The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 255

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Part 2, Chapter 102

“Everyone get ready! Once we enter the lair, we don’t know when we’ll come out. This is our only chance!”

Medeia detonated the flash bombs.

Bang, kaboom-!

They exploded in succession, and silver streaks shining like lightning tore through the evil dragon’s vision.

Its red eyes narrowed as if they would split, locking onto Medeia.

The evil dragon reflexively changed course.

And despite its massive size, it began plummeting at wind-like speed.

Its direction was toward Medeia.

Each time it flapped its wings, fierce gusts arose, and dust and gravel whirled in all directions.

Clatter. Clatter!

Silva, true to being a legendary steed, soared through the gaps between rocks and gravel without a moment’s hesitation, racing through the gorge.

Medeia lowered her body, narrowly passing through the rocky crevices.

Screeeeech-

The evil dragon’s claws, trying to snatch both Medeia and Silva at once, scraped against the rocks.

Sparks flew with a sharp metallic sound.

The massive shadow was getting closer and closer, as if it would engulf her.

“Now!”

The moment the beast’s shadow reached the target point, Medeia shouted.

In sync with her voice, dozens of fire arrows shot up, tearing through the sky.

Terrence’s magic formulas carved into the arrowheads added explosive power, and the fire’s trajectory extended sharp and solid.

Crackle-! Crackle!

Bang! Bang!

The arrows crossed in midair, forming a massive semicircular prison of fire that surrounded the evil dragon.

It was a formation that accurately predicted the evil dragon’s flight path and habits.

Kyaaaaaaak-!

The evil dragon, enraged by the cage binding it, let out a long roar.

It spewed blue flames, flapped its wings. Its sharp claws flailed uselessly.

Kuuuuuuu-!

And simultaneously, the trapped evil dragon was covered by its own shadow.

Its own poison was now directed at itself.

The evil dragon roared and thrashed.

Its pointed eyes began changing from red to yellow, and its scales distorted and split.

“Grgh…”

“Just hold on a little longer!”

The evil dragon’s struggles were so violent that Terrence’s face, maintaining the fire prison, turned pale.

Then, Chezare kicked off the ground.

The long, black aura he drew out extended like a massive blade, striking down toward the evil dragon.

No, it was the moment it was about to strike.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

“Noooooo-!”

The evil dragon, driven to its limit, unleashing its trump card,

and Jason leaping from the high cliff to bring his sword down on Chezare’s head happened simultaneously.

Claaaang-!

Blade met blade as they slid against each other at length.

An eerie metallic sound burst forth, like scraping rough chains.

“My dear brother.”

Chezare raised the corner of his mouth smoothly.

“What brings you all the way here.”

But his eyes were spewing fierce anger at having his great work interrupted.

“Chezare, I can’t let you steal what’s mine.”

However, Jason harbored the same anger toward his opponent.

If hatred were a blade, Jason would have already severed Chezare’s neck several times over.

But despite ambushing Chezare from a blind spot while he was aiming for the evil dragon’s strike, Jason couldn’t inflict even a minor wound on him.

Swoosh-!

Jason swung his sword fiercely.

The murky orange aura wrapping his sword grazed Chezare’s cheek like a slash.

Blood droplets slid down his cheek through the lightly cut wound.

‘Aura?’

This was the first time Jason could use aura, and the first time his swordsmanship was skilled enough to wound Chezare.

“Did you practice in the abyss? Your skills have improved, brother?”

Chezare raised an eyebrow.

Not even bothering to hide the thorn-like mockery hanging between his lightly raised lips.

“Don’t think of me as the Jason of before, you insolent fool. How dare you covet Zim’s glory.”

Jason glared at Chezare.

He seemed unaware that he was referring to himself as Zim, with memories of awakening as the emperor of his past life mixed with reality.

“You stole everything. My crown, my imperial throne, my woman! You took it all-! If only you weren’t here! If you hadn’t existed, they should have come into my hands!”

Deep in Jason’s red eyes, flames mixed with jealousy and inferiority flickered.

‘What was different in this life, I pondered.’

Perhaps the source of that answer might be Chezare, Jason’s subconscious told him.

‘Because you’re alive. Maybe that’s why she won’t come to me!’

If only you weren’t here, if only you didn’t exist.

Medeia would have looked at me. She would have chosen me instead of you!

Jason’s sword rushed forward again like a whirlwind.

The murky orange aura approached, cutting through the wind and drawing sharp lines.

“Looks like your brain melted too.”

Clang-!

Chezare’s sword shot out like lightning, precisely parrying it.

