Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 333: Cardinal vs Emperor 3
Being the generous skeleton that he was, the night emperor spoke.
"I’m the night emperor, the rightful ruler of this world." The skeleton spoke with complete confidence "Wherever I go the land sings for me, wherever I walk people bow. I’m simply reclaiming what’s mine."
"....." The cardinal couldn’t help but feel like the emperor’s words were ridiculous. However, with that kind of power, Sanchez could see why he was at the top of the world. Even the people and the current Eyre emperor couldn’t possibly match this kind of power. Especially the pope, if he survived this fight he needed to warn the old man.
"Young man, don’t be skeptical. Even after seeing all this, do you still doubt me? The language you speak...it was I who created it. The land you walk upon...it was I who designed it. How could I not be the rightful ruler of this place?"
"But you don’t have any people… Your era might be long past" The Cardinal said. After all, people were the essence of mysticism, and he needed to confirm whether the emperor was a mystic who had awoken from a deep slumber.
"People could be made believers if you gave them what they sought. Even a pure believer could be made from thin air. It’s a matter of time and power, When you’re by my side you’ll see."
"By your side?" The emperor didn’t deny that he came from an era long forgotten.
"You’ll see after I killed you."
Sanchez didn’t like the sound of that at all. His sword remained raised, trembling faintly even as the emperor spoke with unnatural ease. The skeleton stood poised, unnervingly relaxed—his posture showing no trace of the strain Sanchez felt. The emperor’s weapon wasn’t even in a proper battle stance anymore; it hung casually at his side, as though the fight were already decided in his favor.
If this had been any other fight, resting the sword in such a casual position would have been suicidal. But Sanchez hesitated. That seemingly relaxed stance was deceptive; he knew all too well that the emperor’s swordplay could turn deadly in an instant, catching him off guard and cutting him down before he had a chance to react.
The emperor got tired of waiting for the priest to appear and started the fight himself.
"Why didn’t you go for it? I was wide open"
"Shut up with your stupid games." They both knew that the emperor would counter him if he dashed in. His condition was much worse than before, and his swordplay was not up to par with the emperor’s.
"This is why I like you guys, people who disrespect me like that are hard to find." The emperor said "And those who do usually end up dead"
The sword slashed again, carving another deep wound into Sanchez’s already battered left arm. At this point, the priest made a grim decision—it was better to sacrifice his left arm, absorbing the blows, rather than allowing the wounds to spread across his entire body. Concentrating the damage in one place might give him a fighting chance, however slim it seemed.
"What are you even fighting for? You have no chance" The emperor continued to berate the priest’s attempt at stalling "This domain could be kept going for an entire day with my mystic power. Give up"
"You’re not good at bluffing"
"I don’t need to," The emperor said with confidence. He continued to press the assault and the cardinal could only back off and hold on to a slimmer for the chance he got. Blood continued to spew everywhere as the priest continued to walk in a circle, backing off bit by bit.
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The emperor noticed something was up with the way the priest was walking. It was as if he was doing something.
"You’re not that smart, Sun Dog," the emperor sneered as he closed the distance between them. The shift in his demeanor was palpable—he had grown tired of toying with his prey. The skeleton’s strikes became more precise, more relentless as if he had decided it was time to end the fight.
Sanchez’s expression darkened with worry as the emperor’s aggression intensified. Yet it wasn’t just the flurry of attacks that unsettled him—it was the skeleton’s words, that caught on to what he was doing.
The sword clashed again but Sanchez was nowhere near good enough to block it completely. It slipped through the armor and directly into the opening of his stomach.
"Got you now," The emperor said calmly.
Blood poured from the wound in a relentless stream, spilling like water from a burst pipe. Yet, instead of pulling the sword free, Sanchez used his numbed left arm to clamp down on the blade, holding it in place. His fingers trembled from the effort, barely responsive, but he forced them to obey. At this point, his left arm was almost useless—just a dead weight he could still command, if only barely.
The skeleton sensing something really off then pulled out the sword. Wiht it might against the broken left arm it was easy to let loose, however at that moment, the cardinal muttered a chant.
Some time ago, Sanchez had realized that if this area were devoid of mysticism, the entire system would collapse. Without a mystic to sustain bodily suppression or forge protective armor, none of it could function. He’d deduced that the domain didn’t block mysticism outright—it merely corrupted its application, rendering it unreliable or inert.
"O God, please hear my plea,
Guide us with your divine decree.
May your radiant light carve the path… with my—"
"Arm!"
The Night Emperor listened to the chant and finally grasped what was unfolding. Below, he saw the Cardinal casting his own domain—a warm yellow light blazing amid the reeds. But its power was concentrated into a single, intensely potent point.
With a skeletal lunge, the Emperor slashed at Sanchez’s arm, aiming to sever the sacrificial spell before the Cardinal could invoke it. The left arm, already mangled and vulnerable, was the obvious target. The blade cleaved through the Cardinal’s limb, splitting it clean off. The Emperor smiled.
"You—"
"Eye."
The Cardinal’s left eye vaporized instantly, leaving a hollow socket mirroring the Emperor’s own.
