touchnovel Chapter 1451 Descent Into Insanity
Chapter 1451 Descent Into Insanity
"Haa..."
Neron stood among the fallen guards, their lifeless bodies strewn across the palace courtyard, evidence of his raw and unrelenting power. With a single thought, he had ended them, their lives snuffed out like flickering candles in a storm.
His expression was unyielding, his white eyes gleaming with a terrifying blend of rage and purpose.
He turned his gaze to the grand palace before him, its towering gates flanked by lines of soldiers ready to defend their home. They gripped their weapons tightly, their faces pale with fear.
Yet, their loyalty compelled them to hold their ground.
Neron raised his hand, his magic surging in response. In a single motion, he unleashed a wave of energy that slashed through the ranks like an invisible blade. The guards fell, their bodies split apart as the force tore through them with surgical precision.
Blood stained the golden steps of the palace, and silence followed—a stark contrast to the chaos that had just erupted.
Walking through the carnage, Neron entered the grand hall, his steps echoing ominously.
His presence seemed to suck the warmth from the air, leaving only the icy chill of death. Before him stood the Sentinels, towering golden statues designed to protect the heart of the Midas Empire. They moved with purpose, their heavy forms resonating with a mechanical hum as they came to life.
He could sense them—the Empress and her children—hidden behind the massive walls these statues guarded. His voice boomed through the chamber, filled with cold fury.
"You can't hide forever! No wall, no creation, no sentinel can stop me. I will tear through it all and bring you to justice!"
The Sentinels began their attack, their golden fists crashing down with enough force to shatter stone. Neron leaped back, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed their movements. They were powerful constructs, their attacks methodical and relentless, but they lacked the one thing he excelled in—intelligence.
Dodging a crushing blow, Neron activated his Original Magic, and everything around him froze.
The Sentinels, once a blur of motion, now stood motionless, their massive forms caught mid-swing. He stepped forward, his hands glowing with energy as he delivered precise attacks to their cores. Each strike sent waves of destructive force rippling through the constructs, their golden forms cracking under the immense pressure.
Time resumed, and the Sentinels crumbled one by one, their massive frames collapsing into heaps of shattered metal and dust.
The battle had left the hall in ruins, but Neron emerged unscathed, his focus unbroken.
Standing before the towering gate that led to the throne room, he placed his hand on its surface. His murderous intent radiated outward, an aura so suffocating that it felt as if the very air rebelled against it.
Beyond the gate, the Empress and her children awaited their fate.
Neron's lips curled into a grim smile as he pushed the doors open, his darkened eyes glinting with finality.
There was no turning back now.
He had crossed the point of no return, and nothing would stop him from completing his mission.
With a primal yell, he unleashed a barrage of golden fire and energy, the room erupting into chaos as the spells hurtled toward Neron.
But Neron was prepared.
With a flicker of his Original Magic, he manipulated the time around them.
Kuzon's sister, who had been standing to the side, was pulled into the path of the attack. The golden flames consumed her before Kuzon could stop them.
The young boy's scream was gut-wrenching, a sound of pure anguish as he fell to his knees, staring at the charred remains of his sister. Tears streamed down his face as he reached out to her, his sobs echoing in the shattered hall.
Neron appeared behind him, his steps silent.
"Now you understand," he whispered coldly, his blade raised high. "This is what true despair feels like."
With a single, decisive stroke, he ended Kuzon's life, the boy's body crumpling to the ground next to his sister's.
Neron stood amidst the carnage, his eyes scanning the throne room. The bodies of the Empress, her children, and the guards lay scattered around him, but the satisfaction he had anticipated eluded him.
Instead, a deep restlessness clawed at his chest.
This wasn't enough.
The rage inside him burned brighter, demanding more.
"They should all die... every last one."
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[A/N]
This was a really dark chapter to show just how Neron can be when pushed.
How brutal he can be.
How low he can fall... how lost he can feel.
Hope you enjoyed it.