NABC Chapter 465: Daddysss Back
Chapter 465: Daddysss Back
"Well... first wave is done, I guess." Razeal said it casually while floating high above the wall, as though what had just happened was nothing more than a small inconvenience. His crimson eyes moved across the battlefield below with calm indifference, quietly observing the devastation left behind by the meteor shower.And devastation was the only word that fit.
The plains beyond Silver Shield City no longer resembled a battlefield.
It looked like the end of the world.
The entire land had been torn apart beyond recognition. Giant craters covered everything as far as the eye could see, some still glowing with molten lava deep inside them. Smoke and dust drifted upward endlessly into the morning sky while shattered pieces of burning stone remained scattered across the destroyed earth.
Broken golems lay everywhere.
Or well what remained of them.
Some had melted halfway into the ground from the heat. Others had simply been blown apart entirely, their massive stone limbs scattered across the burning plains like discarded toys.
The remains of the flying warships looked even worse.
Several gigantic ships had crashed upside down into the battlefield, still burning fiercely from within. One had split completely in half after impact, its shattered core still flickering weakly beneath twisted metal and broken stone.
And among all of it
Human remains.
Armor fragments.
Broken weapons.
Blood.
The battlefield had become a graveyard.
The final meteor finally struck the ground in the distance with one last deafening boom before silence slowly returned to the world.
The violent winds faded.
The pressure in the atmosphere weakened.
Everyone standing upon the wall slowly felt their hair settle back down after being blown wildly for so long by the shockwaves and burning air.
Only dust remained now, drifting quietly through the ruined battlefield beneath the pale morning sky.
And silence.
Complete silence.
No screams.
No battle cries.
No marching army.
Nothing.
It was so silent that even breathing felt loud.
The soldiers standing across the walls of Silver Shield City stared outward without moving. Many still held weapons in their hands, but nobody seemed to remember what to do with them anymore.
Some looked pale.
Others simply looked lost.
Because what they had just witnessed no longer felt like war between humans.
It felt unnatural.
Even the various hidden observers watching the battlefield from far away through magical artifacts and surveillance methods had fallen silent. Nobles, generals, spies, organisations, kingdoms every force keeping an eye on this war had completely lost words.
No one had expected this.
No one.
"Fhewwww..." Lady Veyra slowly released a long exhausted breath while placing one hand against her forehead.
"I need to calm down and sit somewhere after this..." Her voice sounded genuinely tired now. The usual sharp confidence she carried had visibly weakened after witnessing everything that happened in the last few minutes. "What in the world did I just watch..."
She simply stood there staring blankly at the battlefield, her dark eyes reflecting the burning ruins below.
Honestly
Even she no longer knew what expression she was supposed to make anymore.
Beside her, Lord Kael let out a rough breath before rubbing both hands over his bald head.
"We are getting old..." he muttered weakly. "We truly cannot keep up with this new generation anymore."
His lips twitched helplessly as he looked toward Razeal floating calmly in the sky.
"No... forget generation. This is not normal even for monsters."
"And these new methods..." he continued while shaking his head helplessly. "Haah... no... honestly I have no words left anymore. I need a long leave after this war... no, forget leave... maybe I should seriously think about retirement..."
Several nearby soldiers awkwardly nodded in agreement.
Lord Kael shook his head again while staring at the battlefield.
"What kind of war strategy is this even supposed to be?" he muttered. "I have spent my entire life studying warfare... formations, siege tactics, defensive structures, army movement, supply lines..."
His eyes drifted back toward the giant craters below.
He had never seen tactics like this used in any kind of war. If throwing meteors straight onto your enemies’ heads could even be called a war strategy in the first place.
The old marshal honestly did not know whether he wanted to laugh or feel terrified.
Because somehow
It worked perfectly.
Nine peak Great Saints.
Destroyed.
An entire advancing force erased before properly reaching the battlefield.
And the one responsible had not even moved from his position.
Lord Kharvek suddenly rubbed his forehead violently as if trying to wake himself from a nightmare.
"He made paste out of nine Great Saints..." he muttered blankly. "Like it was nothing..."
His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally turned toward Grace and Lady Veyra with disbelief still covering his face.
"Seriously... where did you even find this guy?" he asked.
"And more importantly..." his expression became even stranger, "how in the hell did you convince him to help us in this war?"
Even now he still could not process it.
A monster like this helping their side willingly?
It sounded unreal.
Grace stayed silent for a moment.
Because honestly
She did not know how to answer that question anymore either.
