Chapter 38: Uproar

Ramose's dark eyes glowed with adoration as he looked at Versailles serpentine form, reminiscing about the events from 18 years ago. That image was branded in the deepest part of his heart and soul.

Eyes reddening, he growled ferociously towards the dull red sky, transforming into his wolf form, before turning on the three clan leaders, his sinister dark eyes sending shivers throughout their bodies.

The Flying Eagles clan leader lost his cool at the werewolf king's blatant disregard of their position. Their clan already had a centuries-long feud with the Snake clan. And here was a werewolf king who was over his head with arrogance, challenging three clan leaders of the six supreme all on his own for a slippery snake!

Furious, he transformed into a giant eagle, sweeping viciously onto the lunging werewolf without hesitation. Instantly, the two entangled in a battle of claws and fangs and beaks, their growls and screeches reverberating in the entire stadium.

"Hisss!"

Versailles was rampantly swinging her huge golden tail as she ruthlessly flung two attacking vampires into the black flame walls. Violet-gold glowing eyes peered down at the small figures below her huge serpentine form, her forked tongue slithering out of her mouth as she viciously hissed.

"Drawback! No Bloodsucking clan member will participate in this scuffle." Luke immediately hollered when more vampires were about to enter the brawl.

Instantly the vampires drew back, standing beside the supreme elder as they watched.

The races scattered, forming a ring around her large serpentine figure as they wielded their weapons in battle stances. Claws, spears, hammers, and arrows glinted under the dull red sky, their sharp edge violently gusting thick murderous intent in the open stadium.

Roar!

Roar!

Grrr!

Tweeek!

Roars and growls echoed in tangent, creating a sonorous melody of rage and bloodlust.

The races felt offended. Being openly challenged was one thing, but being humiliatingly challenged to a one against all death duel was scorning them. They wanted to wash away such shame with the serpentine's blood.

Swinging their weapons, they dashed at the snake, slashing, sweeping, and plunging at her long golden scaled tail.

Clank!

Clank!

Boom!

The beasts unrestrainedly attacked, their weapons and claws repeatedly clashing against the snake scales that appeared to be harder than steel. Clangs and booms echoed rang out, rising red dust from the ground and black rubble flying through the air.

Clank!

Boom!

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Another spear and arrow struck her tail, as she violently bashed a giant swinging a hammer at her into the ground, blood and mangled flesh marking his end.

Turning, she swung her tail in the direction of the spear and arrow, sending their owners flying through the air and smashing onto the stone steps. Blood sprayed in stream before they fell, passing out.

The wild creatures, whose anger had now cooled, started slowly backing away from the mad serpentine as they regained their senses. The many injured races laying around them did nothing to lessen the creeping fear that had now taken over their hearts.

Were they out of their minds? They actually dared to attack a member of one of the six supreme clans and the werewolf's mate in their blind rage. Not to mention the fact that the serpentine was out of their league, just by openly offending the wolf king's mate, they were asking to be killed!

Unconsciously, they glanced in the werewolf king's direction, trembling with trepidation. The scene they saw had them gaping in astonishment.

The werewolves and serpentines faced the demons, devils, and eagles together, their coordination and cooperation in sync and flawless as if they were long-lost comrades in arms. The snakes swept the field with their tails as the wolves lunged and slashed at the fallen opponents.

On the side were spectating vampires who immediately withdrew from the fight on the order of their supreme elder.

The Snake Queen was facing the supreme elder, standing in his path to prevent him from interfering in the ongoing skirmish. However, her action seemed to be unnecessary as the supreme elder only silently stood in his spot, his gaze glued onto the figure of the raging serpentine.

But what caused their astonishment and shock was not the snake queen and the supreme elder's inaction. It was the werewolf king and the three leaders of the six supreme clans.

The werewolf was entangled in a fierce battle with the eagle king, demon queen, and devil king all on his own, and yet, they came out in a draw. The eagle was pinned under the wolf's front left paw, as his right paw gripped onto the neck of the demon queen, while his razor teeth were sunk into the devil king's neck.

Simultaneously, a single thought flashed through the minds of the races, shaking their core.

'King of all kings, Great King!'

And with it followed the image of the last Great King, who just happened to be from the Werewolf clan as well.

Without hesitation, all the creatures dropped their weapons onto the ground, falling on their knees in reverence. Raising their fists, they slapped their thighs as they shouted in excitement.

"Great King! Great King! Great King! Great King!!!"

In the Nar realm, survival of the fittest was the supreme law, which was followed by the law of there being no laws. The last was power, strength.

The fittest could only survive if they had the power and strength to fight for their survival. And in a realm ruled by the strongest fist, there were no laws. Only absolute power and strength reigned supreme.

And the king of all kings, the Great King was the very personification of that power.

The cheers of the crowd grew louder and louder as it boomed through the stadium.

Versailles, who was now back in her human form, leisurely walked back to the six clan leaders area, sweeping her gaze over the deafening races, supreme elder and Queen Nakee, and stopped on the face-off between the five clans.

Seeing the serpentines and wolves were in good condition, she unconsciously relaxed. Clasping her hands behind her back, her gaze returned back to the crowd again.

"So, what is your choice?" She repeated again, only this time, her natural soft voice resounded like a drum in their ears and hearts.

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