Chapter 211

[Another foreshadow that I completely connected to, you can reread chapter 73 if you want to know what it is.]

Princess Belle knew the locations of the important chess pieces of this battle, they were on their own, fighting the enemies before them. However, when the time comes, all of them would move and create a path to end the battle. As of right now, they were doing their best to confront the Methuselahs. Princess Belle trusted them, especially the man she loved, Mikael.

She did these sidesteps, controlling herself to see him, helping him secretly, creating a possible future for both of them, she hid her emotions just to get what she wanted in the end. An utmost war tactician, that was her. Behind Kyle's sacrifice, protecting the Earth, Princess Belle was the second person who straightened the path of this world. Particularly this last two years, when she reawakened her Vision, she decided to pave her path with or without blood. She was determined to prevent extinction, she gritted her teeth thinking about that moment. She shook her head and erased the thoughts, she had to concentrate.

As of now, the monster was trudging in the faded city, all he could do was to trust his sense of hearing. Aside from that, the Manticore could use his senses to detect the presence of other people. The Manticore was damaged in the battle with the Elder, though it was a one-sided fight, the Manticore couldn't even stand up. All he could do was to stay low on the ground as hundreds of water bullets pierced his body, it was a pitiful sight, for him.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the Manticore survived the relentless barrage of bullets. And now, he was hunting people who would make him stronger and bigger. The wounds he got were completely wiped away, leaving only his hatred. He was glaring as he looked ahead.

His puffing breath steamed in the middle of the clouded fog, he was hungry and furious. He sniffed the surroundings but he couldn't catch any scent except for the smell of the mist. It seemed like the fog blocked his sense of smell too.

The monster roared frustrated with his situation being lost and didn't know where to find food. He decided to advance further since he knew that he could find a person as long as he traveled.

{I will put my faith in everything, to you, Mikael.}

Princess Belle had an expression of longing. She whispered weakly in the air and the Elves around her didn't hear her voice.

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{You will be the one to end this, and if it's not enough, I will pave the path for you.}

She was determined.

{You are the archnemesis of the Manticore, you are the only one who can overcome the curse of Bellerophon.}

She clasped her hands as if she was praying.

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The monster paused, he started feeling that someone was coming. He became excited and licked his lips, another soul to eat, coming right up! The Manticore decided not to move so that the incoming person won't be scared.

He stoned himself like a statue, he didn't make any sound and just keep standing. Although his eyes moved left and right, trying to find where his target was. He hid his bloodlust, the Manticore may look stupid, but he could think.

"Haaysst, why did the city become covered with this mist? It just turned dark, I thought fog is common when it's around near dawn? Now, I can't see anything, how am I gonna slaughter these Vampires?"

A voice echoed, the man walked with no hesitation. He was confident that even if a strong opponent appeared and made a surprise attack, he could turn the table and bring back the storm. Mikael's silhouette started to become clear, he was holding his Spear as he advanced. His eyes stared ahead, looking at the distance yet he clicked his tongue when he realized that he couldn't see what's ahead. The fog was too thick and keep blocking his vision.

"Tch, what a bad timing-"

Bang!!!

A powerful force hit him but Mikael's Spear blocked 75% of the power. Still, he glided and slammed into a wall, the power was too much for him. His head bled a little and felt the blood flowing down his face.

"Woah, easy guy, I'm just a man."

"Grrraaaaoooojjjj!!!"

The Manticore showed himself and dashed into him, his eyes stared at him glowing. The monster grinned, he was confident that Mikael was now dead. He watched Mikael and waited till he lost his strength and die. However, the moment he was waiting didn't come, Mikael didn't die, instead, he stood and wiped the dust away. He bent his neck as he knocked his joints. He squeezed his hands, it seemed like he had a big monster to deal with.

"Yosh!"

"!!!"

The dumbfounded Manticore didn't know why Mikael lived, his power didn't affect him. He didn't die and the Manticore didn't feel a soul entering and replenishing him. He was baffled, leading him not to see that Mikael raised his Spear and aimed it towards his face.

Mikael put his strength into this throw, he wanted to return the pain he had earlier. He shot the Spear and his weapon became lightning and traveled into the face of the monster, the Manticore saw a dark light but it was too late. The Spear rumbled as it scorched his face, the monster tumbled, his face was burned and he couldn't even see.

"Ggirrrrraaaghhhhh!!!"

The stinging pain kept electrocuting him, he screamed and swiveled on the ground. He was caught off guard, he didn't know why or how, but Mikael wasn't affected by his eyes. He was confident that he stared at him but he didn't get any soul. Instead what he got were jet-black lightning and shocking pain. The sparks of lightning flickered around his body, it was beautiful but agonizing.

The smoke rose all over him, he was cooked by the lightning, still, his incredible healing capability saved him again. As a creature who ate hundreds of thousands of souls, his vitality was superb. He could overcome a lot of unbearable situations, just like earlier when he was showered of bullets and descended into the ground.

Mikael's attack was strong but the Manticore won't die with just one attack.

"Girrraaahhhh!!!"

The Manticore was furious and roared at him, he dashed not caring if he was fully healed, he wanted to finish this man. He tried to use his power again as he rushed in, his eyes set upon Mikael but nothing happened. The Manticore was completely convinced that Mikael had something that made him immune to his power. The Manticore's power came from a mythical man, Bellerophon the hero, the slayer of monsters. The power of his eyes was a curse-type which Mikael was immune to.