"Yeah... about that..." Lady Veyra opened her mouth as if wanting to explain something.
But then simply gave up halfway.
"Leave it," she muttered tiredly while waving both hands lazily in surrender. "I’m too mentally exhausted to think anymore."
She stared toward the destruction again with empty eyes.
"I just don’t want to think about anything right now..."
That only made Lord Kael snort helplessly.
For once
None of them argued.
Meanwhile, Nancy and Maria stood silently nearby.
Neither of them spoke.
Neither knew what to say anymore.
Nancy quietly stared at Razeal floating high above the ruined battlefield, her thoughts growing heavier the longer she looked at him.
He truly did not feel like a normal Great Saint anymore.
For a brief moment, a ridiculous thought crossed her mind.
Could he actually be a Supreme?
But she rejected the idea almost instantly.
A sixteen year old Supreme? Yeah sure.
Impossible.
That was not talent anymore. That would be something completely beyond reason itself.
And yet
What she had just witnessed did not feel reasonable either.
Nine peak Great Saints had been erased from existence within minutes. An entire advancing army had been turned into burning rubble before even properly reaching the battlefield.
And the one responsible still floated there calmly as though he had done nothing impressive.
Nancy slowly tightened her fingers together.
She genuinely could not understand him anymore.
The more she learned about Razeal, the more unsettling he became.
Not because he was cruel.
Not because he was arrogant.
But because nothing about him followed common sense.
Her eyes unconsciously drifted toward his back again.
Silver hair moving lightly in the wind.
Calm expression.
No pride.
No excitement.
As though destroying armies was normal.
Nancy lowered her gaze slightly.
Celestia must be regretting her decision now...
The thought appeared naturally in her mind.
After all, she now knew why Celestia had distanced herself from him in the past. Razeal had been considered talentless. Mana-less. A failure unworthy of standing beside the Imperial Princess.
And now?
Nancy slowly looked toward the destroyed battlefield again.
Even Celestia herself probably could not create something like this.
Not at this age atleast
Not at this level.
Honestly.. The entire continent would probably go insane if word of this battle fully spread.
Her eyes softened slightly while looking toward him again.
He truly is different...
Now that she knew parts of his past, the feeling only became stronger.
Rejected by the world.
Humiliated constantly.
Brutally abused exciled like situation.. with no help of any background.
Looked down upon by almost everyone around him.
Even fate itself seemed to have crushed him repeatedly.
And yet
Here he stood now.
Above countless so-called geniuses.
Nancy quietly exhaled.
She could not help admiring him a little.
Not just his strength.
But his persistence.
His sheer refusal to stay down no matter what the world threw at him.
Even his personality.. As terrible as it honestly was.. Even ic could not fully erase that admiration.
Because truly...
Razeal’s personality was awful. That was a truth
He respected almost nobody. Spoke however he wanted.
Did not know how to properly talk to people.
Acted arrogant constantly.
And somehow still managed to offend nearly everyone around him without trying. Making everyone feel like they are not needed.
But despite all that
There was still something strangely attractive about him.
Not attractive in appearance alone.
But in presence.
In the way he carried himself.
As though nothing in the world could truly bend him.
Nancy frowned lightly at her own thoughts.
Honestly, when Razeal had poisoned her brother during their duel before, she had genuinely despised him.
Completely.
At that time, she had looked at him with disgust.
Because from her perspective, he had loudly declared the duel himself, acted prideful beforehand, then relied on poison to win.
It looked shameless.
Cowardly even.
But now, after seeing everything else...
Her perspective had changed.
Not completely... But enough.
Because now she understood something important.
Her brother had never truly been Razeal’s target in the first place.
That duel
That victory
Those methods
All of it had only been a stepping stone for him.
While everyone else focused on rivals beside them, Razeal had always been looking upward instead.
Toward bigger enemies.
Bigger goals.
Bigger ambitions or whatver they were.. even if she doesn’t know.. she is aware that her brother had simply happened to be used by him.
Which.. Strangely enough
That realization should have made her more angry.
Yet somehow it did not.
Nancy quietly shook her head to herself.
This man is honestly a little charming in his own strange way...
Cruel.
Annoying.
Arrogant.
But still strangely charming.
Then her eyes slowly shifted toward Sofia floating nearby.
And her expression became odd again.
Though... he has a wife now.
Even now, Nancy still found that difficult to fully believe.
Honestly, she had never imagined Razeal fitting into something like marriage at all.
He simply did not feel like someone suitable for romance.
She had genuinely never imagined any woman would willingly marry someone with such a horrible personality.
