The duke’s shrieks grated like a screeching iron gate. He shakily got to his feet and bellowed, “Guards! Guards! Take this— Ugh!” Riftan strode over and kicked the duke in the stomach. The duke collapsed back onto the floor, his face turning blue. He choked on the blood and vomit that poured out of his mouth. Maxi watched in stunned silence. It was unimaginable that the tyrant who had dominated her entire life could be so weak and helpless. Riftan lifted the writhing duke by the neck and slammed him against the wall. The impact made the old man’s body flail like a broken doll. Crushing the duke’s head against the wall, Riftan muttered flatly, “Why are you causing such a scene? Surely you could have a hierarch heal you as well, no?” “Uhhhh…” The duke flailed his long legs. His face was blue with shock and fear. Having never suffered such pain in his life, he whimpered and frantically tried to free himself. He thrashed and clawed at Riftan’s armored forearm. Riftan did not budge. Gazing at the duke as though he were nothing but a squirming insect, Riftan raised his fist. At that moment, someone came rushing into the room. “Commander!” Elliot and Ursuline, both dressed in black robes, rushed to Riftan’s side. When they tried to pull him away, Riftan’s previously emotionless face contorted viciously. “Get your hands off me!” “Think, Commander! Even you won’t be pardoned—” Riftan shoved them away without much effort. He then hoisted the crawling duke back up and swung his fist. The blow crushed the duke’s jaw like clay, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Riftan raised his fist once more, not caring that the duke’s head now slumped back. Elliot flung himself at Riftan and barely managed to stop another blow. “Commander! You’ll kill him! A serious strike from you will kill him instantly!”
The duke’s shrieks grated like a screeching iron gate.
He shakily got to his feet and bellowed, “Guards! Guards! Take this— Ugh!”
Riftan strode over and kicked the duke in the stomach. The duke collapsed back onto the floor, his face turning blue. He choked on the blood and vomit that poured out of his mouth.
Maxi watched in stunned silence. It was unimaginable that the tyrant who had dominated her entire life could be so weak and helpless.
Riftan lifted the writhing duke by the neck and slammed him against the wall. The impact made the old man’s body flail like a broken doll.
Crushing the duke’s head against the wall, Riftan muttered flatly, “Why are you causing such a scene? Surely you could have a hierarch heal you as well, no?”
“Uhhhh…”
The duke flailed his long legs. His face was blue with shock and fear. Having never suffered such pain in his life, he whimpered and frantically tried to free himself. He thrashed and clawed at Riftan’s armored forearm.
Riftan did not budge. Gazing at the duke as though he were nothing but a squirming insect, Riftan raised his fist.
At that moment, someone came rushing into the room.
“Commander!”
Elliot and Ursuline, both dressed in black robes, rushed to Riftan’s side. When they tried to pull him away, Riftan’s previously emotionless face contorted viciously.
“Get your hands off me!”
“Think, Commander! Even you won’t be pardoned—”
Riftan shoved them away without much effort. He then hoisted the crawling duke back up and swung his fist.
The blow crushed the duke’s jaw like clay, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Riftan raised his fist once more, not caring that the duke’s head now slumped back. Elliot flung himself at Riftan and barely managed to stop another blow.
“Commander! You’ll kill him! A serious strike from you will kill him instantly!”