Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 326: Intruders
Chapter 326: Intruders
Ethan leaned closer to Claira and whispered softly.
“Told you, right?”
“We are going to witness a brutal scene today. Something that might soothe you a little.”
Claira nodded, though her eyes held a faint trace of unease. There was no one in this palace she felt any warmth toward. In her heart, everyone here was part of the same rotten world. In her eyes, they were cruel vermin who deserved to suffer.
Ethan noticed the darkness flicker in her gaze. He lifted his wine glass and took a casual sip.
The moment the liquid touched his tongue, his expression changed.
SWISH!
A faint but sharp sensation ran through his body. The sacred light within him reacted instantly, surging without warning. His eyes widened slightly as he stared at the wine in his hand.
‘There is a problem.’
The instant it entered his system, the blessing of the Light Goddess that protected him from poison and curses activated on its own. That alone was enough to tell him everything.
Ethan did not hesitate. He grabbed Claira’s hand firmly and spoke in a cold, low voice.
“Don’t drink.”
Claira stiffened but nodded at once, trusting him without question.
Ethan quickly glanced over the other drinks and dishes on the table. His jaw tightened.
“Damn… this is a problem.”
He cursed under his breath and turned his eyes toward Duke Phillips. Phillips was already watching him, his brows drawn together after noticing Ethan’s sudden change.
“What happened?” Phillips asked quietly.
Ethan leaned closer and whispered a few words into his ear.
Phillips’ expression darkened immediately.
They had come here expecting to watch a show, but it seemed the storm would drag everyone into it.
……
Meanwhile, the royal drama escalated at a terrifying pace.
King Mark could no longer tolerate it.
“How dare you, bastard!” he screamed, his voice cracking with fury.
“You want to dethrone me?”
“Do you even have the power for that?”
He jumped to his feet, his old body shaking as he pointed at Calvin.
“Unfilial bastard!” Mark roared. “Is this how you treat your father, the one who gave you this life?”
Calvin laughed softly, the sound calm and sharp at the same time.
“What life are you talking about?” he replied. “In name, I am a prince, but my situation is not much better than a dog on the street.”
“Isn’t that right, my dear younger brothers?”
Prince Karl stepped forward, his expression tense.
“Brother Calvin, what chaos are you causing?” Karl asked.
“You clearly have no chance of winning. So why are you even here?”
Calvin clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly, completely at ease.
“It seems all of you are misunderstanding something,” he said calmly.
“Who said I have no support?”
The moment those words left his mouth, screams echoed from outside the banquet hall.
“Who are you?”
“Stop right there. Going further is forbidden!”
BOOOOOOM!
A violent explosion shook the entrance. The massive doors were blasted apart, wood and stone flying across the hall. Dust and debris filled the air as several black-clad figures poured inside.
King Mark’s face twisted in rage and fear.
“How dare you!” he screamed. “Guards, where are you dying?”
“What are you getting paid for?”
He then turned toward the nobles, his eyes bloodshot.
“Stop standing there! Go and fight them!”
The black figures wasted no time. They rushed forward, their killing intent sharp and cold.
The nobles were startled, but they were not helpless lambs waiting to be slaughtered. None of the noble lords present were below the Advanced stage. Many had fought battles before.
Mana erupted across the hall.
BOOM!
Spells collided and swords clashed with one another.
Shockwaves ripped through the air, shattering pillars and tearing apart tables. The magnificent banquet hall instantly turned into a battlefield.
Screams echoed everywhere.
“Ahhh!”
“Help!”
“Get back!”
Wine glasses shattered underfoot. Blood splashed onto marble floors. Noble ladies screamed and scrambled away as guards and lords charged into combat.
A noble was sent flying into a pillar, coughing blood as he collapsed.
Another was burned alive when a fire spell exploded at close range.
The smell of blood and scorched flesh filled the air.
Duke Longburn roared as he swung his sword, blocking a dark blade aimed at his chest.
“Where the hell do you think you are going?” he shouted.
The black-clad man grinned beneath his hood.
“I am going to your wife’s bedroom.”
Longburn’s eyes turned red.
“Bastard!” he roared. “Is this how you speak to a Duke?”
The man laughed mockingly.
“What do you mean, what?” he replied. “You know exactly where I am going, yet you are still shoving your weak ass here.”
“I am Master rank!” Longburn bellowed.
The man tilted his head slightly.
“So am I.”
BOOM!
Their weapons collided with a deafening crash. The impact sent cracks spreading across the floor beneath their feet.
The first clash seemed equal, but when they struck again, Duke Longburn’s body was dragged across the ground.
His boots scraped against shattered marble as he crashed into a broken pillar. His eyes widened in confusion.
“Come again!” he shouted, forcing himself upright.
He charged once more and swung his sword with all his strength. This time, his hands trembled the moment the blade met resistance. A strange weakness crawled up his arms, making his grip unsteady.
“Kekekek…”
A hoarse, mocking laugh escaped from the black-robed man.
“What happened?” the man sneered. “Feeling weak already?”
“Hahaha!”
Duke Longburn staggered back. His chest felt heavy, his breathing uneven. His mana, which usually flowed smoothly, felt sluggish, as if something inside him was being slowly drained.
“What’s going on?” he roared.
Panic crept into his eyes as he looked around.
He was not the only one.
All across the banquet hall, nobles were experiencing the same thing. Their movements slowed. Their spells lost precision. Their strength was fading with every breath.
The poisoned drinks.
Realization struck them like lightning.
“These sneaky rats,” someone cursed. “How despicable.”
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