The Prince of Heaven's Gate - Last Stand At World's End

Gerhart could feel himself getting dizzy because Kinslayer required a lot of his blood in order to activate. That also meant that he needed to end the battle as soon as he could, or else he would faint due to loss of blood.

Taking a fighting stance in mid-air, Gerhart pointed the tip of the dagger towards the Elven Prince who was glaring back at him.

“Sigil of Wind,” Gerhart said softly as he imbued his entire body with the power of the Wind Element.

“Blood Rage.”

The blade in Gerhart’s hands glowed eerily as red mists rose up from its blade.

“Blood Rite.”

The sharp spikes that had dug deep into his palms grew longer, piercing right through the skin in his hands, drawing more blood as it increased the potency of Gerhart’s final blow.

“Blood Mist.”

This time, red mist rose from Gerhart’s entire body, making him look like a red Demon that was out to seek vengeance.

“Life Break!” Gerhart roared as he descended towards the ground like a red comet, trailing a deadly red trail in its wake.

Seeing the red comet descending towards the ground. Judge Dredd knew that even he, a Ranker, was in grave danger.

“Get me out of here!” Judge Dredd’s voice spread in the surroundings. “I don’t want to die!”

Immediately, one of the Mages forcefully teleported the referee outside of the arena as per his request.

Enlil, who was the target of Gerhart’s attack, took out his own Ornamental Dagger and stabbed his chest where his heart was located, drawing blood.

“Mark my words, I will hunt you down!” Enlil pledged as blood flowed out from his body. “This isn’t over!”

Enlil’s body was immediately covered with a red light, before it disappeared completely from existence. He didn’t ask to be teleported away by the Mage because Kinslayer would attack its target without fail as long as it was within a mile-wide radius.

Since Gerhart had designated him as a target, he needed to get as far away as he could in order to prevent himself from losing his life. The ornamental dagger he used was a life-saving item that would teleport him back to the Elven Capital back in the Elswyth Kingdom.

Just like Kinslayer, the ornamental dagger that Enlil used required his Heart’s Blood, in order to fully activate.

A second later, a red comet descended on the place where Enlil was standing and exploded.

“Brace!” Bruno shouted as he raised his hands to reinforce the barrier.

The other mages also did the same, and cast layer upon layer of barriers around the arena.

One by one, these barriers broke apart, proving how strong Gerhart’s kamikaze attack was. In the end, Alexander was forced to take action as he, along with the other high-rankers, personally ensured the safety of the people.

Red flames that seemed to devour everything could be seen through the transparent shield that Alexander had summoned to contain the destructive power of Gerhart’s attack.

This was no longer an attack that belonged to an Apostle Grade warrior. It was an attack that was capable of killing a high-ranker.

Five minutes later, the flames subsided.

When the barrier was removed, the arena was no more, and a giant crater that was dozens of meters deep appeared in front of everyone.

At the center of it, a person, who looked like a dried up husk while holding a dagger in his hand, could be seen.

“Take him to the Intensive Care Facility,” Alexander ordered. “Alicia, make sure to place High-Rankers to guard the boy. He cannot be killed on the grounds of the Academy.”

“Yes, Sir,” Alicia nodded as she contacted the High-Rankers of Barbatos Academy to take Gerhart into custody. This matter was an issue between Gerhart and the Elven Royal Family, and Barbatos Academy had no interest in involving themselves in their dispute.

After the Rankers had taken custody of Gerhart, who was still holding Kinslayer firmly in his hand, an announcement was made by the Academy.

The next match would be moved the next day, so they had time to repair the damages that were caused by the battle between the two warriors.

The audience left the arena with disappointed looks on their faces. Even so, they understood that the next match couldn’t be held with the current state of the Coliseum.

However, as soon as they left the venue, word spread about the exciting battles that had happened during the first day, which instantly sparked the interest of those who hadn’t watched the battles in the arena.

Although Lux’s and the Boar’s battles were overshadowed by Gerhart’s suicide attack, their names were still mentioned from time to time, especially Lux who had also defeated one of the Kings in the tournament.

Although Enlil didn’t experience a crushing defeat, he was forced to teleport away from the arena. A loss was still a loss. Gerhart had staked his life to take the Elven Prince’s life, and the latter chose to preserve his life, rather than risk it to fight the Half-Breed he hated with every fiber of his being.

Now that two of the Kings had been defeated, the invincibility they projected towards the younger generation had shattered. The awe and respect vanished, and all that remained was a shadow of their former glory.

If they were mentioned and talked about in reverence in the past, they were now treated as common prodigies who were slightly better than most.

This new realization of the masses made the two remaining Kings, as well as the Five Overlords, feel like their reputation had been tarnished.

Even so, they couldn’t refute the fact that Einar was defeated by the chubby teenager, My Daddy, and Gerhart had unleashed an attack that was capable of killing even a High-Ranker, forcing Enlil to escape.

With two losses under their belt, the prestige that had been built around their identities, had crumbled just like a sand castle that was swept away by a wave, forcing everything to revert to how it once was.