The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 684 Landslide Victory (1)

Malverna lifted her right hand, forming a black fireball within her palm.

This fireball remained tiny, about the size of her palm, lacking the immense pressure displayed by the earlier fire dragon.

With effortless motion, she hurled it at the oncoming fire dragon.

Thousand Faces saw this and erupted in laughter. "How foolish!"

Yet the very next moment, his laughter halted abruptly.

The black flame he had scorned slammed into the enormous fire dragon—rather than getting obliterated, it swelled rapidly, swallowing it up.

Roar!

A deafening roar exploded from the fire dragon, rattling the air around it.

The black flame kept devouring the dragon's form, expanding ceaselessly until it engulfed the beast entirely.

After the dragon faded away, the black flame vanished too.

Thousand Faces remained rooted to the spot, his features drained of color, filled with terror and dread.

"H-How… is that possible!? What kind of black fire is that!?" he shouted in desperation.

That apparently trivial flame had consumed his fire dragon completely.

Unbelievable—yet it unfolded directly before his gaze.

"Impossible?" Malverna sneered while flicking her right hand. "In this world, nothing is impossible. You're just a petty mage studying the remnants of ancient spells. What do you really understand, hm?"

Her mockery caused Thousand Faces to quiver in fury. Yet before he could strike back, Malverna's indolent voice rang out once more.

"Alright, enough. I'm bored. I'd rather relax in Elina's shadow than keep dealing with you."

Next, she pointed her left index finger upward.

From its tip, a black ray burst forth, stabbing straight into Thousand Faces' left chest.

The man stiffened on the spot. His eyes bulged as he glanced downward at the huge hole puncturing his chest.

"You…"

Intense agony cut his words short, flooding his whole body.

His skin gradually reddened, the transformation plain to see.

"Argh! It hurts! It hurts!"

In torment, he wailed while desperately attempting a healing spell—but it failed utterly.

Buzz!

Suddenly, black flames burst from his neck and arms. They raced across him, consuming every cell and organ, plunging him into unbearable torment.

After five minutes, his convulsions finally ceased. His skin had blackened to charcoal, emitting a foul, stomach-churning odor.

Soon after, his form toppled off balance and thudded onto the ground.

Boom!

He crashed into the sand and lay still.

Thousand Faces, the man who once terrorized the whole Ancient Kingdom of Eron, had at last perished.

Malverna shook her head. She had dismissed him entirely from the start.

The chasm in their age and expertise proved far too wide, after all.

In her eyes, Thousand Faces amounted to little more than a novice dabbling in magic.

"Alright, time to go back to sleep."

Letting out a weary yawn, she dissolved into specks of light and faded away.

***

"Hyaa!"

"Argh!"

Three soldiers lunged at Nolan, yet oddly, they got repelled before making contact.

Nolan sauntered toward them, a mischievous grin on his face.

"What's the matter? Haven't had dinner yet?" he teased lightly.

Terror gripped the three soldiers as they retreated in haste. Sadly, Nolan planned to spare none of them.

Earlier, they had gone after him and his elder sister. Now roles reversed—he became the predator.

In one swift arc, Nolan's sword lopped off the heads of all three soldiers.

His face stayed impassive, like performing a routine chore.

He faced the leftover soldiers and flashed a grin.

"Now it's your turn!"

Fear made the soldiers tremble. They had misjudged Nolan as a useless, lazy prince.

Who could have guessed… he concealed his true power the whole time.

Still, as elite soldiers, they quelled their panic swiftly and rushed him anew.

Nolan just smirked before charging forward boldly, without any pause.

At the same time, Elina's duel with Erkan intensified every second.

Clang!

Swords met with a clash; then both retreated briefly before striking once more.

Clang!

Blades rang out sharply in another fierce collision.

"Hahaha! You're truly amazing, Your Highness! I really underestimated you!" Erkan laughed heartily.

Though Elina scored two hits before, it stemmed from his carelessness.

Now viewing her as a real rival, he refused to lower his defenses again.

"You're not bad either," Elina answered offhandedly, even as her sword grip quivered faintly.

Truth be told, Erkan's power astounded her. He likely matched Luvistar or Uncle Luke.

His frame was burly and robust, his power vastly outmatching Elina's. Thankfully, she had always kept up her training, maintaining her peak form to this very day.

The pair stared daggers at one another. The instant after—

Whoosh!

Clang!

Swords collided once more, and in a swift blur, they disappeared before materializing two meters away to the side.

Clang! Clang!

Their ferocious duel forced soldiers from both armies to back away on instinct, steering clear of needless fatalities.

"Die!"

Erkan lifted his sword high and slashed fiercely at her face.

Elina leaped to the side in a flash, barely avoiding the blow. Erkan gave no quarter, charging after her right away.

Cornered on the defensive, Elina had no choice but to keep dodging.

Her situation was dire. To shift the momentum, she required the perfect chance.

All at once, her gaze fixed on the sand. A clever scheme sparked within her, bringing a sly smirk to her lips.

"Why keep dodging!? Have you turned coward, Elina Lorian!?" Erkan mocked while relentlessly swinging his blade.

Elina refused the taunt. Silently, she started counting inside her mind.

"One… two… three…"

Erkan's rising fury only amplified her opportunity to reverse the fight.

Evidently frustrated, Erkan abruptly sped up, lunged ahead, and hoisted his sword overhead.

"Die!"

"Now!"

Elina grabbed a fistful of sand and hurled it directly at Erkan's face.

"Argh!" Erkan yelled as grains hit his eyes, sight clouding and stance wobbling.

Grasping the moment, Elina slipped behind him and struck both knees with a powerful kick, buckling him to the ground.

With seamless grace, she wrapped her arm around his neck and held her sword tight against his throat.

"Stop! Or do you want your leader to die by my hand!?"

Soldiers from both sides halted in shock. Every gaze shifted to Erkan, now Elina's captive with the blade snug against his neck.

One false step, and death would claim him. The blade's position targeted a deadly nerve cluster, utterly vulnerable.

Noting the foe's troops still clutching weapons, Elina's eyes grew icy.

"Drop your weapons. Or else…"

She left the threat hanging. Instead, she edged the sword in deeper, just enough to spill blood.

"Argh!"

Erkan's agonized cry spread terror among his men, prompting them to hurl down their arms at once.

Elina gave a pleased nod. "Now, get down on your knees. No one moves, and no one schemes. Otherwise…"

A subtle smile played on her lips.

"It won't just be your general who dies—you'll all follow him."