The Villain's Story Chapter [690] Kizmal.

Chapter 690: [690] Kizmal.

It was a strange, new, and disgusting feeling. He had been hurt before, his body had been on the brink of death many times, mutilated beyond compare. He had been on the brink of

turning to dust as well.

His heart had been dangling out of his body, his eyes, and multiple other organs as well, but he had been able to survive.

Never before, however, had he been completely annihilated like that. His entire body gone, evaporated. Not a single drop of blood left behind. Everything was gone, only his heart remained.

It was a ch.o.r.e to regenerate, Alan could feel his body come back, but his senses were gone. It was like he could not breathe, but could... but death would not come.

It was... weird. His entire body regenerating was a sensation he did not want to feel again. It may not be painful, but it was definitely not something he would like to experience once

more.

"Are you awake, prince?"

The first thing he saw was the mask, as he opened his eyes, struggling to make sense of everything. His eyes were blurry, and less than a dragon's should be.

Azmakul's face loomed over him as he let out a chuckle, Alan struggled to get up, his control over his body a bit... less. He was inferior.

"What the f.u.c.k..."

He cursed, resisting the urge to vomit. Eventually, he gave up, and released the contents of his stomach in the sea below.

What even was inside his stomach besides the acid? His body had just been made whole once more... There should not be anything there.

Azmakul patted Alan's back, and when he was finished releasing the contents of his stomach into the sea, he asked.

"What the h.e.l.l happened..."

He clutched his head, and looked at the surroundings. He found Kazikato sitting at the edge of the platform, gazing into the cerulean sea, his face blank.

"You underestimated the trial, and were defeated."

Alan snapped back.

"Underestimated? That was an epic being? How are we supposed to fight a giant like that?!"

Azmakul chuckled, his answer clear and simple.

"You fight. That is how. Don't fear death, you don't need to. Just go in as many times as it takes and take that giant down, no matter what."

Before Alan could retort, he continued.

"Whatever you must do, whoever you must use."

Alan stayed quiet, and stood up. He stumbled for a while, but regained his sense of balance fairly quickly.

"Ah, d.a.m.n it... I don't ever want to experience that again."

"Then make sure your escape is perfect."

Alan ignored his words and walked over to Kazikato, and asked.

"Are you good?"

The boy turned his head upon hearing his voice, and said.

"Yeah, how are we supposed to beat that thing..."

Alan sighed.

"We just try again and again. At least we know something about it now. Block your ears with mana, disable them even if you can. Let's go again."

Although Kazikato was reluctant, he agreed and followed Alan.

"Aren't you going to wear something first, prince?"

Alan made an abrupt stop, and only then realized he was completely nude. A wave of embarra.s.sment struck, and he hurriedly took out spare clothes from his inventory and put them on.

"Why didn't you tell me before...?"

Alan and Kazikato were ready to try once more, and as they entered the tunnel, Alan made an abrupt stop, the cause being Azmakul.

"Good luck, It is time I bring your cohort here, prince."

"No."

Alan rejected the idea, it was idiotic to bring them here. Alan himself was not fast enough to survive the beams of pure energy the fragment of Kizmal unleashed, everyone else would die helplessly.

He also could not even withstand it. His body was far more durable than all of theirs combined. If he was evaporated within seconds, it would take them an instant.

No amount of defense they could conjure could fight against that devastating beam. They could only avoid it. And Alan was not confident he could open portals for them all in such a short period of time.

He could regenerate from nothing but his dragon heart, but they could not. He would rather experience that strange and disgusting feeling than watch them die helplessly.

Even Alexander would be of no help there, and he was strongest after them.

"There is no need to bring them here."

"Then why did you bring them to this planet? Prince, do whatever is needed to defeat the fragment, and use whoever is needed. Fearing death when facing an opponent of his caliber is

simply idiotic."

"Oh, so you mean I let them die, so I have a better chance?"

"Yes."

The reply was cold and quick, silencing Alan. Kazikato remained quiet, unsure of what to say. They knew Azmakul was not one to really care for them, but his words were too harsh.

