Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem Chapter 418: [Fracture of the Mad]

I gripped the harpoon made from highly pressurized water tightly. It allowed its caster to do so, it did not damage my palm at all in the process. I then took a running start across the heavily damaged ground and hurled it with all the force I could muster. The weapon soared through the air, growing as it flew - thickening, extending, until it resembled a colossal javelin fit for a mythical titan, hence its name. I loved how it started as a human-sized spear so that I could handle it properly, but once I released it, it would rapidly transform into such destructive proportions.

Blackjack's single eye widened at the sight, and a scream tore itself free from his throat - a sound that was made up of equal parts terror and exhilaration. It echoed above the havoc caused by the tsunami which was rapidly losing its strength. His scream was a manic war cry that perfectly encapsulated his fractured state of mind. He was both terrified and excited at the same time.

But even in the face of such a threat, he wasn't ready to yield. He yelled with a guttural cry, "[Fracture of the Mad]!"

Dark red energy erupted around him as he swung his blade in a mighty arc. The motion seemed reckless, chaotic - but there was a strange sense of precision behind it, a calculated method that allowed him to harvest every ounce of benefits he could from his madness. His saber connected with the titanic harpoon and for a few seconds the two forces wrestled for supremacy as both used the other's momentum to hang in the air longer than they had any right to. "Haaargh!!!" With a mighty shout, Blackjack came out victorious from the exchange as he managed to redirect my spell which flew into the valley outside his territories.

However, Blackjack did not e out of achieving such an amazing feat unscathed. The force behind his own exerted power sent him flying back toward the ground, where he landed in the form of a loud, painful crash.

I would not look down on him or his organization again, so I readied a brutal spell I intended to finish the job with, but just as I began to cast a message reached my mind.

One of Kaelira's elven rangers' worried voice rang in my head. I asked in as calm of a tone as I could conjure, knowing full well that if she starts to panic I will not gain any important information before it's too late. Find more to read at empire