EFB Chapter 477: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [19] John VS Kamarel
Chapter 477: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [19] John VS Kamarel
Chapter 477: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [19] John VS Kamarel
Kamarel slowly lifted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto John with a venomous intensity. His previously composed and noble features twisted into a mask of rage and humiliation.
John scoffed seeing that.
"Now you're showing your true face, High Elf."
Silence fell for a moment.
The Dolphian knights, initially caught off guard, soon regained their composure, their eyes widening with recognition and hope.
"Look, it's John Tarmias!"
"Yes, it's him!"
"We're saved!"
"Crush them all, Lord Tarmias!"
A wave of cheers erupted among the Dolphian knights, their voices rising as one as they thrust their swords skyward.
The war against Utopia had dragged on for nearly two months. John had arrived in Dolphis only a few weeks prior. Sent to the battlefield by Reiner, the King of Dolphis, John had initially been dispatched to the farthest edges of the conflict-an apparent attempt to keep him as far away as possible from Reiner's cherished daughter, Amelia.
Yet, this ploy had backfired spectacularly.
John's strength and quiet charisma had quickly won over both the Dolphian knights and the common folk. He had taken to the battlefield with a singular purpose, crushing the small armies of Dark Elves that sought to destabilize the surrounding towns. Time and again, he had risked his life to evacuate villagers, guiding them to the safety of the capital while defending them from the Dark Elves who were at that time invading Dolphis from all sides.
The people spoke of him in hushed tones, awed by his deeds. His origins as a Half High Human from Celesta, a man once shrouded in rumors of rehabilitation, had initially drawn suspicion. But his actions spoke louder than words ever could.
John wasn't the type to wear his emotions on his sleeves with his stoic demeanor. Yet, when the knights were in danger or innocent lives hung in the balance, he acted without hesitation. He saved those who could not save themselves, and in doing so, he earned their loyalty.
Before long, the name John Tarmias echoed across the Dolphian Kingdom. He was no longer just a knight on the battlefield-he was a fellow friend and brother in arm for them.
"I'll take care of him," John said. "You handle the rest and reinforce the walls." The knights nodded without hesitation.
Across the field, Kamarel was not pleased by John's confident words. His lips curled into a disdainful sneer.
"You speak as though defeating me is a foregone conclusion, Human."
I just humiliated you in front of your men, and yet you still cling to your arrogance?" John asked with a scoff.
Kamarel's cold glare slowly morphed into a smile. He dusted off his ornate robe.
"You are strong," Kamarel admitted. "I did not expect to find such power in the Dolphian Kingdom. Tell me, what is your name, truly? They call you John Tarmias... Tarmias... Yes, that name stirs something familiar."
Kamarel's expression shifted, his narrowed eyes gleaming with sudden realization. "You're not from Dolphis... Tarmias...!"
Kamarel's eyes widened finally remembering something. "Are you related to Jarett Tarmias?"
John narrowed his eyes at Kamarel's words. That subtle gesture was all the answer Kamarel needed.
"Ah, now I see... You must be his son," Kamarel muttered, his lips curling into a sly, humorless smile. "What a coincidence. No-perhaps this is fate."
"What are you talking about?" John asked since his father was mentioned.
Kamarel's demeanor shifted instantly. His hand rose, and with it, his mana surged outward in a violent eruption.
-BOOM!
The air trembled under the sheer force of his mana. The pressure was quite high, the kind that could only belong to one of the most powerful High Elves.
"Twenty years ago, your father killed mine. And now, after all this time, fate delivers me the opportunity to avenge him by cutting down his son," Kamarem said with a cold smirk.
John's mind flickered to the past-two decades ago, the time when his father had visited Sancta Vedelia. It had been a lifetime moment for his father, the same time his father met his mother. The timeline aligned too perfectly with Kamarel's story to be a mere coincidence.
"I don't know why my father killed yours, but if I had to guess, it's probably because your father was trash-just like you," John replied curtly.
""
Without a word, Kamarel's entire body pulsed with mana. In an instant, four luminous mana circles materialized around him.
The remaining gorillas roared in fury at their mate's death, their bloodlust surging as they
lunged at John in unison. Yet, John was ready. With efficient movements, he dodged their frenzied attacks, his blade moving swiftly and deadly.
One by one, the gorillas fell. Each time his sword touched them, cursed marks spread like
wildfire across their bodies, leaving them writhing in agony. They clawed at their chests as the curses suffocated them from within before they collapsed.
When John had dispatched the last of the beasts, his bloodstained sword lowered for just a moment, he raised his gaze toward Kamarel. The High Elven commander now stood at the center of a massive glowing five-layered mana circle.
Kamarel's lips curved into a cruel smile. "If you had surrendered, this city might have-"
"I thought Elves were stupid," John interrupted him quickly. "But High Elves? Turns out
you're even dumber."
Kamarel's smug expression faltered.
"What did you say?" He asked in a low voice.
John let out an exaggerated sigh, as though he found the entire exchange tiresome. Slowly, he
drove his blade into the charred ground and raised his free hand toward Kamarel.
Kamarel's instincts flared, but before he could react, his body seized up. His limbs stiffened
unnaturally, and a sudden, searing pain erupted across his skin.
"What-?!"
Looking down, Kamarel's face twisted in horror. Dark red marks, jagged and pulsating, began
to spread across his arms, creeping over his chest, neck, and face like venomous stains.
"Seventh Curse of Hecate," John muttered, his eyes showing no pity. "Suffer hell."
"GRAAAHHHHH!!!"
Kamarel's scream tore through the battlefield, louder than any sound he had ever made. The cursed marks burrowed deeper, their curse seeping into his very soul. He staggered, clutching at his chest, his composure shattered as wave after wave of excruciating torment coursed
through his veins.
"You didn't even notice, did you? So blinded by your arrogance. It was child's play to mark
you," John scoffed. He reached down and drew his sword from the earth. Stepping forward, he pointed it at the trembling High Elf.
"No! No... T-This can't be!!!" Kamarel's voice quivered in utter disbelief.
"I—I am Commander of the High Elves!!! I fight under His Majesty Durathiel RUVELION'S orders! A mere HALF HUMAN CANNOT DEFEAT ME!!! I AM KAMAREL RUVELION!!!"
John ignored his rambling as mana began to gather around him, swirling violently. The very ground beneath him cracked under the pressure of his mana.
Then he raised his sword high, his mana surging to its peak. A massive, four-layered cursed
mana circle materialized in front of him.
"And I am Jonathan Tarmias."
John said and lowered his sword. "Blazing Cursed Breath of Hecate."
The cursed flames erupted in a torrent of dark red fire, consuming everything in their path.
Kamarel fell to his knees, his face frozen in sheer terror as the flames surged toward him. For a brief moment, his wide, desperate eyes caught a glimpse of something-or someone. Standing behind John, enveloped in an otherworldly crimson glow, was the spectral figure of a breathtaking woman. Her eyes burned with the same cursed red as the flames.
A Goddess and certainly not one turned toward the light.
"I..." Kamarel's lips moved as if to speak, but the words never came. The fire swallowed him
whole.
-BOOOOM!