Let's Train Heroine

Chapter 190: Heroine's Enemy

The battlefield was soaked in blood, the air thick with the stench of death. Dark Crow stood tall, his long white hair flowing behind him like a dark halo as he gazed upon the fallen priests of Solaria Sanctum. His red eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction, his body pulsing with power as he absorbed the blood of those he had slain. He had grown stronger, more powerful than ever.

But then, the sky above darkened, and two figures emerged from the crumbling remains of the sanctum. Two old men, frail in appearance but brimming with immense power, stepped forward. Their presence alone caused the ground to tremble beneath their feet.

Master Galdor, tall and regal with a flowing silver beard, and Master Eloric, shorter and broader with a hardened gaze, had finally awakened. They had been sealed away for centuries, their bodies preserved until the sanctum faced its greatest crisis. Now, seeing the corpses of their fellow priests, regret and sorrow weighed heavily in their hearts.

"All of them... gone," Galdor whispered, his voice filled with sadness. "We were too late."

Eloric clenched his fists, his metallic skin glinting in the faint light. "That monster... he killed them all." His voice trembled with fury. "We will make him pay for this."

Dark Crow chuckled, his voice low and mocking. "So, the old relics finally wake up. Too bad you're just in time to die. I'll enjoy draining every last drop of your blood."

Galdor's eyes narrowed, his grip on his staff tightening. "We may be old, but we will not let this darkness spread any further." Continue your journey with mvl

Eloric cracked his neck, eyes blazing with determination. "Prepare yourself, crow. This ends now."

The sky tore open as Galdor and Eloric unleashed their full power. The ground beneath them cracked and shattered as their immense auras surged outward, creating shockwaves that reverberated through the ruined sanctum. Dark Crow, standing amidst the chaos, grinned as he prepared for the confrontation.

Galdor was the first to strike. Raising his staff, he summoned his Astral Manipulation. The sky above darkened, and from the heavens descended massive ethereal arms, glowing with the light of distant stars. These astral arms, larger than mountains, reached toward the Dark Crow, attempting to crush him with their celestial might.

Dark Crow smirked, summoning a massive wave of dark and blood magic. His body blurred as he transformed into a storm of black feathers, weaving through the ethereal arms with lightning speed. His blood-red energy clashed with Galdor's astral force, causing a violent explosion that ripped through the battlefield.

The ground splintered, mountains in the distance crumbled, and the once-sacred sanctum was further reduced to rubble.

Eloric, not waiting for an opening, charged toward the Dark Crow, his body shimmering with his Titanium Body ability. His metallic form made him nearly indestructible, and his speed was unlike anything a human could achieve. His fists, glowing with immense power, slammed into the Dark Crow with the force of a meteor.

Dark Crow was sent flying, crashing into the ground with enough force to create a massive crater. But he rose, unharmed, his body healing rapidly as the blood he had absorbed fueled his regeneration. His eyes glinted with malevolent glee as he spread his wings wide, summoning a storm of blood-red lightning that crackled through the sky.

Eloric braced himself as the lightning struck him, his Titanium Body absorbing the impact. But even his impenetrable skin couldn't completely negate the damage. He gritted his teeth as the force of the attack pushed him back, his feet digging into the ground as he struggled to hold his ground.

Galdor, meanwhile, raised his staff again, summoning more astral arms. This time, they formed a massive barrier of starlight, attempting to contain the Dark Crow within. The celestial energy pulsed with enough force to annihilate an entire kingdom, and the ground around them began to shake violently as the barrier closed in.

The Dark Crow, however, was far from finished. His body surged with dark energy, and he let out a terrifying screech as he summoned a vortex of blood magic, tearing through the astral barrier with ease. His power had grown to the level of a Kingdom Class, and even Galdor's celestial might was struggling to contain him.

The fight continued, Galdor and Eloric getting beaten by Dark Crow.

After an hour of fighting...

Eloric, battered but not broken, launched himself at the Dark Crow once more. His fists, glowing with radiant energy, collided with the crow's dark magic. Each punch from Eloric was like a collapsing star, causing the ground to fracture and the skies to tremble. But the Dark Crow, feeding off the blood of the fallen priests, was relentless.

He matched Eloric's blows with his own, dark tendrils of blood wrapping around the old man's metallic body.

Just as Eloric prepared to strike again, the Dark Crow's eyes flared an intense red. In an instant, the world around them seemed to pause. Galdor, sensing something wrong, tried to intervene, but his body froze in place.

Both old men stood motionless, paralyzed by an unseen force.

The Dark Crow let out a low chuckle, his voice dripping with malice. "You foolish relics thought you could defeat me?" His once-red eyes glowed blindingly before they began to fade, turning pale, ghostly white. He had activated his Stand Eyes, a forbidden technique that allowed him to stop time for ten seconds the last thing he see before losing his eyesight.

The sky remained still, locked in this frozen moment, and the Dark Crow moved effortlessly through the air, his predatory gaze falling upon Galdor and Eloric. He felt his vision dimming rapidly as his eyesight began to vanis.

"You two should be proud of yourself," Dark Crow muttered, standing before the helpless old men, "Since you force me use this power."

In a swift motion, he placed his hand on Galdor's chest, dark tendrils of magic penetrating deep into the old man's heart. Galdor, powerless to resist, felt his very essence being drained. The blood, power, and life force of a Kingdom Class warrior surged into the Dark Crow, filling him with unimaginable strength. Galdor's once-vibrant aura flickered and died, his body becoming frail and pale.

Before the ten seconds passed, the Dark Crow turned to Eloric and repeated the process. His fingers sank into the metallic skin of the old warrior, and Eloric's blood—rich with ancient power—was drawn into him as well.

The weight of two Kingdom Class warriors coursing through Dark Crow's veins sent shockwaves of power through his body, revitalizing and empowering him beyond anything he had ever known.

The world snapped back into motion.

Galdor and Eloric collapsed, their bodies reduced to fragile husks. Their final struggle had ended, not with a glorious blow but in silence, as their very life force was stolen from them. The ground no longer trembled; the skies were no longer split open.

Dark Crow staggered back, his vision now completely gone. The once-crimson eyes had turned a pale, lifeless white. He blinked into the darkness, unable to see the ruins of the battlefield around him, but he didn't panic. Slowly, as the blood of Galdor and Eloric merged with his own, something happened.

His eyesight returned.

He could see again, clearer and sharper than before. Not only had he regained his sight, but his power had multiplied manyfold. The kingdom-level magic and life force inside him, made him stronger any Kingdom Class for few days but weaker than Empire Class.

If he want to maintain this level of power, he need to absorb more kingdom class.