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SM/DC Chapter 61 : Arthur VS Kaisellin
🕑 Added 2025-03-17 20:28:21 +0000 UTC[New Objective: Defeat The Demon Nobles & Kaisellin, Mount of the Monarch of White Flames]
Arthur’s eyes flicked to the glowing blue system notification hovering in the air, brow furrowing slightly.
“Kaisellin huh…” he muttered, scratching his head as he processed the name. “If I remember correctly, this was only a mount. In terms of combat, it was rather wea..."
A deafening roar cut him off.
Arthur barely had time to process before Kaisellin was there, a blur of white lightning, its massive jaws wide open, jagged teeth crackling with electric fury. The air trembled with raw power as the wyvern lunged, its bite inches from tearing off his head.
“Shit!” Arthur twisted, his body moving on pure instinct. He ducked low, the sharp crack of lightning singeing the air as the wyvern’s maw snapped shut where his head had been. His boots skidded across the stone as he backflipped out of range, his eyes wide with genuine surprise.
Fast.
The ground trembled again a split-second warning.
Three dark blurs surged toward him, the Demon Nobles.
Arthur’s glowing eyes flicked to them. Each one radiated a suffocating pressure, faster, stronger, smarter than the other knights he had just obliterated. The arena trembled beneath Arthur’s boots as he faced down three Demon Nobles, each radiating a malice so sharp it made the air hum.
One towered over the others, a spiked flail clutched in his massive hands, the weapon dripping with crackling black energy. To his right, a sleek, agile noble spun a twin glaive, its blades gleaming like obsidian fangs. The third, cold and methodical, held a greatsword that seemed to pulse with a blood-red aura.
And above them all, circling like a predator, Kaisellin, lightning flickering through its wings watched, waiting for its moment to strike.
Arthur rolled his shoulders, Doomsday bone gauntlets gleaming under the violent stormlight. His lips curled into a sharp smile.
“Alright,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Let’s see if you’re worth my time.”
The greatsword-wielder moved first a blur of speed despite his size, his weapon crashing down with enough force to shatter the stone beneath them. Arthur side-stepped the strike with fluid grace, his greatsword flashing to meet the blow. Steel screamed against steel as sparks erupted in the air.
“You’re quick,” Arthur admitted, pushing back against the noble’s weight. “But you lack strength!”
Without missing a beat, the glaive-user lunged from the side, both blades spinning in a whirlwind of death. Arthur ducked low, the razor-sharp edge whistling just over his head as he twisted, driving an elbow into the demon’s ribs, bone crunched beneath his strike, sending the noble staggering back.
A shadow loomed, the flail.
Arthur’s eyes glowed brighter, and as the enormous weapon crashed down, he raised his gauntleted hand and caught it mid-swing. The impact sent tremors through the ground, but Arthur stood firm, muscles tensing beneath the onslaught.
“Nice try…” he said, his smirk widening. “try not to die from this..”
With a grunt, he yanked the chain forward dragging the massive demon off balance and slammed a knee into its jaw, sending the brute skidding backward.
The air crackled.
From above, Kaisellin struck, lightning flashing from its jaws. Arthur barely had time to react, twisting out of the way as a bolt of white-hot energy obliterated the ground where he stood. He landed smoothly, eyes narrowed toward the wyvern.
“I’ll deal with you once i kill these guys, so just wait” he muttered under his breath.
The glaive-user was on him again, faster, angrier blades dancing through the air in a deadly rhythm. Arthur parried the strikes with precision, his greatsword weaving in sharp arcs, deflecting each blow. One blade nearly nicked his neck but Arthur lunged forward, closing the distance in an instant.
His hands snapped out, catching the glaive mid-spin. The demon snarled, trying to pull back but Arthur’s grip was unbreakable.
“Cool weapon.” he said, voice cold. “Let me borrow it.”
With a sickening CRACK, he snapped the glaive in two. Before the demon could react, Arthur rammed the jagged, broken end straight through its face, the blade piercing through its helmet with brutal efficiency.
The demon twitched, then collapsed in a heap.
Arthur dropped the shattered weapon without a glance, eyes already locking onto the remaining two. “Two left.” he said, voice dripping with confidence.
The greatsword-wielder charged, fury burning in his crimson eyes. Arthur met him head-on, their blades clashing in a blinding storm of sparks. Every swing the noble made was precise calculated, but Arthur was faster. Sharper.
He stepped inside the demon’s guard, slammed a punch into his ribs with a gauntleted fist, and sent him hurtling into the wall with a thunderous crash.
Arthur barely had time to catch his breath before the flail came roaring back whipping through the air with terrifying power. Arthur dodged left, right, and then surged forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
He caught the chain mid-swing again but this time, he yanked it hard, pulling the demon straight toward him. Arthur’s knee struck the demon’s chest cracking armor before he pivoted and slammed the noble’s head into the ground with bone-crushing force.
As the demon groaned, trying to rise, Arthur raised his greatsword high. “Stay down.”
