Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 728

Capítulo 728: Who can capture the Intruder

Brother Shadow lifted his hand, and the darkness pooled at his feet rippled like oil.

From it, another shadow peeled itself upward—thin, crooked, and shrieking with the layered agony of a thousand trapped voices.

He didn’t even look at it when he issued the command.

“The Dragon Patriarch hid the Mother Womb before I arrived.”

His voice sharpened.

“Find it. Check every dragon in the world. His final act would’ve been to pass it to a caretaker. Search below the Veil if you must.”

He flicked his fingers dismissively.

“Just bring it to me.”

The shadow creature tilted its head backward and emitted a sound like a choir of dying ghosts—

and then it streaked off into the darkness.

Brother Shadow vanished soon after, slipping away like a fading dream

Hours Later, at the fall of Night

A soft pink glow descended from the sky, scattering petals of light across the ruined wasteland.

A woman landed gently on the broken stone, her gown made of falling cherry-blossom light.

Lady Radiance.

She stepped forward, touching the scorched earth where the Dragon Patriarch had perished. Tears slid down her cheeks, glowing faintly.

“You know,” she whispered, voice trembling, “you would have lived longer if you had just handed it to him. Now you have been reduced to a mere land spirit.”

The ground trembled in response.

A deep, hollow dragon voice murmured from the earth itself, faint and distant like something calling from the afterlife.

“I had a feeling this would happen. Don’t worry… I made preparations long before today.”

Suddenly—

a thin vertical line tore open in the air like a slit in reality.

Lady Radiance wiped her tears away, her expression turning emotionless.

Without hesitation, she stepped into the crack in space.

It sealed behind her instantly.

Meanwhile, in the Cardinal forbidden zone of pride, some to the elves. Something else was happening.

The Elven lands were disturbed again.

A shrill alarm reverberated through the forest.

Elves darted out of their high nests and hollowed trees, gathering in panic. They converged around the sacred Mother Tree.

It was clear that its ancient bark trembled with sorrow.

The reason?

Beneath its roots lay six bodies.

Two elders.

Four elite guards.

All of them were lifeless.

A crowd gathered—hushed, trembling, horrified.

The Regent arrived, accompanied by several elders. Elves immediately parted, bowing their heads as he approached.

He froze at the sight before him.

Another killing. Another violation. Another scar upon their already dwindling people.

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

“Again…”

“This intruder…”

“How many more…?”

Since the war, elven reproduction had fallen drastically—each child, each adult, each elder was a precious rarity.

Every death was a disaster. And in all honesty, this Regent was getting tired of it.

He looked around. The faces of the people were all filled with on thing.

Fear.

Who would be next?

After the killing at the border, there have been a total of three different deaths.

It was like this intruder was picking them like flies.

Even worse, his killing method had no clear direction. An old man today, a child the next day? It was all random.

And now, elders of the forest had fallen.

This did not mean they were weak. Elves had technological advancements in runes, and elemental energy that not even the virtuous families could compete with.

Even the trees acted as surveillance, and guards at as every dark corner as possible.

However, for some reason, their opponent eluded them like the web of a spider waiting for an insect.

The Regent was stating to really get frustrated by this.

Of course, they were times that they almost caught this person, but then they would evade them.

At such a time, Prince Aetherion, the first son, arrived in a swirl of emerald light, guards marching firmly behind him.

The gathered elves immediately bowed or lowered their heads, murmuring respectful greetings.

But Aetherion didn’t return the courtesy—his face was carved with frustration.

He had been on watch duty for days.

He had patrolled the borders personally.

He had doubled the guards, reinforced the wards, and employed detection spells.

And yet—

another six bodies.

And still no intruder captured. It was most frustrating for him because he had almost captured this person twice.

In fact, the last time, the person had had barely escaped, in a pool of blood no less.

Prince Aetherion’s jaw tightened.

Then another figure approached from the back of the crowd.

Thin. Small-framed.

Glasses glinting softly under the glow of the Mother Tree’s light.

Prince Silmarien.

Unlike Aetherion, few moved aside for him—many didn’t even bother.

But he slid through gaps with practiced calm, crouching beside one of the corpses.

He adjusted his glasses, examined a wound, checked the angle, inspected the earth, then sighed.

He stood and faced his half brother.

“Aetherion,” he said plainly, “this is all your fault. If you had listened to me when I said not to use violence, we would not have arrived at this outcome.”

Aetherion jerked backward in disbelief.

“My fault?” he repeated, anger sparking.

“You spineless worm. An intruder raises his hands against our people—kills them—and you expect me to sit still?”

He grabbed Silmarien by the shirt and dragged him closer.

“I was this close to catching him last time!” he snarled, shaking him.

“Or are you doubting my capabilities?”

Silmarien calmly adjusted his sliding glasses with one finger, completely unfazed.

“I am not doubting your capabilities,” he said smoothly.

“But your incompetence…” He gestured to the corpses.

“—is very clear.”

Aetherion didn’t hesitate.

He struck him.

The punch sent Silmarien sprawling across the roots of the Mother Tree.

The Regent stepped forward urgently.

“Enough! Both of you!” he barked.

“Our people lie dead, and the two princes—our future—are quarreling like children! This is not the way to resolve this!”

Silmarien rose slowly, wiping blood from his lips.

But instead of looking cowed…

he smiled.

A cold, calculating smile.

“But this,” he said softly, “is precisely the way the God King intended.”

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

Then Silmarien lifted his chin, eyes sharp behind his glasses.

“Aetherion,” he declared,

“I challenge you for the inheritance of the throne.”

Gasps erupted from all directions.

Even the Regent froze—he had known Silmarien since childhood and had never seen the boy this bold, this forward, this… dangerous.

Aetherion laughed.

A deep, mocking laugh.

“Look at you,” he sneered.

“You skinny little thing. Never trained a day in combat. And you think you can challenge me and win?”

His elemental aura exploded outward, shaking the roots, the ground, even the leaves of the Mother Tree.

Silmarien nodded without fear.

“Oh, I think I can. Especially because the wager…”

He raised a finger.

“…will be based on who can capture the intruder.”

The entire gathering fell silent.