Athanor Online: Monarch of War

The Monarch Of War

In screams, blood, and cries of pain. A figure whose power was subdued limply with a long black blade pierced his chest. His white hair was scattered irregularly, his body was so limp. He could not bear the pain in his stomach.

His eyes glanced downwards. He saw a demonic figure that was so violent that he slaughtered every army. His long sword pierced, bulldozed, slashing all of them. He had woken up from his sleep, a most violent, powerful, and cruel figure.

He was the incarnation of a nightmarish figure when Athanor's children were fast asleep. A fairy tale about a violent figure who fell asleep in a valley of the Abyss depths, quite scary and they use this fairy tale to scare every child not to sleep too late or go out too late.

But the fairy tale is real. The most ruthless demon figure slaughtered the god army all by himself. Even for her who was the figure chosen by the light, doubt could defeat her.

"What are you worried about, teacher Bright?."

An authoritative voice sounded in the teacher's ear as well as a Bright drip of light. Bright looked up at the demonic figure holding a long sword connected to his stomach. His figure was so different from his previous self. With a broken word Bright replied.

"Omen, you shouldn't have brought her here."

The devil's figure glanced downward looking at one, not the only creature stupefied in the Athanor side of Omen. The figure smiled slightly,

"How could I not win this war, Master Bright."

The figure smiled with satisfaction, but disappeared immediately when he saw the look of disappointment seen in the face of the teacher. The figure respects his teacher more than anything in the world, but differences in mindset and ideology separate them.

"I know you're disappointed to see me fall into this deep darkness, teacher Bright."

Hearing that made the teacher laugh. A shocking statement from the student, enough to make the teacher laugh in his testimony. Seeing that made the disciple speechless, it was rare for the teacher to laugh so loosely like this, leaving him confused as to what was funny about his statement.

"You're the best student I've ever had, Volkath." Pausing for a moment, the teacher coughed in blood. "Only is the path you chose right?, is the mess you made worth what you got?."

Volkath pondered for a moment, the guru's words touching his conscience. Although he had been eaten by the Dark Andura Stone, his heart was still a god. He paused for a moment, trying to digest what the teacher was trying to say.

Volkath's mind was complex and very difficult to read, even by the teacher. The ideas and ideas that Volkath conveyed were much different and very contrary to Archon himself. His mind that wants to be free from all the prison rules Archon who he thinks has deviated.

"Look down at Volkath." According to the teacher's words, he saw the god's army and his own were destroyed unceremoniously. "Look at how many lives are lost to your ideology, the Dark Andura Stone is very dangerous even to me."

Hearing that Volkath did not budge and remained steadfast with his ideology. The long sword was twice the size of his body, he was thrusting much deeper into the body of the teacher. Make Bright again feel the tremendous pain in his stomach.

Volkath's eyes burned with a desire to be free. Archon's constraints as well as an ambition of achieving true perfection and an ideal world, at least for himself.

"A change must be called a sacrifice." The Volkath cold.

The teacher tried to smile at the ambition of his best student. A strong ambition just like his old self, he was not much different from Volkath. They both have the ambition to take Athanor in a better direction. Their ideologies contradict each other.

It is like two sides of a coin. Bright chose to cooperate, uniting all races and kingdoms to form a peace.

While Volkath wanted to rule over Athanor, and make all races submit to him and make himself the only king, and when that happened there was no more war, no more enmity among the races. Forcing them to submit and obey in the name of fear itself.

"I'd like to see Athanor's face when it's in your hands, Volkath, but I know I'm just getting in the way of your goal." Bright said that even wise at the end of his life.

Along with that, Bright's fading body turned into light particles slowly. Volkath who saw it was silent, seeing the end of his teacher by his own hand.

"I'll see you to the end." His word.

Bright disappeared like a dim light. Volkath took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His long sword he sheathed, but before that. Volkath looked at the blade of his sword, no bloodstains in sight.

"You're a holy teacher, even when you're gone."

"Volkath, let's get the hell out of here before Omen gets the craze."

A violent voice rang out from the large winged creature. He was waiting for an answer from the leader and his friend. But he did not get an answer, he held Volkath's shoulder to wake him up. But a shocking incident was seen in his eyes.

"Volkath you..."

"A, Maloch. Let's get out of here."

Maloch saw a strong and strong figure like Volkath crying, Maloch very understanding because however Bright is an important figure for Volkath. The loss of a teacher certainly made Volkath's heart slashed.

But clearly a leader must not show his weakness in front of his men. Volkath immediately switched the conversation. He looked down at Omen who was getting more and more crazy.

Omen is a person who does not know friends or opponents. Not that he was a coward who ran away from the battlefield, but Omen was a figure that should not be touched. Volkath therefore chose not to deal with him.

Volkath called out to his horse and immediately left, along with Maloch who followed him from behind. Leaving Omen who was enjoying his own pleasure with the remaining god army.

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In a dark room illuminated by blue candles, a long red-haired figure awakens when he gets a dream from his past. He looked ahead, empty only the void he saw. Although he had struggled to take over Athanor from the clutches of the guru, it was only a failure that he got.

Even if he does not give up, something big must be a commensurate risk. The flapping of the wings again sounded, a winged demon figure with its huge body came through the giant door.

"Maloch, what's wrong with you coming here?." Say

"Must I not come here?, not as your aide but as your best friend?."

He smiled slightly, Maloch was very loyal to him. As a child they were both big together, getting to know each other far from what they imagined. Unlike him who had great magic talent, Maloch was extremely savage in physical strength.

Maloch took two wine glasses for him to enjoy with his best friend.

However

"GROA!."

Maloch was shocked, until he unconsciously dropped a glass filled with wine. His face looked panicked, his huge wings trembling when he heard that roar. That voice was not a voice of challenge let alone hostility. The sound was a warning to them

"Volkath..." His words were still the same as the worried and pale look of his face. "Nakroth?, No. It's Rodant." It's Rodant." Volkath

Both of them understood, the roar was aimed at whom. Not just them but the supreme entity that exists before Athanor. Again, not as a roar it is neither a challenge nor a hostility. Except warning.

For today is the day when the King of war shall rise again. Yes, the birth of Monarch Of War.

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Trivia: In addition to Volkath, Maloch is also quite disinclined with Nakroth. Because he's the only one who managed to tear off his left wing.

Author: Sorry for the update, I honestly have no inspiration for Zephys' fight against Errol. Therefore I love the background interlude the past important figure in this story, namely Volkath. And if you know, I confirm that this cheerful includes Fanfic so there will be a name equation or Lore from the Hero that I mentioned even if you play AOV. Well, whatever it is. Stay safe do not leave the house if it is not important and if forced to wear a mask and always obey health protocols!.

G'vunnya!.

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