The blade fell, cleaving through armor and flesh in a single devastating stroke.
Lightning flashed overhead as the final noble fell only the greatsword-wielder and Kaisellin remained. Arthur exhaled slowly, rolling his neck as he turned toward the last demon standing.
“You’re all that’s left,” he said softly, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
The final Demon Noble roared in rage, his heavy boots thundering across the cracked stone. His Greatsword, nearly as tall as himself, gleamed with dark fire as he raised it high rushing Arthur like an unstoppable juggernaut.
Arthur didn’t move.
Didn’t even bother opening his eyes.
The air around him shifted heavied as if the arena itself held its breath.
The Demon Noble charged faster, closing the gap, his killing blow just heartbeats away
Then, Arthur’s eyes snapped open.
A cold, eerie blue light blazed from his gaze, and in that instant everything changed.
Bloodlust.
The Demon froze mid-step his entire body locking up. His once-fluid movements became sluggish, the titanic weight of Arthur’s sheer presence crushing the fight out of him. His hands trembled uncontrollably, fingers twitching against the hilt of his sword until it simply… slipped from his grasp, the massive blade clanging to the ground.
Even behind the helmet, the look of pure, paralyzing terror was undeniable.
Arthur still hadn’t spoken. Still hadn’t rushed forward.
He just walked slow, deliberate. Each step echoed through the arena.
And as he passed the trembling demon, his sword moved.
A single, elegant arc fluid and merciless.
The Demon Noble’s head slid from his shoulders in perfect silence, spinning through the air before thudding to the ground. His body stood there for a breathless moment before collapsing in a heap.
Arthur never glanced back.
But no time to breathe Kaisellin struck again.
Electricity crackled as the wyvern’s massive tail swung toward him like a thunderous whip. Arthur thrust his gauntlet-clad fist forward and caught the tail mid-swing. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the arena, shattering nearby debris.
“You are clearly stronger than you should be..” Arthur admitted, his grin turning sharp. “Good. I guess this what the system meant by ‘at the peak of their ability’ it was about you.. The boss of this level.”
With a grunt, Arthur twisted his grip and hurled Kaisellin across the arena. The massive wyvern smashed into the far wall, stone and debris exploding outward as arcs of wild lightning crackled along its serpentine body. The beast shrieked a sound like thunder splitting the heavens its wings snapping open as it shot into the sky.
Arthur didn’t waste time.
He launched himself after it grabbing his tail, the air booming in his wake as Kaisellin flew straight into the heart of the storm above. Wind tore at him, lightning streaked across the sky, but his glowing blue eyes never left the wyvern.
“Not getting away from me,” Arthur growled.
The wyvern’s wings flared wide, twisting mid-air as its mouth opened crackling with raw electricity and it blasted a torrent of lightning breath toward him.
Arthur’s hand flicked up. Ruler’s Authority.
The lightning bent warping as his invisible force pushed through it, the searing bolts grazing his skin but failing to stop his charge.
In a blur of motion, he landed on Kaisellin’s back, his Promethium sword in his grip.
The wyvern thrashed wildly, trying to shake him off, but Arthur planted his boots down hard unmoving.
“Come on,” he muttered, lips curling into a fierce grin. “Be obedient.”
Kaisellin spiraled upward, wings cutting through the storm as it rolled, dove, and twisted desperately trying to throw him off. Arthur rode the chaos with perfect balance, one hand gripping the wyvern’s spikes while his sword shimmered with deadly intent.
With a roar, Kaisellin’s head snapped backward jaws wide trying to chomp him in half.
Arthur shifted barely dodging the gnashing fangs by inches. He flipped over the beast’s neck, dragging his sword across its scales, leaving a blazing wound that crackled as the wyvern howled in pain.
Raising his sword, Arthur activated [Sword Rush] his body vanishing into a blur of lethal slashes.
In the blink of an eye, seven glowing arcs cut across Kaisellin’s wings and neck, blood spraying through the air as the wyvern shrieked in agony.
The beast spun again, diving back toward the arena, but Arthur didn’t let up.
He raised his sword once more, [Sword Rush] igniting again as he became a storm of silver and death, carving through Kaisellin’s defenses as they plummeted.
As the ground rushed closer, Arthur twisted his grip his muscles coiled tight and with a final explosive strike, he swung his Promethium sword in a powerful, cleaving arc.
The blade bit deep cutting clean through Kaisellin’s neck.
The wyvern’s head tore free from its body, spinning violently as the corpse crashed into the arena floor with a thunderous impact, sending a cloud of dust and rubble erupting into the air.
For a long, tense moment there was nothing but silence and smoke.
And then he emerged.
Arthur walked through the settling dust, his Promethium sword resting on his shoulder, unscathed, eyes still glowing with fierce, unwavering power.
Arthur stepped over Kaisellin’s severed head, sparks of lingering lightning crackling beneath his boots letting out a disappointed sigh.
“Would’ve been cooler if you were a dragon instead.”
