The Antagonist: The World Ends Theory
Chapter 128 - Being Most Powerful Is Not a Blessing Except a Curse

"Miss Scoleths!"

Vester ran towards Clara who was covered in blood. To be honest, the wound won't kill him quickly. But before this Clara had already gotten many wounds that had not even dried up completely.

Vester was surprised to see the figure of the person who had killed Clara. Clara's body grew paler as it began to lose a lot of blood in her body. She held Clara tightly, but she was almost caught off guard at the surroundings.

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Vester did not have time to take his sword, lucky that someone immediately fended off the poisonous blade thrown by Meiger. Standing behind them with her complicated expression.

"So you are..."

Hendrick did not continue his sentence. He was very surprised at Meiger's current appearance. This was slightly different from the Hortensian Emperor he met in Agapanthus. The man in front of him continued to display his sly smile.

In Agapanthus, the Role once warned him about the people of Hortensia. Because they tend to be secretive and mysterious, the roost also feels awkward when looking at them. Hendrick just didn't know that all the warnings of the Watches were not without merit.

I doubt...Hortensia is always peaceful because of the act of spreading black magic? Just be right. This theory is too crazy to be true.

"Take Clara away."

"A-ah good!"

Vester quickly carried Clara's body and left. Hendrick felt strange that Meiger had not prevented them from leaving and kept quiet.

"You're not keeping them here?" Ask Hendrick.

"For what? The barrier girl is dead after all. There would be nothing he did other than melt into flowers after this." Meiger said.

Hendrick's body stiffened. He did not expect such an end. At least, Clara's return to Ranunculus should not end badly. That can't be. Because Hendrick wouldn't let him.

Is he dead..really?

...****...

In a vast grassland. The green color has been littered with blood. Many people had been lying there with wounds all over the body. Whether they are breathing or not.

A cough - a cough when trying to get up. His hands were numb, because there was a stab wound slung along his arm. The state of King Agapanthus was not good at all, his head hit the ground hard.

Quickly - quickly the Role checked the state of King Agapanthus. He could breathe a sigh of relief knowing the old man had only fainted. But the angel could not stay still looking at the big wound on King Agapanthus' forehead.

George's condition is not good either. Because against Meiger, George was the most adamant to stay against Meiger even though he was battered.

"Can you hear me?" Ask the Rage, check if George is conscious or not.

As George's body wriggled weakly, the Role heaved a sigh of relief. But the Saw gazed at the body in this meadow that really could not be saved anymore. The power of Lavoisier is not to be underestimated. The roar hesitated if there were still any living besides the three of them.

"When did you suspect him?"

The ghost looked back at George whose eyes were still tightly clenched. Only her voice was weak and hoarse.

"When the Emperor visited Agapanthus with his personal bodyguards. At first I was just suspicious of Jean, but at the dinner table for breakfast the next morning..."

"Just give me a bad feeling."

The silent roar. He was suspicious, but only suspicious. After that, nothing was done by him. The ghost did not trace the identity of the two men any deeper. It was unexpected that his abaya attitude changed things so quickly.

Maybe Meiger didn't plan on the blasting and the wildfires the other day. He was just waiting for Freesia and Vinca to attack, while he would appear at the right time to take back his black magic.

"Haha! I failed to protect her. I hope he's not dead..."

"We have to go there!" Sajar Rage.

"Our situation will only get more troublesome for them. We have to wait for this wound to improve"

"Fuck up! If you don't want to, let me."

George, who was still closing his eyes, only snorted furiously at the hasty decision of the Goat.

"It's too late, the man must have leveled the Ranunculus."

...****...

The Land of Ranunculus. Plumes of black smoke filled the air, a dark night sky accompanied by only one star. Bodies - bodies lying along the road. As far as could be seen was only a sight full of blood that hurt the eyes.

As the second knight to become proficient in sword arts after Frederick Wayne, Hendrick was still able to defend against the Meiger. Since then there has only been a one-sided attack from Hendrick, while Meiger casually fended off any attacks that were aimed at him.

Despite always failing to give an attack, Hendrick did not give up just like that. Some streams of swords he had obtained from other regions he used in an attempt to cripple this Hortensia Emperor.

"You're good too..." Meiger smiled cynically.

The fight a moment ago that he had done with the weapon from Freesia entered his memory. George could only last ten minutes.

Hendrick's ability is far above George's. So the Meiger must expend more power and black magic to defeat him.

Now Meiger's focus is split into two. That is in his fight with Hendrick and the process of absorbing black magic into his golden sword. The sword he used against George and Hendrick.

Hendrick growled in annoyance as he was pushed back far enough to be unable to withstand a counterattack from Meiger. He ignored the pain of the previous fight. Meiger certainly did not use all his ability to know Hendrick's condition is not prime.

"Please..."

"Huh?"

Hendrick was stunned for an instant when a buzzing sound filled his mind. Hendrick lost his focus and realized Meiger was holding his sword fast right in his face.

Hendrick was pushed back, dragged to leave his mark on the ground.

"Help me..."

Goddamnit! All these voices asking for help greatly disturbed my focus.

While continuing to eliminate all the sounds that interfere with his mind. Hendrick reverses Meiger's attack. But his efforts had always failed, his focus had already collapsed and he was at a level far from this emperor in front of him. Waiting until his defeat.

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Meiger and Hendrick's swords. Different from Meiger whose face does not show distress. Hendrick growled, his hand gripping the sword hilt firmly.

Unknowingly, Hendrick looked at the two ruby eyes of Meiger's sharp glint. There was something there, which caused Hendrick to be stunned into disbelief.

"Please, help me out of this grudge."

The one who asked for help since then, wasn't this guy, was he?

TB

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