My Space-Time System-Chapter 621 Close call.

The effortless defeat of Ebony and Ivory sent shivers down Blake's spine, and he now realized how dangerous Prince Bryon was. The initial confidence that he had earlier had crumbled fatally, leaving him with only one thought!

To run!

'I need to leave, fast!' Blake said to himself as he was about to warp into his pocket dimension, however things didn't go as expected.

A blurry figure entered his line of sight, and before he could react, a firm hand grabbed him by the throat, squeezing it with a firm and strong grip, causing Blake's eyes to squint due to the pain.

Since the assailant was extremely fast, Blake was unable to make sense of his face until his attacks had hit. It was Prince Bryon! 'Fuck!' Blake cursed as he held Prince Bryon's hands with his own and struggled to break free; however, it was pointless.

Blake thought of various options and numerous things he could do in the situation; however, considering how strong Prince Bryon was, he concluded that none of them could save him.

At that moment, a portal tore open and Azkelwart walked out of it wearing a simple white robe, that looked frail, but could withstand the full brunt of Deities. He looked like a normal human that had mistakenly entered the wrong place, but his presence spread across the battlefield, and the pressure from his aura made everyone on the battlefield feel like a heavy load was place on them.

Instinctively everyone turned their attention to Azkelwart, including Bryon, however, Azkelwart didn't seem moved by their gaze. His eyes scanned the battlefield, and he shook his head with a look of indifference in his eyes before he finally shifted his gaze to Blake and Prince Bryon.

"Who dares hurt my babies?" Azkelwart said in a Stoic tone and as if in response to his question the world responded.

Streams of information cascaded toward Azkelwart in a mesmerizing dance, resembling the rhythmic flow of musical notes. The data, like harmonious melodies, weaved and surged towards him.

As if conducting an ethereal orchestra, Azkelwart stood at the centre, immersed in the fluidity of information as he absorbed the harmonious rhythms of data unfolding around him.

"I see…" Azkelwart muttered with a look of understanding in his eyes. "I know you want him dead, however, my son wants me to save him," Azkelwart said in a calm tone. "So unhand him."

His words made Prince Bryon pause momentarily to think, however, his eyes dilated, filled with resolve as he tightened his grip in an attempt to crush Blake's neck.

Swoosh!

Prince Bryon stood there with a look of shock on his face, unsure of what happened. He was just about to crush Blake's neck, but before he could apply pressure, he couldn't feel his palm anymore. His confused gaze shifted to his right hand, and his eyes widened in shock as he realized his wrist had been cut off without him knowing when or how it happened.

Grinding his teeth in rage, Prince Bryon clenched his left fist and promptly struck at Blake. He believed even if he lost his hands, as long as he could kill Blake all of it was worth it, however, the time he spent observing his severed palm was enough for Blake to warp out.

Carrying a murderous gaze on his face, Prince Bryon turned his attention to Blake, who appeared beside Azkelwart. Ignoring the prince, Azkelwart turned to Blake and gestured for him to follow.

The duo turned and started walking towards the portal, showing their backs to Prince Bryon, who was fuming with rage. Did Blake really think he could walk out of here unscathed after killing Luciano?

Pa.

Prince Bryon clasps his hands together before throwing them toward the sky as he conjured a sphere of golden flames five times Azkelwart and Blake's size. Without hesitation, he tossed the ball of golden flames in their direction.

To his greatest shock, as the ball of fire got closer it began to dissipate rapidly. Before it could reach Azkelwart and Blake, it had completely vanished like it never existed.

"It seems you have chosen your fate," Azkelwart said as he turned around to meet Prince Bryon's gaze.

Xiu!

Azkelwart's eyes let out a strange flash, and instantly a thin beam of light shot into Prince Bryon's chest even before he could move or react to his words. (f)reeweb(n)ovel.com

Bang.

Prince Bryon spat out a mouthful of blood and his eyes reflected the shock and confusion in his heart as he looked at his chest only to see a cone-shaped light spike that stuck out of his chest.