“Or have your delusions gotten worse?”

Screech-

In an instant, the two swords clashed again, and a sharp friction sound echoed.

The golden eyes revealed between the crossed swords gleamed fiercely.

“You should watch your mouth, brother.”

I know you have a talent for spouting nonsense graciously, but your woman?

“What if your tongue gets cut while you’re playing around.”

The sharp sword rushed toward Jason’s face as if he really wanted to do just that.

Contrary to Jason’s wishes, even the awakened Emperor Jason’s achievements and experiences from his past life didn’t seem to pressure Chezare.

“Your lifeline is quite long, isn’t it? Seeing how you’ve managed to survive this far.”

It was tantamount to confirming that the recent attacks by mutant magical beasts on Jason weren’t coincidental.

Veins bulged on Jason’s neck.

“How dare you, you bastaaaaard-!”

Roaaaaar-!

Meanwhile, the evil dragon, barely escaping death’s threshold due to Jason’s intrusion, pulled out its trump card.

Its shadow split into multiple branches, bursting through the gaps of the red prison.

From the fragmented pitch-black shadows resembling darkness, several evil dragons surged upward.

“Damn it, what the hell, there are more evil dragons!”

Garo’s shouting voice could be heard.

‘Illusions?’

Medeia hesitated.

She had never heard of or experienced evil dragons using illusion clone techniques.

The evil dragons, now increased to five, were so sophisticated that they were difficult to distinguish from the original evil dragon.

The clones flapped their wings from different directions.

Swish-! Swoosh!

“Take cover!”

Broken fragments and dust poured down from the sky and ground, from all directions.

The multiple evil dragons that had escaped from the prison of fire immediately began hunting down the culprits who had driven them into a corner.

Kraaah-!

The evil dragons spewed hot flames and shattered rocks where the culprits might be hiding with their sharp, spike-covered tails.

The first target was Medeia, who had drawn the evil dragon’s attention and lured it into the trap.

Kyaaaah-!

All five clones began chasing Medeia at once.

Medeia quickly turned the reins, and Silva slid down the gorge rocks like lightning.

However, the sharply angled trajectory and unstable terrain caused Silva’s body to stagger for a moment.

The accelerated centrifugal force broke Medeia’s balance.

The moment her hands couldn’t hold on and released the reins, Medeia was thrown off Silva’s back.

The shadow of the nearest evil dragon cast darkly over the rising dust.

“Medeia!”

And Jason, who had been struggling to block Chezare’s sword, spotted the evil dragon approaching the fallen Medeia.

Surprisingly, this time Jason was faster than Chezare, faster than anyone else.

Perhaps it was because he was so desperate.

Wanting to turn back. Wanting to return. Wanting to be forgiven.

‘No…’

Still, the distance was too far.

The evil dragon opened its maw wide as if to devour Medeia.

Even though it was a clone that shared the original’s power, its fierce momentum was no less formidable.

At that moment, Jason threw himself forward.

He embraced Medeia and turned his back to block the way.

The clone’s sharp teeth roughly tore into Jason’s back.

“Urgh!”

Rip. The fangs that should have pierced Medeia’s flesh instead drove deep into Jason’s body.

They tore his flesh and crushed his bones.

“Your Majesty!”

At the same time, the evil dragon’s clone, slashed by Diangel’s sword, collapsed split in half.

“Cough-!”

Jason crumbled, spitting blood.

He looked at his former wife Medeia, who was staring down at him with startled eyes.

Covered in blood, he tried to smile, forcing up the corners of his mouth.

“Medeia, my wife… Zim’s companion…”

Shock, resentment, and hatred filled her clear, large eyes.

Various emotions could be read there.

She hoped for that too. Right now, she hoped to read the words he couldn’t finish in his eyes.

‘Trust me, Medeia. I’m not who I used to be.’

All the words he wanted to say to her now that he had recalled all his memories.

‘I’ll return all the glory you couldn’t enjoy.’

Their children too, he would raise them not as bastards but as legitimate princes and princesses, and he would pass the Empire to their son Lian.

He would protect them without being swayed by gods or anyone else!

The man who had been a foolish husband and father tried to atone for his cruel past this way.

As if he truly believed that doing so would make the past where he drove his wife and children to death disappear.

‘This time, really, I’ll never betray you again.’

So give me a chance to prove it.

“This time, surely… urgh… it will be different…”

In his gradually blurring vision.

In this life, had he ever seen these green eyes filled so completely with only him?

At the same time, he realized.

That he had missed those eyes quite a lot, no, actually desperately.

Jason lost consciousness.

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