porcelain skin was now a dull dead grey. Spider-webs were beginning to form on her arms, and they bled in a dim red like embers dying. Her body was literally falling apart literally it was turning into dust with her soul bond being broken to pieces.

I do not have the grass, I said, Alex.

The doctor froze. He dropped his clipboard. It rattled tremendously upon the floor. "You... you don't? And then... then nothing we can do. She will not be there long. Maybe less."

"Get out," Alex said.

"My Lord?"

"EVERYONE GET OUT!" Alex roared.

His voice was so tremendous that it broke the windows. The glass burst out in all directions and fell on the lawn.

The physicians scrambled out of the room like the rats of a sinking ship, and dropped their equipment in their rush. Only General Talon remained. The man is huge, and stands over the door with his hand upon his sword-hilt, his countenance scowling and dark.

Lord, said Talon to himself, as he shut the door behind the runaway physicians. "I know that look in your eyes. What are you planning?"

Alex looked at Sarah. He put out his hand and patted her cold cheek. It felt like touching marble.

The Spirit Grass is pure Yang energy, said Alex, shook by a little. It is applied to balance the Yin side of damaged soul. That's why it works. It seals the gap created by the mining away of it.

"Yes," Talon nodded slowly. However, it is the only thing there in the world that is pure enough to transfer the transfer without killing the host. There is no substitute."

"No," Alex interrupted. He turned to look at Talon. "There is one other thing."

Alex started to draw the sleeve of his ragged grey coat up. He checked the veins of his wrist. They were throbbing a little, and golden, and he could believe he could see them through his skin.

"My blood," Alex said.

The horrors flashed in the eyes of Talon. He came forward physically standing between Alex and the bed. "No! Lord, you cannot be serious! Thou wield the Nine Heavens Dragon Art! Your blood is pure fire! It is too potent! Give it to some mortal and she will inside out burn!

She is no longer a mortal, Alex said, looking at the cracks on the arm of Sarah. "Her soul was stolen. She is an empty vessel. My blood will fill the void. It's the only way."

"It's forbidden!" Talon shouted. This was the first time after five years that the subordinate had dared to speak up to his master. The Blood Transfer Ritual will suck you out of cultivation base! You will have to sacrifice half your life to save her! Fifty per cent of your power will be lost in a moment! Thou shalt have fallen out of the God Realm!

With an expression of wild panic, Talon was pointing at the shattered window, the city skyline.

The Dark Soul Sect is in pursuit of you! The Shadow Assassins have already discovered you to-night! You make yourself weak to-day and they will take your head! You will die! And when you die the Dragon Temple dies! And the world goes to the balance!

"Move," Alex said.

"I won't let you kill yourself!" Talon drew his sword. The steel rang out in the room. To the country, to the country, to the millions of people who are counting on your protection I must arrest you!

Alex looked at him. He didn't get angry. He just felt tired.

"Talon," Alex said softly. Do you suspect I have conquered the world to gain power? Do you think I am so interested in being the Dragon King?

He turned back and saw Sarah, in the sleep of the dead.

"Without her... I am just a ghost. In case I will not be able to save her, come the Dark Soul Sect. Let them burn the world. I don't care."

Alex moved.

BAM!

He didn't use a technique. He just walked forward. His aura crashed at Talon in a freight train.

The man was the General, who could fight tanks with his bare hands, and he was blown back. He bumped down the wall and broke the plaster, and dropped to the floor, coughing up blood.

"Lord..." With his sword clattering Talon wheezed and tried to stand up.

"Stay there," Alex ordered. "And watch."

Alex sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up a silver scalpel on the deserted medical tray.

He looked at Sarah. I swore that I would keep thee safe. I'm sorry I was late."

He held the scalpel in the position of his own wrist.

SLASH.

He cut deep.

The wound such as this would normally heal on a Grandmaster in seconds. But Alex pushed against his strength, and had to keep the wound open.

Blood flowed out.

It wasn't red. It was gold.

It had a blinding light, and it shone like molten sun. The skyrocketing of the room temperature happened immediately. The curtains in the room began to smoke. The IV tubes of plastic that were placed close to the bed started melting.

Alex put up his wrist to the pale lips of Sarah.

"Drink," he whispered. "Take it all."

The golden blood dripped to her mouth. Drop by drop.

HISS.

The liquid fire penetrated into her system, and Steam came out of her lips. Her body was spasmodically going up and down the bed.

"ARGH!" Alex gritted his teeth.

Pain. Pure, agonizing pain.

It didn't feel like bleeding. It was like a person was inside his body and drawing his spine through his wrist. His breeding, the strength he had five years made with blood and sweat and war was bleeding him out.

His vision blurred. His knees shook.

50%... 40%...

His skin turned pale. The frightening golden halo which had habitually enclosed him began to fade, waving like a candle in the wind. He felt weak. He was mortal, as he had never been before in years.

But Sarah...

Her grey skin turned pink. The hideous fractures on her arms were closed up again with one touch of the Dragon Blood. Her chest rose. She took a deep, ragged breath.

GASPPP.

It worked.

"Lord! Stop!" Talon shouted, crawling on all his hands and knees, his face wet with tears. "That's enough! You'll die!"

Alex pulled his wrist away. The scar was healed immediately and a jagged white scar was left behind.

He again struck the floor and was panting. He wiped the chilling sweat out of his eyes. He felt heavy. His hands and legs were heavy as lead. He had lost half his strength. He would fight the Master to his last breath had he come now.

But he didn't care.

He looked at the bed.

Sarah's eyelids fluttered.

"Sarah?" Killing with a quailering hand, Alex whispered, and held her. "It's me. It's Alex."

Her eyes snapped open.

Alex froze.

He had supposed to see her brown, soft eyes. The eyes that gazed at him with love. The eyes he had fancied in 5 years.

But the eyes looking back in upon him were not brown.

They were red.

Razing, perpendicular, crimson lines.

She did not even look at him lovingly. She gazed at him with primeval, frightening spleen.

She sat up slowly. The air she was in curved and distorted. Some gigantic bird--a Phoenix of crimson fire--was hissing silent phantom images behind her.

She was more of a fast mover than a human being can move. She reached and caught the throat of Alex.

Her grip was like iron.

"You..."

Her voice wasn't hers. It resembled two voices, one human, one divine. It was as though it was cracking embers.

You would dare to nourish me Dragon Blood?

She squeezed.

Alex's eyes widened. He was the God of War, and thus in her power, and, feeble as he was, could not breathe.

She had awakened the Phoenix within her. And it was angry.