Chaos' Heir

Chapter 941: Inspiration



After a month of almost continuous battles, the battlefield's chaos no longer affected Moses. Fighting against monsters three times his size and in an environment unsuitable for his martial art would usually put him at a significant disadvantage. Still, he had developed a nice rhythm to it.

Explosions, firing rifles, battle cries, and roars filled the fighting front, creating a deafening spectacle that pressured the senses, making Moses unable to focus on anything past his immediate surroundings.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A sea of fur and giant muscles expanded wherever his eyes fell. The army and the monsters were engaged in a tight battle, and the two sides had long since mixed. The frontline still had it worse, but many creatures had crossed it, forcing the other soldiers to act.

Moses was one of such soldiers. Lieutenant Dyester had placed him near the center of the army, close to the turret's side. The defensive machine fired non-stop, and lines of Scalqa fought valiantly to keep the enemies at bay, but monsters slipped through anyway.

A huge figure lunged past the line of Scalqa directly before Moses. The aliens lifted their massive arms to stop it, but the creature's leap was taller than their giant frames, allowing it to dive deeper into the army.

Moses was ready. As soon as the monster landed, he was already on it, his arms closing on its dog-like head. Mana filled his stretched fingers, turning them into steeled claws capable of tearing flesh and bone, but nothing gruesome unfolded.

Moses' fingers hit the sides of the monster's skull, unloading their power on specific spots. The creature froze, seemingly paralyzed by lightning bolts that ran throughout its body. Its entire being went dull, allowing Moses to pressure it.

Multiple swift attacks landed at the top of the monster's head. Moses' fingers repeatedly slammed on the same spot, digging away fur and skin to expose the skull. Cracks eventually appeared on that bone, and Moses' following blow pierced it, diving into the brain below.

The monster convulsed, but Moses' following attack ended its life. His hand almost disappeared inside the creature's head before it crashed lifelessly to its side. The fall freed Moses' fingers, revealing the blood and brain matter tainting them.

Moses watched his dirty hand with a somber expression. The scene didn't disgust him anymore, but deep thoughts filled his mind nonetheless. The monster's power was comparable to a second-level warrior, so his quick victory could give birth to some pride, but he didn't experience anything similar.

'Prince Khan would have killed it with a look,' Moses sighed.

Moses knew that comparing himself to Prince Khan wouldn't do him any good. Besides, he was only a second-level warrior. His power was still in its infancy, but those thoughts remained unstoppable.

Moses was different from his two human companions. Roger had simply happened to be born with something that caught Prince Khan's interest, leading him into the current war. He was out of his depths, but his element's misfortune had forced him onto that dangerous path.

Meanwhile, Prince Richard was simply a failure. Moses almost couldn't believe a third-level warrior with all the resources in the world could be so weak. Moses didn't dare to claim to know about the noble families' intricacies, but Prince Richard's presence on Senerth was clear. That war was a tool to beat some sense into him.

Instead, Moses came from a relatively ordinary family. His status had forced him to work hard, harder than his peers, to achieve a modicum of leverage inside a world that didn't even look at him. The tournament had blessed him with an opportunity, and he had poured his whole being into it.

Because of that, Moses felt a sense of kinship with Prince Khan. The latter's story was more exceptional but similar. Prince Khan's starting point had been far lower than Moses', but that didn't prevent him from reaching unfathomable heights.

The tournament had also paved the path for a similar journey. Moses didn't only achieve fame by winning it. The Montares family had even promised him one of their Princesses. He could achieve nobility just like Prince Khan did, so his brain inevitably tried to draw comparisons. Moses truly believed he had a shot at mimicking Prince Khan's achievements, especially since he had earned his direct teachings. However, a single month on Senerth had shattered that idea. Actually, the first battle had been enough to show Moses the depths of his delusion. There was a clear explanation for Prince Khan's feats. There was a reason why no one had ever come close to being as successful as he was and watching him fight made it evident. Prince Khan was no man. He wasn't a monster, either. He was destruction incarnate, or maybe that word had gained meaning after his birth.

Roger and Prince Richard couldn't possibly see that. Even the fearsome alien army didn't. Heck, Master Carl himself looked stunned whenever Prince Khan jumped into action. Only the silent, powerful guard seemed to know something, and Moses felt to have gotten close to the truth, too.

Prince Khan existed in a world of his own, unreachable and untouchable, outside the scope of mere mortals like Moses. That understanding made Moses reevaluate the silent guard near him. His ability to flatten monsters without moving a finger had hinted at something, but Moses' realization led to a clearer conclusion. The middle-aged man had to be one of the legendary evolved warriors.

Which, in turn, connected Prince Khan to that realm. The sole idea that a fourth-level warrior could be as strong as such legendary figures went against Moses' entire education. Yet, Prince Khan was no ordinary figure. He had many extraordinary feats under his belt, so adding another didn't feel outside the realm of reason.

As for how or why, Moses could only hope the answer was in Prince Khan's teachings. He didn't dare to believe he could ever be the Prince's equal, but getting close to him would already be a spectacular achievement. Moreover, Moses felt he needed to achieve something similar to deserve the Montares princesses. He would only become a pawn of those noble environments otherwise.

Following that reasoning, Moses stopped focusing on the scene before him. He half-closed his eyes, recalling Prince Khan's teachings. The heightened senses were a core part and the first step toward that alien approach, and Moses believed he could gain a glimpse into that strange world.

Generally speaking, every mana-enhanced soldier had superior senses. They naturally improved alongside the body, but Prince Khan's teachings were deeper, focusing on the mana itself.

That was akin to asking to perceive the air, but Moses knew there was more to it. The occasional conditioning Prince Khan had put him through had revealed clues, and focusing on his messy surroundings highlighted them.

The battlefield had no shortage of intense mana waves. Both Scalqa and monsters affected the symphony with each of their moves. That chaotic picture was too much for Moses' senses, but his immediate surroundings were a different story.

As Moses' mind grew blanker, strange sensations reached his brain. They were mere whispers at first but became louder as his concentration deepened. He could almost begin to feel the powerful masses of energy in his surroundings, but the mass of fur that filled his hazy vision forced him to snap out of that strange state.

Moses' eyes widened, bringing him back to the real world and updating him on the battle's development. Another monster had jumped past the lines of Scalqa, but this creature was falling right on Moses. He had even noticed the event too late, making any attempt to escape

the clash pointless.

The monster's sharp maw seemed ready to close on Moses' head when its body abruptly descended, slamming on the ground. Its bones cracked as its figure flattened, transforming into a gory carpet that leaked blood from every new wound.

Cold sweat dampened Moses' back. He had committed the gravest mistake a warrior could do on the battlefield. He had lost focus on the enemies, almost dying in the process. Moses slowly turned, eyeing the calm warrior behind him. Bruno wasn't even looking at him, but he knew. The middle-aged man had just saved his life, so he nodded in gratitude before refocusing on the battlefield. Moses even promised himself never to make such stupid

mistakes again.

The turrets fired non-stop, and the Scalqa kept fighting. The army's superior technology and might eventually overwhelmed the raging pack, killing each of its specimens. A series of victory cries started to resound, but something eventually touched everyone's instincts, making the soldiers turn toward the outpost.

A figure had appeared above the four giant buildings. Khan's cape fluttered in the wind as he

floated toward the ground with two huge monsters hanging from his hands. The army's leader had returned from his lone battle without a single injury to show for his incredible

victory.