I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 520 [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [59] Amael Olphean VS Navas Dolphis

Chapter 520 [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [59] Amael Olphean VS Navas Dolphis

"Die, human!"

"Yeah, no thanks!" I growled, driving my boot into the rushing Teraquin's head with enough force to send him flying. He tumbled like a ragdoll before hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

The fight had resumed—again—and this time, I was right in the thick of it. Not like I had a choice. If I didn't step in, they'd take Celeste.

"When are these bastards going to come up with something original?" I muttered under my breath.

Seriously, the endless chants of 'Die, human!' were like listening to a scratched record on repeat. Tiresome didn't even begin to cover it.

"Got you, Olphean bastard!"

An elf darted toward me from behind, but before he could get within arm's reach, a chilling wave of frost froze him solid.

I glanced to my side, where Celeste stood with her long blade gleaming like ice in the faint light. She smirked. "Grumpy already, Amael?"

"I just want this over with," I replied, scanning the battlefield. "Where the hell are Kendel and Navas?"

Celeste tilted her head thoughtfully. "Maybe the Behemoth commander just showed up to deliver a message and left right after?"

"Not a chance," I said, shaking my head. "He didn't come all this way just to play courier. He's here for you or..." My gaze flicked briefly to Alicia, fighting a short distance away.

"Or?" Celeste raised an eyebrow, catching my hesitation.

"Nothing," I replied quickly, brushing it off.

There was no point bringing up the Seed now. The fewer people who knew about it, the better. I had to secure it and hand it over to Utopia—anything else would just lead to complications.

After all, no one in Sancta Vedelia would ever approve of it. The Seed of Eden wasn't just valuable—it was irreplaceable. If anything ever happened to the Holy Tree of Eden, the Seed could grow another one, a young and flourishing tree to restore its glory.

Celeste sighed, her gaze shifting to the Teraquin Knights swarming around us. Her expression softened, tinged with sadness. "I don't get it. Why are they fighting us? Aren't we supposed to be on the same side?"

"Some of them are," I replied, my tone hardening. "The rest? Just extremist trash. Don't hesitate against them."

Celeste stared at me.

"What?" I asked, glancing at her.

"Are you going to tell me what happened these last few months?" She asked with quite an intense gaze.

"Someday... maybe."

Probably never. The truth was, I wasn't exactly proud of what I'd done. But I had my reasons—reasons that made me stand by my choices. I did it for my mother, and while regret hadn't caught up with me yet, it might if I failed to get her out of Elyen Kiora.

"We should focus on the battle," I said quickly, steering the conversation away as Celeste's gaze hardened, clearly catching on to my evasion.

She sighed after a moment. "Fine. But we need a plan against them."

"I agree," Alicia said as she approached.

I nodded. "The plan is simple. I'll handle Navas. You two focus on Kendel."

Alicia crossed her arms, giving me a sharp look. "Senior, you might be strong, but that man is definitely stronger than you."

"Got a better idea?" I shot back. "Kendel's tough, but you and Celeste can take him. I just need to keep Navas busy long enough for you to finish and come back me up."

Celeste's grip tightened on her blade. "I'm not sure we'll make it in time..."

She wasn't wrong. Kendel was stronger than her, but Celeste had her Prophecies and Nevia's Fate, giving her an edge. With Alicia by her side, they had a shot. That had to be enough.

A torrent of water erupted from nowhere, slamming into me and sending me hurtling back.

I spat out the water that had forced its way into my throat, glaring at Navas.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Anathema's Fire!"

Purple flames ignited around my body, roaring like a living entity. I reached for Khryselakatos, pulling its string taut. Amber arrows shimmered into existence, their razor-sharp points glowing beautifully. But I wasn't done. Channeling my blazing fire, I imbued the arrows with a scorching intensity that made them burn even brighter.

With a sharp release, I let them fly—dozens of arrows streaking through the air like meteor showers aimed directly at Navas.

But just as they neared him, a powerful wall of water erupted, intercepting most of my arrows. The contact between my flames and his water created an intense wave of hot mist, blanketing the area in a suffocating haze.

I didn't let up. Summoning Perseus, I steadied myself, honing my senses through the thick mist.

A sudden shift in the air warned me. Without hesitation, I ducked and spun, lashing out with a powerful kick aimed at Navas's side.

-BAM!

My leg connected, but Navas barely flinched. Instead, his hand shot out, grabbing my leg with a vice-like grip.

"Ugh—!"

-BAM!

With overwhelming strength, he lifted me and slammed me into the ground. Pain exploded through my body as the air was knocked out of my lungs. I coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggling to catch my breath.

He raised me again, ready to slam me down once more, but darkness coiled around his arms, freezing them mid-motion.

Taking advantage of the moment, I broke free, rolling away before leaping back to my feet.

"You saved me there, Anna," I said, panting as I glanced at her.

"I won't be letting him hurt you, Edward," Annabelle replied, her hand raised. I could feel her mana entwining with mine, mixed with a tinge of Baphomet's mana.

-BOOM!

The ground erupted violently as dark energy surged forth. From the debris, dozens—no, hundreds—of black-eyed, mouthless puppets emerged, their forms twisted and eerie.

Annabelle extended her hand toward Navas, and the puppets obeyed, rushing at him in a wave.

"That's useless," Navas scoffed, swatting one puppet aside. But the moment he destroyed it, his hand darkened unnaturally.

His eyes widened in slight surprise as he examined the spreading corruption.

Now I understood.

Smirking, I lunged forward with Perseus, surrounding the blade with Four Rings of Vysindra. I pointed above Navas, and a four-layered mana circle materialized in the air. From it, a massive, burning claw began to descend.

Navas's gaze snapped upward, his expression turning serious. He leaped back instinctively, avoiding the claw, but Annabelle's puppets were there, leaping after him.

Cornered, Navas summoned another surge of water, engulfing the puppets in its torrent. But as the water touched them, it turned dark and sluggish, its mana visibly weakening.

"What is this?" He muttered, blinking in disbelief which was normal.

He probably had never seen in his life something like this.

"Don't look away!" I growled, gritting my teeth as I released my attack.

Navas looked up just in time to see the burning claw hurtling toward him.

-BOOOOOOM!