But then again...
Women had always been known for strange tastes.
Nancy silently looked at Sofia again.
Maybe Sofia was simply an even bigger weirdo than others.
Just women with heavy taste.
Maybe she could see something in Razeal other people could not.
Nancy did not know but that was the only explanation she could come up with.
And yeah, she did not comment further on it.
Meanwhile, on the other side
Sofia floated quietly in the air beside Razeal while staring at the destroyed battlefield below.
Her lips slowly puffed outward into a pout.
"Guess my honeymoon plans are not succeeding after all," she muttered unhappily.
Below them, lava still glowed faintly within several massive craters while smoke drifted endlessly upward into the sky.
The destruction was ridiculous.
And annoyingly enough
Razeal had actually managed to do exactly what he claimed.
One move.
Just one.
Sofia narrowed her eyes slightly toward him.
This bastard...
Now that she thought about it carefully, he had prepared everything beforehand on purpose.
The giant Bone Wall.
Those strange defensive structures.
The traps.
The forests.
All of it.
Not simply for war.
But also because he genuinely had no intention of letting her win that stupid bet.
Sofia’s lips twitched slightly.
She honestly wanted to bite him right now.
She was the Princess of Atlantis.
The most beautiful woman beneath the oceans.
The daughter of a divine being.
Countless men would willingly die just to spend one day beside her.
And yet
This sour face dumbass barely reacted to her at all.
It genuinely offended her pride sometimes.
Sofia glanced sideways toward him again.
Razeal remained focused entirely on the battlefield, seemingly not caring about anything else.
Her pout deepened immediately.
What exactly does this man even want...
Seriously.
She genuinely could not understand him.
Sometimes he acted cold.
Sometimes arrogant.
Sometimes unexpectedly gentle in strange moments.. well that a lie.. shes telling herself maybe.. he never acted gentle did he? No.. yeah that ring time he didddd..
And well then at other times he completely ignored her existence. Which is most of times
No normal man behaved like this around her.
Honestly, she had started wondering if something was wrong with him.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
Or maybe... he simply has terrible taste.
That thought somehow annoyed her even more.
Sofia folded her arms tightly beneath her chest before throwing another hateful side glance toward him.
Razeal though did not notice Sofia’s expression anymore.
His attention had already shifted elsewhere.
Suddenly, his head turned sharply toward the northern horizon. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly as his senses caught something approaching at terrifying speed.
Something fast.
Far too fast.
The air itself was trembling faintly from it.
A distant object tore across the sky faster than sound itself, breaking through one sound barrier after another as it approached the battlefield directly. Even from this far away, the pressure behind that movement alone felt unnatural.
Hypersonic speed.
Razeal’s expression slowly lost the casual amusement it carried moments ago.
"A Supreme is coming," he said quietly.
The words were calm.
But the effect they had on everyone around him was immediate.
Every lord standing atop the wall stiffened visibly.
Lord Kael’s throat moved hard.
Lord Kharvek’s fingers tightened unconsciously.
Even several nearby soldiers suddenly looked pale.
The pressure of hearing those words alone was enough to make their hearts tense painfully.
A Supreme?
Just the title itself carried terror.
Only Sofia remained relatively calm, though her playful mood disappeared entirely now. Maria also straightened slightly, her annoying expression turning more serious, while Nancy narrowed her eyes quietly toward the horizon.
Grace slowly inhaled through her nose before lowering her gaze slightly.
"Maternal grandfather..." she whispered softly to herself.
Her voice sounded complicated.
Stressed and Conflicted.
Because no matter what happened now
Blood was still blood.
Everyone’s attention focused toward the direction Razeal was looking.
At first
There was nothing.
Only the ruined battlefield stretching endlessly into the distance beneath the pale morning sky. Craters. Smoke. Burning wreckage.
Silence
No movement at all.
The tension slowly became heavier second by second.
Then
FHRRREEEEEEEE
BOOOOM!!
BOOOOM!!
BOOOOM!!
The sound arrived before the figure did.
Massive sonic explosions ripped across the air one after another as something approached at terrifying speed. The pressure waves alone distorted the atmosphere visibly.
Several soldiers on the wall instinctively covered their ears.
Then suddenly
Far across the battlefield
An enormous cloud of dust exploded upward.
The ground itself cracked outward violently where the figure landed, sending debris flying in all directions. The impact alone shook parts of the ruined battlefield again.
Everyone immediately narrowed their eyes toward the dust cloud.
