20demayo Chapter 650 Lighting Throws
Chapter 650 Lighting Throws
But Gears wasn't giving him time. He moved like a storm—fluid, unpredictable, the drones creating multiple points of attack while his own form weaved between them. Aldric struck at one after another, but each time, he found himself hitting nothing but smoke and metal fragments.
Then, in a moment of clarity, Aldric saw an opening. He lunged, his Cavalier's lance striking true, piercing through Gears' chest—only for Gears to grin, blood trickling from his lips. "Too late," he whispered.
The construct behind Aldric detonated—a controlled explosion that sent Aldric sprawling, pain flaring across his back. He hit the ground hard, gasping for air, his vision blurring. He felt ribs snap under the force, his breath coming in wheezing gasps as the pain drowned out all else.
As he struggled to his feet, he saw Gears standing over him, both swords raised. "Like I said," Gears murmured, his voice almost gentle, "nothing personal. Just the way things have to be."
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As Gears raised his blade to deliver the finishing blow, a shimmer of dark light surged between them, blocking the strike. Ty's King piece stood over the defeated Aldric, one hand firmly gripping Gears' blade. The metal ground against the spectral energy, the impact reverberating in a clash of magic and steel. Gears made a ticking sound of annoyance, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gears spat, his frustration palpable.
Ty forced himself to his feet, the ethereal light of his King glowing dimly as he pulled himself to his full height. He took deep, heaving breaths, exhaustion dripping from every pore of his body, but the resolve in his eyes remained fierce. "I can't just let you kill him," Ty snapped. His voice wavered, a combination of anger, confusion, and sheer fatigue. "I know—I know I have a mission here—to take him out. But what are you Black Bulls doing here? What the hell is going on?!"
Aldric frowned, his instincts telling him there was something he needed to do. He reached down to his pouch, pulling out a battered metal bottle. He took a deep breath, wincing as his side throbbed, the cut from earlier burning. Aldric raised the bottle, aiming it upwards, his palm slamming against the back of it. A stream of clear liquid shot out, splashing onto the coin slot on Ty's piece, covering the surface entirely.
A grinding noise echoed, the gears inside the piece turning with a strained, metallic groan. The Life Coin lodged within began to shift, dislodging as the liquid seeped in. With a sudden clunk, the coin fell out, the King piece jerking to life with a violent shudder.
Aldric dropped the bottle, his hand trembling as he stepped back, nearly stumbling over the shattered remains of his Platinum Cavalier. His vision was narrowing, exhaustion gnawing at the edges of his mind. "Come on," he muttered, staring at Ty's piece. "Get up... damn you."
Suddenly, the King shuddered violently. Its once-broken form reassembled itself piece by piece, the radiant light returning in flickering pulses. Ty's consciousness jolted back, his eyes flying open as if waking from a nightmare. He gasped, his chest heaving as he sucked in air, the raw desperation of survival flooding his senses.
Moments later, Gears materialized, his form emerging from the chaos. His hand held a small plush object, the fabric twisting unnaturally as it shrank under his grip. He glanced at Ty, his gaze cold, his eyes reflecting nothing but the mission. "The plan was simple," Gears said, his voice heavy with irritation. "Kill the spoiled Academy brat and get you somewhere safe, demon. You didn't need to make this so damn difficult."
Aldric struggled to his feet, every muscle in his body protesting. His breathing was labored, his chest heaving as the crystal beside him began to spin, its energy shimmering with an unnatural light. "I... I don't know what he's talking about," Ty blurted, the desperation plain in his voice, his eyes darting to Aldric. "But they're dangerous."
"Yeah, no shit," Aldric muttered, his words interlaced with deep breaths. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, glaring at Gears. "They've been a thorn in the kingdom's side since I was a child. But this? This is something new. What do we even do now? The drones are watching us, but nothing's being done about it. Where the hell is everyone?" His voice cracked with annoyance, his patience wearing thin.
Ty's eyes flicked toward the far side of the room, spotting the man who had accompanied him still pounding against the door, trying in vain to get it open. "He's still alive," Ty murmured, almost to himself, relief mixing with bewilderment. "But why doesn't he just use his skill to break through?" The thought gnawed at the back of his mind, a puzzle he couldn't solve in his current state.
Gears let out a long sigh, his patience visibly eroding. He shifted his gaze from Ty to Aldric and back, an air of inevitability cloaking his every movement. "Regardless," he said, his tone devoid of empathy, "whether you want to listen or not isn't up to you, demon. The boss wants you brought in—to end this madness once and for all. So comply... or don't." His words were laced with finality, as if he already knew how this would end.