Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 476: The Red Lightning Sword

Third Person’s POV

For a brief instant, it looked as if nothing in this world could withstand that descending lightning.

But just as the second bolt was about to collide with the roaring fireball, the sphere suddenly contracted and violently compressed inward as though it were being crushed by an invisible hand.

A horrifying devouring force burst forth from its core and created a spiraling red vortex that dragged everything around it toward destruction.

A towering ancient tree near the castle walls was ripped from the earth with a deafening crack, its roots tearing free as it was sucked screaming into the imploding blackish red spiral.

In the blink of an eye, the tree was reduced to blackened ash and was erased into nothing as if it had never existed.

Luckily, everything about the clash between the fireball to the red lightning was happening high in the sky, so the sanctum’s students had the opportunity to hide themselves and stay away from the clash.

Otherwise, they would have surely been annihilated into nothing.

Yet the devouring force of the imploding fireball was only a side effect, and the true purpose of the phenomenon revealed itself when the two divine red lightning bolts, capable of cleaving both sky and earth, were violently dragged into the vortex and swallowed whole, their blinding brilliance extinguished like dying stars.

The cataclysmic explosion everyone had braced for never came.

Those who had thrown themselves to the ground or hidden behind shattered walls felt nothing, and as they slowly lifted their heads in confusion while an uneasy silence hung over the battlefield for half a breath.

Then reality shattered again as a faint distortion rippled through the crimson cloud where Lady Raven had been floating.

In the next instant, a colossal waterfall of molten dark-red lava crashed down from above, threaded with writhing streaks of blood lightning that tore through it like living veins.

It poured over Lady Raven’s last position and engulfed the entire red cloud in a brutal, apocalyptic torrent.

Instantly, the sky darkened as if night itself had fallen upon the world.

Gigantic plumes of smoke and volcanic ash erupted upward as it blotted out everything and choked the air so thickly that even breathing became difficult.

Glowing droplets of blackish red lava rained down upon the black towers, the towering castle walls, and the surrounding forest.

It melted solid stone, ignited trees, and spread fire in every direction.

Entire sections of the forest outside the Sanctum Castle burst into roaring flames, stones liquefied into glowing pools of molten lava, and even the ground itself cracked and hissed as if it were screaming in agony beneath the heat.

It was the very image of true hell descending upon the Sanctum.

Seeing this, people screamed in blind terror as panic tore through the square like a living thing.

Many of the younger students collapsed where they stood, their legs giving out beneath them as they had never witnessed anything so apocalyptic and life-threatening before in their whole lives.

Their minds shattered under the weight of absolute fear and helplessness that they were feeling for the first time.

Some cried uncontrollably, their voices breaking, while others tried desperately to flee, only to stumble about like headless flies with nowhere to run.

For Ethan, however, this war-torn scene of fire, explosions, and desperate screams was not unfamiliar.

Instead, it awakened grim memories of his previous life, when his team had once been caught in a devastating enemy ambush, leaving only him barely alive at the end.

Suppressing those memories, he acted with practiced calm.

Grabbing the girls, he quickly found a suitable place and dove behind a massive stone pillar, shielding both himself and them as he watched the inferno swallow the battlefield.

As he pulled Velcy close and held Virelle and Lucy with his arms, his heart pounded violently in his chest with a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration as, for the first time, he was witnessing the true power of a top-tier being of this world.

And it made him realize just how much destruction a truly powerful existence could unleash with just a single move.

But rather than discouraging him, it only ignited his ambition for strength even further.

Even the older professors and high-ranking figures stared in disbelief, for this level of power was far beyond anything most of them had ever personally witnessed.

Battles between beings of such terrifying caliber were already extremely rare and happened perhaps once or twice in decades at most.

Seeing it now, they were forced to admit just how wide the gap was between their theoretical knowledge and the brutal truth of real power.

Those who had been watching this once-in-a-century clash were now certain that Lady Raven had been annihilated as Enforcement Elder Solomon’s sudden and vicious spatial technique appeared to have completely erased the storm cloud where she had been gathering her crimson lightning.

Then—

From within the raging ash and fire, a massive shadow began to move as a towering figure stepped forward through the inferno.

Elder Solomon emerged from the devastation, walking calmly through molten air and falling embers, his enormous form wreathed in a burning aura that distorted the space around him.

His eyes gleamed with savage triumph as he slowly descended through the sky, stepping downward as though invisible stairs supported his every stride.

A twisted and nefarious grin spread across his brutal face as his gaze locked directly onto Ethan.

"Now... who will save you, pretty boy?" he asked coldly.

His killing intent rolled outward like a crushing tidal wave, making even hardened veterans and deacons tremble.

Many in the crowd felt their legs go weak as despair gripped their hearts, and they truly believed that it was over for the young man named Ethan.

Yet Ethan, despite the foul poison lacing his body, the exhaustion dragging at his limbs, and the looming presence of death, remained eerily calm as he simply stared back at Solomon without uttering a single word.