Even from miles away
They could feel it.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
The atmosphere itself had changed the moment he arrived.
The dust continued swirling violently for several seconds before suddenly
WHOOOOSH.
A powerful burst of wind erupted outward from the center.
The dust scattered instantly in every direction.
And finally
The figure standing there became visible.
Lord Kael’s breathing faltered.
"He... he’s here..."
His voice came out rough and uneven.
Far away in the middle of the destroyed battlefield stood a tall, heavily-built middle-aged man clad in dark battle armor. His broad shoulders looked almost mountain-like beneath the heavy plates covering his body.
Bright yellow hair moved lightly behind him beneath the lingering winds.
And around him
A pressure so heavy it felt almost physical.
Even from miles away, everyone atop the wall could feel the oppressive aura radiating from him naturally.
This was not like a Great Saint.
This felt entirely different.
Like standing before a natural disaster wearing human skin.
Several soldiers along the walls unconsciously lowered their heads without realizing it.
Others could not even breathe properly anymore.
Meanwhile
Zane Rock stood silently amidst the ruins of his destroyed army.
His eyes slowly moved across the battlefield around him.
Burning wreckage.
Broken warships.
Destroyed golems.
Bodies.
Pieces of bodies.
Some soldiers had not even remained whole enough to recognize anymore. Armor fragments and blood mixed together beneath molten stone while smoke drifted through the air around him.
Zane’s face did not change.
Not even slightly.
But the silence around him somehow became heavier because of that.
He slowly stepped forward once.
Crunch.
Part of a shattered helmet broke beneath his boot.
Nearby lay what remained of a soldier.
Or perhaps several soldiers.
At this point it was difficult to tell.
Only torn flesh and broken bone remained scattered together beside a crater.
Zane’s gaze lingered there briefly.
Then he slowly closed his eyes.
"I was late," he murmured quietly.
The words almost sounded like an apology.
Not to the living.
To the dead.
Because these soldiers had followed his orders.
They marched here beneath the banner of House Rock believing they were serving their family honor.
And now
Most of them no longer even possessed bodies to bury.
Zane slowly opened his eyes again.
Inside them
Silence.
But beneath that silence existed something darker.
Something dangerous.
He had sensed the massive fluctuations from far away while traveling toward the battlefield and immediately understood something had gone wrong. He had abandoned the slower main forces behind and rushed ahead alone at maximum speed.
Even then
It was not enough.
The distance had simply been too great.
There was no sorrow on Zane’s face.
No grief.
No visible regret.
Only fury.
A heavy, deeply buried rage that seemed barely contained beneath the calm mask he wore.
Slowly, he opened his eyes again.
And the moment he did, his gaze pierced straight across the ruined battlefield before meeting Razeal’s eyes directly.
The atmosphere tightened instantly.
Razeal’s lips slowly curved upward into a faint smile.
Zane’s eyes narrowed dangerously in response.
The air between them seemed to grow heavier.
Back atop the distant wall, several people unconsciously stiffened seeing that silent exchange alone.
Even Lord Kael felt cold sweat forming slightly along his neck.
Because both men were smiling.
And somehow
That felt worse than open hostility.
"You all stay here," Razeal said calmly without taking his eyes off Zane.
Everyone behind him immediately looked toward him.
Then Razeal casually rolled one shoulder slightly before speaking again.
"Till then... let me move some muscles a little."
And before anyone could even answer
He disappeared.
Several people on the wall widened their eyes instantly.
No explosion.
No dramatic movement.
They didn’t see him move.. they were greatsaints aswell.. how can that be..??
He simply vanished from where he stood.
Then
Far below upon the battlefield
A shadow suddenly spread outward across the broken ground a few meters before Zane.
The darkness expanded unnaturally before rising upward slowly like liquid smoke.
Then Razeal’s body emerged from within it calmly, lifting upward before stopping directly in front of the Pillar Head.
Now
Only two people stood upon the battlefield.
The burning ruins stretched endlessly around them while smoke drifted through the air between shattered craters and collapsed warships.
Zane slowly looked down at the young man standing before him.
Then suddenly
He laughed.
Not loudly.. But coldly.
A dangerous laugh.
"Hehhhh...??"
One large hand slowly moved across part of his face before falling back toward the massive greatsword resting beside him.
"What arrogance," Zane said slowly.
His voice was deep and rough like stone grinding against stone itself.
He pulled the gigantic blade from behind his back before lowering its tip heavily onto the ruined ground beside him.
BOOOOOMMM!!