Bang.

More light spikes began erupting out of Prince Bryon's body with each passing second. On his chest alone were three protruding light spikes, and on his back were three as well. From these wounds, blood constantly flowed out, and what made it worse was the feeling of his mana being drained rapidly.

"Arrrgh!"

Prince Bryon cried in fury and pain as he threw his hands forward unleashing a torrent of fierce golden flames, but before his attack could reach Azkelwart, it once again dissipated into nothing.

The shock Prince Bryon felt by the recent development did not hinder his anger. Without hesitation, he aggressively launched numerous spears of golden flames but none could reach its target.

Bang.

Bang.

Prince Bryon raised his hand with a twirling golden fireball; however, numerous light spikes erupted from his hand, causing the flames to vanish.

He was yet to make another move, and more light spikes protruded from his legs and back that made him resemble a porcupine. In this condition, Prince Bryon's movements had become sluggish and his complexion deadly pale.

Below him was a puddle of blood and his body felt extremely heavy, making it difficult for him to remain airborne. The fury in his eyes was still in existence and his vengeful gaze remained pinned on Blake as he opened his mouth only to reveal a twirling golden flame surging above his tongue, however, before he could unleash the attack another set of light spikes erupted from his skull.

Bang!

One light spike was protruding out of his mouth while the other came out from the back of his head and the final one was located between his eyes.

Blake watched with a strange look in his eyes as Prince Bryon's corpse fell off the sky and crashed into the barrier below. Blake initially thought that Ebony and Ivory were brutal but seeing the way Prince Bryon died led him to believe his pets couldn't hold a candle to Azkelwart in terms of cruelty.

'That was a close one.' Blake couldn't help but think.

After all the rage and hatred Prince Bryon expressed earlier, he still failed to put up a fight or even put a scratch on Azkelwart or him. Deep down in his heart, he was expecting more from the prince.

"Now that's taken care of, let's go," Azkelwart said, snapping Blake out of his train of thought. The two turned around and walked into the portal, which closed behind them. Blake found himself in a room in Azkelwart's base. The walls were adorned with tapestries that depicted scenes of advanced technological landscapes interwoven with medieval castles and knights.

In the center, a holographic display table surrounded by intricately carved wooden chairs with a touch of cybernetic embellishments. Blake followed Azkelwart to the center table, where he sat down and observed the room in silence.

"Liquor or coffee?" Azkelwart's words got Blake's attention as this reminded him of a similar question being asked by Hoffenheim when he had returned from this base previously.

"Tea," Blake replied. "But first, can you help me heal ebony and ivory?" He asked as he pulled out the swords.

"They heal naturally, but it will take some time," Azkelwart responded as he took the sword from Blake and examined it for some time.

After observing, he created an orb of light at the tip of his index finger, which he injected into the sword with a single tap. Blake watched intently as the bright light slowly spread across the sword and fixed the cracks as it moved. After a few seconds into the recovery process, the cracks riddled all over the blade had been fixed, causing the sword to transform into two puppy-sized versions of Ebony and Ivory. Woof!

Upon seeing Azkelwart their tails wagged joyously as they barked a bit before jumping into his hands. Blake let out a sigh of relief and watched with a smile as Azkelwart played with Ebony and Ivory. They rolled over on their back and howled joyously as he rubbed their belly.

"Haha haha. Okay, okay. That's enough" Azkelwart laughed heartily. "I need to have a chat with Blake," He added.

As soon as Ebony and Ivory heard this, they barked once more and cutely ran over to the side, where they sat and watched Blake and Azkelwart in silence.

"Back to where we were…" Azkelwart said as a teapot and teacup appeared in his hands.

Blake remained silent and watched Azkelwart place the teacup in front of him and then poured steaming hot green tea into the cup.

"I know you have a lot of questions," He said to Blake as he dropped the teapot on the table and sat down. "Feel free to ask away while we wait for Zultra" He added.

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