Alan clicked his tongue, and ordered.

"Don't bring them here."

He entered the tunnel, Kazikato following in tow, fidgeting. The atmosphere had suddenly turned bleak, just like their odds of beating the fragment of Kizmal.

Alan and Kazikato entered the realm once more, and this time, Kazikato a.s.sumed his dragon

form instead.

His new form, one a perfect combination of all the elements of house s.h.i.+valkulan was a sight to look at. No longer was a hollow, ivory dragon of bone.

Shadows congealed around his body to const.i.tute flesh, an outer layer. The true body was hidden beneath all those shadows, covered by a layer of darkness. His tail was covered in thick ice, and it could act like a club as well as a spear.

Alan had originally thought it was darkness that const.i.tuted the flesh, but he was wrong. According to Azmakul, Kazikato's attributes aligned with the elements of [Shadow] and

[Death] greatly.

He was still confused as to what the difference between darkness and shadows was, but let it

go at the time.

Alan transformed as well, to a frost Draconian. He did not transform into a dragon just yet. Summoning the Ame-No-Sakahoko once more, he began to ready a [Supreme Meteor].

Kazikato's segments continued to gain speed, at maximum velocity, he would be able to evade those beams of electrical energy easily.

He, too, was preparing a fearsome dragon breath. Both of them had planned to attack the giant with their strongest skills the moment he appeared.

And it did not take long, the fragment of Kizmal rose from the ground again, in the same

manner. Alan yelled.

"Buy me a little bit of time!"

It would still take him some time before he could unleash the full might of [Supreme Meteor] and he needed Kazikato to draw the giant's attention. As much as he could... so he would not notice the meteor forming in the sky.

Kazikato obliged, and lunged at the giant. The fragment of Kizmal was met by a devastating breath as soon as he opened his eyes. Kazikato had aimed at the giant's eyes on purpose. And he did not miss... It was hard to miss when the target was the size of a lake. The giant let out a shriek, as it's flesh rotted.

Wild shadows appeared, ravaging his face. But they were vanquished by the giant in mere moments, enraged, he moved his t.i.tanic arms and clapped.

A drum on his back lit up, and Kazikato evaded the eviscerating beam, barely. He was stunned

for a moment, and that gave the Giant enough time to notice the meteor hurling at him.

's.h.i.+t...'

Alan did not have enough time to manifest a gravity field, but he was confident the meteor would do some damage to the fragment of Kizmal. It may be inferior to him in size by many

times, but it would still do damage...

It had to do damage...

The fragment of Kizmal was quick, despite its size, and clapped his hands once more as both Alan and Kazikato suffered from the shock. Another drum on his back lit up, and unleashed another beam of annihilating prowess.

Only this time, the target was not so fragile. The meteor withstood the beam, and continued forth, its speed was decreasing, but that did not matter.

It still continued forth... and that was enough for Alan. He quickly regenerated his ears.

Blocking them with mana did little to withstand the thunderous sound of the clap. Kazikato was paralyzed for a moment, so he had to take matters into his own hands.

Alan quickly performed [Abyssal Spiral], the third technique of the [Chaotic Spear] battle art.

He knew anything less would not damage the giant.

Gigantic spears, each a perfect replica of the Ame-No-Sakahoko descended from the skies of this seemingly infinite realm, and struck the body of Kizmal.

The giant screamed in pain, A golden armor engulfed Alan, as he performed the third movement of the Heavenly Sky Spear, [Heavenly Armament]. He would need as much defense

as he could get against this foe.

Flying up, he thought to prepare a breath, but stopped, opting to stab the Giant's other eye

instead.

His breath, while powerful, would be nothing to the ma.s.sive body of Kizmal in his Draconian form. His dragon breath in his dragon form would suffice.

He teleported in front of Kizmal's other eye, and looked at the blue surface of it with contempt, streaks of lightning danced within. He stabbed it, using the second movement of

the Chaotic Spear Art.

But things did not go to plan...