Chapter 613: The Throne of Ruin ( 613 )

Javier’s brows furrowed sharply.

Something didn’t sit right.

Gumarak’s stance… his gaze… and then—his voice.

“Very well, boy! Let’s see if you can—”

But the tone was no longer that of a leader.

It was wild. Twisted.

“Stop this!!!” Gumarak suddenly roared, his body flickering wildly.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the throne and reappeared right behind Javier.

A savage kick slammed into Javier’s ribs, sending him crashing into the marble wall with a loud, thunderous impact.

Before the dust could even settle.

“I am CELESTIAL!!” Gumarak yelled, raising his palm high.

Dark fireballs gathered in the air, swirling chaotically with black and violet flames. They shot toward the crumpled wall like a storm of homing meteors.

“I’m not gonna lose to some snotty brat who’s still sucking his mama’s tits like YOU!!”

His voice was wild, spit flying as he laughed with crazy rage.

One after another, the fireballs exploded, smashing parts of the throne room walls and pillars. Shattered stone and glowing embers scattered across the floor, turning the once-glorious chamber into a crimson-stained smoke-filled mess.

“DIE, you fucking retard mama’s boy!! GYAHAHAHA!!”

He swung both arms out—dark tendrils erupted from the ground, crashing and twisting with malicious fury. Chains of corrupted magic lashed toward the impact zone like living snakes, while glowing glyphs in the air began launching black spikes and flame orbs in rapid volleys.

The throne room shook.

Even the nearby dwarven soldiers had to retreat outside, shielding their eyes from the overwhelming magic explosion filling the hall.

Gumarak laughed.

A deep, echoing cackle of a creature no longer chained to reason.

Gumarak lunged through the thick smoke, his footsteps thudding loudly across the broken throne room.

He saw Javier—half-buried in rubble—and snarled.

With a burst of speed, Gumarak reached him, grabbed his helmet, and yanked it off with a loud clang. Javier’s face, covered in blood and bruises, was now exposed.

Gumarak grinned wickedly.

“Let’s see that arrogant face of yours, brat.”

He grabbed a handful of Javier’s hair and slammed his head down onto the cracked marble floor.

“A weakling like YOU!?” he roared. “You think you can fight me!? The FOURTH strongest Celestial!?”

He slammed Javier again and again.

“You’re just a snotty little BOY!! Gahahaha!!”

Lifting Javier with one arm like a ragdoll, Gumarak threw him across the room. Javier’s body crashed into another wall with a deafening boom, causing a cloud of dust and debris to fly everywhere.

Without hesitation, Gumarak raised his hand.

“DIE ALREADY!!!”

A magic circle opened in the air—then a thousand jagged dark spikes erupted from every direction. Ceilings, floors, walls—midair—countless black lances screamed toward Javier like a wave of death.

Each spike shimmered with cursed energy, vibrating with violent intent as they closed in.

Gumarak just stood there, grinning wide, arms open, laughing like a monster set loose.

“I’ll scatter your bones across this kingdom, you pathetic little shit!!!”

“You wanna see my REAL power, snotty boy!?” Gumarak roared, distorted with madness as the Celestial inside him took full control.

He lunged forward in a blur.

Javier’s head was smashed into the floor beneath Gumarak’s boot—again and again.

“You can’t even DEFLECT my Dark Spike skill!!” Gumarak howled with laughter. “That’s the WEAKEST skill I have!!”

His eyes turned bright red. The dark aura around him surged, twisting the air, cracking the throne room floor, and warping the walls.

“You should’ve stayed home and kept SUCKING your mama’s tits!!” he cackled like a lunatic, spitting as he spoke.

“I HAVEN’T EVEN USED MY FULL POWER YET!!”

Spinning violently, he flung Javier’s limp body upward, then vanished.

He reappeared midair and kicked Javier’s side, sending him flying across the room like a ragdoll. Before Javier could even hit the wall.

Gumarak reappeared again and delivered another kick. Then another. And another.

It was a brutal, one-sided attack.

Javier’s body flying through the air, bouncing off the walls at unimaginable speed, Gumarak laughing wildly all the while.

“IS THIS ALL YOU GOT, GARIUS SON!?” he shouted. “IS THIS THE BEST THE ARMAND REGION CAN DO!?”

Every impact cracked stone, left craters, and shook the entire throne room.

“COME ON, SNOTTY BOY!! FIGHT ME BACK!!”

“POOR GARIUS!!” Gumarak howled, his voice now entirely inhuman, warped by the Celestial’s malice. “That son of a bitch turned out so damn OVERPOWERED, yet what did he raise? A weakling! A sniveling little brat!”

He stomped down hard on Javier’s back with a sickening crunch.

“I thought Garius would come himsel! But nooo~! He sent his little mama’s boy, the one still sucking tits back home!!”

He kicked Javier across the floor like a broken doll, dark flames swirling in his wake.

“WEAK!!”

“WEAAAAK!!!”

“PATHETIC!! YOU HEAR ME!?”

Gumarak’s laughter filled the throne room—unstable, victorious, merciless.

He stood tall over Javier’s battered body, a blazing dark aura like a living nightmare.

“I thought Garius was coming!!” Gumarak bellowed, throwing his head back in mocking laughter. “Gave me a damn heart attack—well, sort of!! GYAHAHAHAHA!!”

He marched toward Javier, eyes glowing with pure insanity, dark spear forming in his hand like a jagged shadow from hell.

“Oi, weakling!!”

With a wicked grin, he raised the spear high.

The spear stabbed into Javier’s body with violent force, blood splattering across the cracked throne room floor.

“WEAK!!” Gumarak roared again, twisting the spear as Javier’s body jerked.

“GARIUS!!” he screamed into the air. “YOUR SNOTTY LITTLE BRAT IS WEEEAK!! PATHETIC!! A JOKE!!!”

Dark flames erupted around him, storming in madness and fury.

He slowly walked toward the center of the ruined throne room, each step echoing with grim satisfaction.

“I killed your son, Garius!!” he bellowed, voice filled with triumphant rage. “Now I can’t wait to send his head back to you—so you understand my revenge!! GARIUS!!”

He looked at where the body lay.

A dark pool of blood spread across the cracked stone. The once-glorious armor was bent and torn, its shiny white surface marred.

There, at the heart of the destruction, Javier’s body was motionless. Lifeless.

The great hall sank into terrible silence—only broken by Gumarak’s slow, manic breathing and the low hiss of dark magic crackling in the air.

( End Of Chapter )

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