Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 543:Dragon Roar To Rescue

Hale found himself relentlessly pushed back, every attempt to change direction thwarted as the four Mythic Knights formed an impenetrable ring, their combined presence bearing down on him like an immense physical force.

His breath grew ragged, and crimson bloomed anew from the wounds marring his body. Yet, he stubbornly refused to yield, his grip tightening on his weapon as he forced himself to remain standing.

"Bring it on then!" Hale bellowed, his voice echoing across the war-torn expanse, defiance blazing in his eyes.

He unleashed another swing, pouring every last ounce of his strength into the blade. The strike, fueled by his dwindling power, was met and parried instantly, followed swift as lightning by another assault.

CLANG!

BOOOOM!

The concussive force slammed into him, propelling him backward. His body crashed heavily onto the ground, the impact sending spiderweb cracks rippling outwards beneath him.

Before he could even gather himself to rise, another blow landed, then another, and another. The relentless onslaught continued, granting him no respite, no moment to recover whatsoever.

Hale propelled himself upwards once more, his vision swimming slightly. His frame trembled under the cumulative agony of his injuries, but the fury in his gaze remained undimmed.

"YOU BASTARD, LUCIEN!" he roared with the full force of his lungs, his voice a potent blend of rage and utter disbelief that sliced through the surrounding pandemonium.

"You sold us out, you absolute piece of filth… you betrayed your own kin!"

"Was it all for your pathetic glory?!"

His chest heaved with each strained utterance, blood mingling with his words as he pressed on, unwilling to cease his accusations.

"You're nothing but a craven cur, and scum like you doesn't deserve to tread this battlefield!"

Another strike connected mid-sentence, causing his body to convulse violently as pain seared through him. Yet, even then, he didn't fully collapse, managing instead to stagger a few steps forward.

For a fleeting instant, his gaze dropped, and the sight that met his eyes sent his heart plummeting into an abyss of despair.

The battlefield had transformed into a grim tableau of utter chaos. Human soldiers were being cut down indiscriminately, their formations shattered beyond any hope of recovery. Some desperately tried to flee, others attempted a futile resistance, but none of it mattered.

They were being massacred without a shred of mercy.

And it wasn't solely the Beastmen.

Lucien's own forces had joined the fray, their blades rising and falling with chilling efficiency. Screams ripped through the air, and rivers of blood stained the ground.

Hale's eyes quivered almost imperceptibly.

"Traitor…" he whispered, his voice barely audible, before it swelled again, choked with unadulterated wrath.

"All of you… are damned traitors!"

His fists clenched with brutal force, his entire being trembling not from fear, but from the paralyzing weight of helpless rage. There was no escape route, no reinforcements incoming, no chance of survival left for them.

Hale drew a deep, shuddering breath, his expression slowly hardening as he arrived at a grim resolution.

"Fine…"

If he was destined to perish, he would not do so alone.

A volatile surge of energy began to coalesce within his core as he forcibly channeled his remaining essence, his aura erupting uncontrollably. The very earth beneath him fractured, and the surrounding atmosphere thrummed with volatile power.

"You wish me dead?" he growled, his voice deepening with menace.

"Then come and claim my life alongside yours!"

The Mythic Knights perceived the shift instantly, their expressions contorting as they sensed the spiraling, unstable power.

"He's overloading," one of them stated urgently.

"Stop him!" another commanded, and they advanced in unison, their intent clear: to obliterate him before he could detonate.

But just as they closed in, reality warped before Hale, and a dark portal ripped open into existence without the slightest warning.

The abrupt anomaly caused them to falter for a microsecond.

"What—"

Before any of them could truly react—

ROOOOARRRR!

A draconic roar exploded from the depths of the portal, reverberating through the entire battlefield. The sheer pressure emanating from it forced even the awe-inspiring Mythic Knights to hesitate.

In the subsequent instant, a massive, dragon-shaped wave of energy surged forth from the portal, cleaving the air with devastating might before slamming into the ravaged battlefield.

BOOOOOOOOM!

The explosion rippled outwards instantaneously, annihilating everything in its path. The ground disintegrated, flames mingled with raw energy, engulfing the area. The Mythic Knights were compelled to scramble for cover, recoiling slightly from the stupendous impact.

"What in the blazes is that?!" one of them yelled, dust, fire, and debris filling the air, drastically reducing visibility.

Amidst the swirling maelstrom of chaos, something stirred.

Chains erupted from the portal, lashing out with incredible speed and ensnaring Hale's body before he could even comprehend what was happening.

"What—"

Before he could finish his bewildered query, his body was yanked with brutal force. In the very next moment, he was plunged headlong into the portal.

The portal snapped shut as abruptly as it had materialized, and the cacophony of battle resumed. Yet, the very center of the battlefield felt eerily vacant.

Hale was no more.

The Mythic Knights remained motionless for a beat, their faces falling into shadow as they fixed their gaze upon the empty space where he had stood moments before.

"He got away..." one of them grumbled.

Witnessing this, Lucien could no longer hold back his fury; the placid facade he wore cracked and crumbled, unleashing a torrent of rage.

"Useless..." he spat, his voice quivering with incandescent anger.

"You are all utterly useless!"

"There are four of you, and you couldn't even capture a single Mythic-ranked individual. What value do you possess?" he bellowed, his words laced with a hostility so potent it caused the surrounding Beastmen to shift uncomfortably.

An immediate tension fell over the group.

One of the Beastmen took a half-step forward, killing intent blazing in his eyes as he locked onto Lucien.

"If you're so capable, why don't you go and capture him yourself?" he retorted icily.

Lucien's eyes became slits, his aura flaring subtly, hinting at an imminent explosion of violence. For a brief instant, it seemed as though another confrontation was on the verge of igniting.

The battlefield had barely cooled, yet a new conflict was brewing.

At that precise moment, an elder Beastman emerged from the throng.

His demeanor was serene, yet carried a palpable weight. The instant he appeared, the oppressive atmosphere in the air shifted, easing slightly.

"Let us cease this charade," the old man declared, his voice resonating with steadiness as his eyes surveyed both factions.