The cracked earth beneath the sword trembled slightly from the weight alone.
"Are you truly thinking of stopping me alone?" he asked while staring directly into Razeal’s eyes.
His chin remained raised proudly.
Around him, broken rocks and debris slowly vibrated across the battlefield, reacting to the suppressed pressure leaking from his body.
The closer one stood to him
The clearer it became.
This man was dangerous.
Not simply strong.
Dangerous.
Yet Razeal showed no reaction at all.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly while calmly looking up at the much taller man before him.
"I can say the same thing," he replied lazily. "Just one Supreme... and you still dared attack something you knew belonged to me."
The words instantly made the atmosphere colder.
Even from the distant walls, everyone hearing those words felt their hearts tighten.
And they simply wanted to scream as well... what audacity. What does he think? That Supreme should be scared of him?? Just what kind of god complex does one need to have to say words like those?
And
Something... that belonged to him.
Razeal spoke about an entire kingdom as though it were already his possession.
And somehow
At this point, nobody found the statement ridiculous anymore.
Zane’s grip tightened slightly around the hilt of his sword.
The veins along his forearm visibly bulged beneath the armor.
But Razeal continued speaking calmly.
"Tell you what," he said casually. "I’ll give you one chance."
His crimson eyes stared directly into Zane’s.
"Leave one arm behind and retreat."
The battlefield went silent.
"I’ll let you keep your life."
The sheer disrespect inside those words stunned even the people watching from far away.
A Great Saint threatening a Supreme so casually
No fear.
No hesitation.
Nothing.
Even Sofia standing atop the wall blinked once before quietly smirking to herself.
Meanwhile, Zane simply stared at him silently for several seconds.
Then
The pressure around him suddenly grew heavier.
"I originally intended to let you walk away.. Make some agreement between us maybe," Zane said slowly.
His voice had become colder now.
"I wanted no trouble with you... nor with the Virelan family."
His eyes slowly moved across the ruined battlefield around them.
The dead soldiers.
The burning wreckage.
The shattered remains of his army.
Then his gaze returned toward Razeal again.
"But now..."
His hand tightened harder around the greatsword.
Crack.
The broken ground beneath his feet split apart slightly.
"You slaughtered my men."
For the first time since arriving
Real killing intent slowly leaked from his body.
Not wild.
Not uncontrolled.
But heavy enough to suffocate weaker people from miles away.
Back upon the wall, several soldiers instantly turned pale.
Even Lord Kharvek’s expression changed slightly.
"This pressure..." he muttered quietly.
The sky itself almost seemed darker around Zane now.
"And for that..." Zane continued slowly, "You will pay with your life."
His voice finally carried open fury now.
Not screaming.
Not raging.
Which somehow made it feel far more dangerous.
Because beneath that calm tone
Everyone could feel it clearly.
This man truly intended to kill.
Razeal quietly listened to him finish.
Then simply shrugged.
"Alright then."
No tension. No seriousness.
Nothing sounding that
"Let’s see."
Zane’s eyes twitched slightly at that response.
For the first time in many years
Someone standing beneath the Supreme Realm looked at him without even the slightest trace of fear or respect.
And somehow
That irritated him more than open insults would have.
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Yooo guys... your favorite author is here again .. No beating please, hold your gears, dogs
First of all, I sincerely apologize for missing so many updates. Like genuinely... I’m really sorry.
Its just these past days have just been heavy. Really heavy.
I had my first breakup. We did get back together later, but that whole thing seriously messed with my emotions and mood. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I either wanted to burn everything down or just disappear and do nothing... so yeah, I chose the second option.
I hope you all understand.
But also... from now on, the novel continues. And I promise NO MORE LEAVES ????????
I swear.
Y’all were cursing me so hard I got traumatized.
Sorryyyy, beautiesss.
And honestly... things around me have been messed up too. A guy who lived just a few houses away from mine like literally the best friend of my little brother committed suicide aswell. Yeah, dude was weird and pervert sometimes, but still... that was fucked up.
And with that, now two other people around me also committed suicide in same fucking month.
That kind of stuff really messes with your head. It made me realize something seriously important:
Fuck the world sometimes. Life comes first.
Please take care of your emotions and mental health. Money, work, success all that can come later.. fuck it. Don’t destroy yourself stressing over everything.
Be careful with yourselves.
Alright... sorry again. I wanna explain more, but you guys are probably already gonna curse me for writing this longer than an actual Chapter ????
So yeah apologies again.
We’re back on track now. No more disappearing.
Hope you all understand sigghh
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