Novel Bin Chapter 452 452: ORDER VS CHAOS IV
Chapter 452 452: ORDER VS CHAOS IV
Cole cracked his neck from left to right as he got back up to his feet and pointed his sword at Aleron. Then he raised into the air and summoned his still active [World Storm] skill. And as soon as it was released from the confines of the assembly room, it spread to cover the entirety of this massive cavern, the entire city was under Cole\'s domain.
Rain started to fall, letting out hisses as they fell upon the obsidian glass shards that had been left behind from the shot Cole had fired. Aleron picked himself out of a rubble wiping his eyes as the rain got into it. Cole could see his leg trying to regenerate, while he used a street lamp to support himself to limited success; the street lamp itself was a little crooked.
"Who the fuck do you think you are! You are stupid and unworthy! I should be the Paragon I should be the chosen one me! Not a single one of you bastards from that god forsaken cursed planet deserve this power!
I was born amongst the brightest stars in any Galaxy. I am destiny! What makes you think you can stand against me you pathetic excuse of a fucking human being!" at the end of rant Aleron rushed at Cole who just raised BlackMalakai up and stabbed it deeply into the ground.
[Umbra Sword Garden]
Pitch black blades similar to Black Malakai surged out of the ground in a straight line from where Cole had stabbed it into the ground. They rushed, ripping the earth apart for Aleron, who swing his sword left and right, defending and deflecting against the surge of swords as he tried without fail to get closer to Cole but to no avail.
They were both at a stalemate, and since the skill had not gotten it\'s target, Cole had to still channel it. But he wasn\'t worried, with the amount of blades Cole was sending at him, Aleron was bound to make a mistake eventually, and sure enough he did.
Aleron overcame with fatigue missed a swing as a thin black blade stabbed into his sides, drinking his blood and surging out the other side. The pain made his next defense a tad bit slower as another made their way into his body. He resumed trying to defend himself, but the first two mistakes cost him gravely, and it seemed he was not as tolerant to pain as Cole was.
Then he missed a step and blade stabbed up from under the ground, pinning him in place for the rest to riddle his body with holes the moment he reacted. Cole watched impassively as more and more blades stabbed into Aleron\'s body, crucifying him and raising him high up into the sir until he was about three feet of the ground.
He tried to speak and a blade went through his throat, and two others through his jaws to keep his mouth open. It was like some form of horrific torture, and Cole wanted Aleron to be aware for all of it.
"You asked me….. what gives me the right to stand up against you. Well news flash space boy…..you killed my fuckin Dog!"
[Sin Eater] [Sin Reaper]
Somehow the act of draining Aleron was very painful for him. Cole was influencing the skills, his rage twisting and shaping them into something else. Since Aleron was so fascinated of the connection all Raens shared with him and through him with themselves, Cole was going to let him feel the drain of every single Raen, all twenty seven thousand three and sixty eight of them.
It was painful, and Aleron refused to go out without a fight as he projected that same pain back through the bond he shared with Cole and the other Raens. They all could feel the pain as surely as if they the ones feeling it themselves.
This really annoyed Cole, and everyone or rather Everyraen could feel it. Then Cole sent the pain they all felt back, magnifying it through the bond for each Raen, and if anyone of them were feeling pain or negative of any sort at the very moment, Cole took it and fed it back to Aleron with undisguised prejudice.
With his vocal cords ruined, Aleron could not even scream, but screaming would pale in comparison to the feeling of pain and anguish that he was currently feeling and pushing out through the bond. By this point it was just him relying on instinct to hold on to what he felt was safety and a lifeline, and that was the bond, but through it came all of the pain and agony he was feeling.
Then they felt, all of them, every Raen alive or not alive. They felt his mind snap, breaking and collapsing into itself as he retreated somewhere deep into his mind to escape the agony. But his was bonded, tied to the Raen bond so tightly that even to deepest corners of his mind, he would still be found.
Aleron Highwater, Prince Of The Stars, Pirate King of the Sorenson Galaxy and the single greatest human threat the world has ever experienced since the time of Adolf Hitler. The man had single handedly held the entire world council hostage, he was dangerous….and he was dead.
Cole could feel his energy, stats, skills everything that made him Raen spread out. A piece of a piece, all of it was shared amongst every single last Raen, that had been connected to him at that moment. It was a crazy discovery for Cole, but this Victory, this victory was not sweet at all.
At the end of it all Cole just felt hollow with a significant amount of weight on his chest. No satisfaction and probably a shit load of trauma that he was now going to be sharing with Every Raen that that\'s connected to him.
Even now he could feel them, all at the back of his head, whispering to him, their hopes and their dreams, their visions, goals. All of it in his head, like a library of knowledge that he could just as easily reach in and pull out.
He sat on the ground in the middle of the street as soldiers of the World Council surrounded him, but none of them made a move as [World Storm] still remained active, the rain pouring down as Cole placed his head on his knees.
Everything was too loud, and he just needed to take a minute and breath. He felt choked up as his eyes watered, while he tried his hardest to stop the tears from falling.
He felt like a child, he felt that it was unfair, and he felt angry, so angry. But the person responsible was dead, his desiccated husk of a body still crucified by Black Malakai\'s [Umbra Sword Garden]. So all of this anger, where was he to turn it too, who should he take it out on. It seems recently he\'s just been loosing people that were important to him.
Nobody was perfect, but loosing a brother, grandparents, killing your own cousins who as children you had trained, learned, and even gone to school together. Almost loosing a boy that\'s like a little brother to him, but even then he was in a coma with no one knowing whether he would wake up or not and if he did wake up, if he would ever Be the same again mentally.
And now his Dog was dead. The first pet he\'s owned since he was Eleven years old. Cole and Tehilla had spent hours pouring over Neral\'s schematics in an attempt to create bio-mechanical pets, mounts and combat companions for Raens.
The dog was delusional most of the time, loosing his mind the other half, and an absolute genius at others. And a pain in the butt all of the times, but the Grand General Neral held a special place in the heart of his master, everyone knew this, and now that space was empty.
It rang hollow to the void, and right now all Cole wanted to fill it was violence. He raised his head up to look at the soldiers surrounding him, he grunted once then blasted off into the sky to retrieve the remains of his dead dog, and leave this accursed place.
As for the world Council, who or whatever was left of them can pick up from where they left off, Tehilla would have already taken care of getting the Nations president rescued from the men Aleron had sent after her. So he was done with threats from space and from earth.
He knew whoever was left to pick up the pieces would not be so stupid as to cross him or fuck with his assets again. In the end Cole and Aleron were right, in order to make a change and bring about unity amongst all of earth, two things were needed.
An all powerful villain, and a significant amount of undisguised all dominating bloodshed!