My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?

Chapter 417: The last successor

Elias surely had taken inspiration from the dullahan race, for his seven sins energies swirled around his blade like a drill, similar to the dullahan’s sharp mist. He exuded a genuine ire and killing intent, once again scaring Celia and Veronica.

Elias took a thrusting position — despite being quite far away from everyone — then sent the flying thrust forward. The black projectile tore through everything on its way.

It was a forest at first, for Yumia summoned her guards. Those died upon contact with Elias’ might, turning into raw mana. Next, the forest bent, to no avail. And at last, Bo jumped forward, taking the hit with his body.

He was a battle spirit formed from a unique skill and bloodline. Such combination and loyalty toward Celia proved enough as the black projectile dispersed — and Bo also popped into thousand pieces.

“Bo!” Celia cried, no longer feeling any connection with her friend. This meant that Bo was gone for good and that he wouldn’t return or respawn. He died. He died in such a way…

His mana pieces fell onto Ubo, whose shivering and tearful eyes momentarily stopped. Something happened within his body.

“One down,” Elias whispered in a chilling tone, his voice freezing Celia’s crumbling tears. As he smirked, everyone saw that he enjoyed himself.

Yumia and Anais exchanged glances again, for a different reason this time. With their strong will and skills, these two conjured a path for Celia and Veronica to run away. Their goal was to hide Celia in Sara’s room, for no one other than Alex could access it without permission.

Alas, that was also a futile attempt.

“Haha,” Elias grinned, his second thrust destroying the path alongside a part of the Deathwill Castle. His strong energies and higher level rendered the girls’ attempts useless. He didn’t allow anyone to try anything funny.

And while everything seemed done, Ubo’s form shone with a golden light!

“That’s the color of royalty,” Elias whispered, gazing at the small wolf with a genuine interest. Evolution was common in dire and impossible circumstances, so it wasn’t that surprising for the wolf to evolve in a plight.

Small wolf form turned into a small humanoid form, and Ubo stood in wolf equipment similar to Wolfgang Set Alex had dropped from Wolfen Demon before. He was just a tad taller than Celia as he was a young wolf.

[Ubo Lv. 320 HP: ??? MP: ???]

“You… won’t hurt my friends,” Ubo uttered slowly and awkwardly, for such a speech was new to him. He could speak thanks to the royal bloodline that had awakened within him. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Bo’s death, Ubo would have never awoken that bloodline.

But as Wolfen Demon was the last royal werewolf, and Bo and Ubo had a connection to him, once their energies combined, the miracle happened!

BOOM!

With a new speed and strength, Ubo pounced at the black thrust. He smashed his fist against the sinful energy and destroyed it — not without a price, though. His little hand bled severely, and some of the skin peeled off.

Ubo clenched his teeth, withstanding the unbearable pain and still fixing his eyes on his enemy. The young man recalled his memories with Alex and Celia, their training, and how everyone treated him.

He was a part of the family, and so Bo was. To not have any more losses, Ubo stomped his little feet toward Elias Deathwill.

“How funny… A mere kid has awakened the werewolf royal bloodline. I guess you are their last successor,” Elias spoke in an amused tone, clearly not thinking of Ubo as a threat. He kept the same position, but he sent more thrusts this time.

“You know, brat… I will teach you some history. Werewolves are losers who couldn’t even become dogs of the dullahans. They lost to vampires! And I, Elias Deathwill, am human who could match dullahans!” Elias shouted with pride, pelting his thrusts at the young blood.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Those projectiles held so much pride and wrath that any normal level three hundred would’ve died countless times already. Yet Ubo held on, standing with his arms crossed before his face.

He coated himself with thick fur, shedding some of his humanoid form. He became tougher and sturdier, but not enough to become an immovable fortress. Every strike pushed him behind, to say nothing of his fur and skin getting scratched off.

Blood streamed down in abundance, and Ubo’s eyes flickered as if he were about to lose consciousness. He hadn’t allowed himself to fall, though.

In his mind, memories of a happy life flashed.

“I will not let you pass…” Ubo whispered, glaring at Elias, “I will protect my friends… I will protect Celia just like her father wants me to… and he might allow me to call him father, too…

I will not fall…” Ubo spoke firmly, rooting himself to the ground. He never took his eyes off Elias, yet, as he blinked, Elias was gone.

The man just passed him, “I will end you later.”

Because of Ubo’s resistance and persistence, Yumia had enough time to run away with Celia and Veronica. Elias naturally saw that, so he had given up on dealing with Ubo. After all, the young wolf wasn’t a threat to him.

Ubo’s heart sank. He slowly turned around with his body screaming in pain. And as he saw Elias chasing after his friends, Ubo’s legs gave up, dropping him onto the floor. For the first time, tears flooded his eyes.

“Stop… Stop…” he wailed on the ground until pain forced him to take a nap.

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“He’s already close! We won’t make it!” Anais looked behind, her eyes trembling at the sight of the darkness devouring the black corridor and its shadow. Elias Deathwill was at their tail, slowly closing the distance with them.

Yumia bit her lips, not knowing how to respond.

At the very least, the chilling presence went through them. The coldness stemmed from Elias’ Wrath, and he perfectly pinned everyone in one place.

He shrank distance in the blink of an eye, his crude thrust going at Celia!

At that moment, Yumia mustered every drop of her will, embracing the little dullahan. Similar to her, Anais had done the same, wrapping her arms around her sister from behind and using her body to protect them.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ (F)ire

Elias’ thrust tore through Anais and Yumia’s backs, his edge popping out from Yumia’s chest.

Two girls puked mouthfuls of blood, their health points dropping significantly.