The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 172

Kael burst through the shattered wall, the old stones crumbling like dry leaves behind him.

Dust and smoke trailed from his body as he landed on the rough ground outside, clutching the stolen briefcase tightly under one arm which he put in the storage ring in the mid air.

The cold air sliced across his skin, but the heat of adrenaline burned hotter in his veins. For a moment, the world stood still. Then an uproar began shaking the place.

Shouts followed by screams echoed.Orders barked in the chaos.

"There he is!"

"STOP HIM!"

"DON’T LET HIM ESCAPE!"

Without hesitation, Kael bolted down the alley, his boots hammering against the stone pavement. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

His black cloak streamed behind him, blood from his grazed side dripping onto the ground.

Behind him, Mira’s cold voice sliced through the rising panic like a whip.

"Shoot him down! No mercy!"

"INTRUDERS!"

"SHOOOT!’’

The area Kael jumped was quite open.Soon huge flashlights were pinned onto him, which made him curse.

"FUCKKKK!"

He thought he would mix among the crowd. With such a get-up up who can find him out, alas...

"Now this is troublesome...."Kael muttered roughly, though there was still a smile on his face.

’If that bitch hadn’t found me out, I would be safe..’

He concluded, but this also created a question.

How did she find out?

Kael was pretty much confident in his mana disguising ability. He looked around as guards gathered up and started to move.

What followed him was the first hail of bullets that tore through the night.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The shots slammed into walls, ripped chunks from the stone, and sent shards flying around him. Kael weaved between the flying metal, his movements sharp and instinctive, yet not perfect. A bullet ripped across his ribs, and pain exploded through his body.

Another one tour across the shoulder.

"FUUUUCK!" he screamed, his voice raw and furious.

The agony almost made him stumble, but madness and rage pulled him forward. Blood soaked through his shirt, but Kael only grinned like a lunatic, eyes wide with a kind of wild joy.

’Goddamn...Bullets are faster than my eyes...What the actual FUCK! ’

’If I was alive during the time of its creation I would have beaten the guy who thought this shit was a good idea!’ he raged inwardly, sprinting faster as more shots cracked the air.

Several men broke off from the main group, chasing him hard.

Two closed in fast, one from the left and one from the right, trying to trap him.

It was only then that Kael noted that not everyone had rifles, except a few.

"This is good."

Kael didn’t slow down. With a growl, he spun, his leg snapping out like a whip. His boot smashed into one man’s chest, sending him flying backward with a choked scream. Before the second could react, Kael drove his elbow into the man’s throat, dropping him like a stone.

"Outta my way, worms!" Kael snarled, his voice pure venom.

More men screamed behind him. He could hear the hammering of boots, the clatter of magazines being slammed into rifles.

BANG!BANG!BANG!

Bullets screamed past his ears again, but he was already moving, using the chaos as cover. He picked up bodies and used them as shields.

The firepower wasn’t enough to shred through the huna.

He darted into another alley, ripped off his bloodied cloak and disguise mid-sprint, tossing them into a trash pile. His real clothes underneath — tight black battle gear lined with mana runes — shimmered faintly under the moonlight.

Without the disguise weighing him down, Kael moved like a demon unleashed. He crossed an open square at breakneck speed, men pouring in from every side. Dozens of them. Guns raised.

More screams.

More orders.

"TAKE HIM DOWN!"

"FIRE EVERYTHING!"

The gunshots became a deafening storm.

Kael snarled, his mad grin growing wider. He yanked the black sword strapped across his back — the moment it left the sheath, it hummed with raw energy.

Mana crackled around him, a deep red aura surging from his body.

He swung the blade once — a heavy horizontal slash.

BOOOOOOOM!

A shockwave blasted outward, the very air rippling like water.

The ground cracked beneath his feet. The nearest soldiers were thrown off their feet, their screams lost in the roar of the explosion.

"HEXAGRAMM!"

SWISSHHH

A large area of distortion radiated from him.

Bullets flew at him, but the mana ripples distorted their paths — some missed entirely, others were slowed just enough for Kael to twist and dodge them with insane reflexes.

He dashed forward through the chaos, blade flashing in wide arcs. Each slash sent out another ripple of force, blasting aside those who dared to stand in his way.

"HE’S A MONSTER!" someone screamed.

"RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" another voice shrieked.

But others kept firing, desperate, blind with fear.

More bullets zipped through the chaos, one stuck Kael’s arm, and another nicked his shoulder.

He hissed through his teeth, blood dripping, but he didn’t stop. He was a force of pure madness now, a storm of violence. As long as he was aware of the vitality, it was good.

He cut down another man with a single brutal slash, his sword trailing sparks of mana in the air.

Another soldier charged him with a bayonet.

Kael sidestepped at the last second, grabbed the man by the helmet, and smashed his face into the wall so hard the helmet cracked like an egg.

The crowd thinned, either dead, unconscious, or too terrified to fight.

"Aim for the head, bastard!"One of them screamed.

"Head...Just how the hell can I aim when that guy is moving here and there?"

"Sometimes jumping like a monkey, while sometimes using others as shields and then using cover."

"DAMN!"

"He is making good use of the surroundings...What an impressive...BANG!"

He was kicked away by his partner, who roared.

"Stop praising him, asshole...."Though he said this, he was amazed.

If everyone fired at once, he would drag bodies and then create a mana blast to create mana explosions that reflect the bullet, while those who sneaked attacks, the shot deviated from the actual trajectory.

This was really impressive, but they didn’t have the leeway to admire it.

The guards tried to follow their head, but soon found him disappearing from the spot.

This left them confused.

The guy was just there a moment ago, but now...

At that time, a shout.

"He is moving towards the port."

.....

Kael ran onward, dragging a corpse filled with holes, which he wrapped around his shoulder.

He then leapt over crates, smashing through broken fences. His side screamed with pain because with every movement, a fresh wound was reopening, but he laughed like a mad, broken laugh full of bloodlust and adrenaline.

Finally, up ahead, he spotted it — an abandoned transport cart left open near a cracked warehouse.

The cart was over the rails that led to the docks.

Kael’s eyes widened as he couldn’t make sense of why such a thing was used in the tunnel was there.

"Maybe such a thing can be used here. I am just an idiot, not knowing why."

Without hesitation, he sprinted toward it, gunfire still snapping at his heels.

At the moment few more men tried to block his way, aiming pistols at his head.

Kael didn’t slow. He raised his sword, mana pulsing brighter now, and slashed the air vertically.

WHUUUUUMMMMMM!!

A vertical blast erupted forward, like a blade of pure force. A huge arc of crimson sword rose and struck down the guy who tried to shoot.

BOOOM!

The two men were hurled backward with bone-crushing force, smashing into a concrete pillar with wet, sickening thuds.

Kael didn’t even glance at them.

He sprinted the last few meters, leapt up, and dove straight into the middle of the transport vehicle.

At the end, there were large crates while the other side was empty. Kael clicked the crates to make them stand as walls.

Then he grabbed the rail and started pumping it.

SCREECH!

A rusty metallic sound echoed.

BANG!BANG!

More bullets smashed into the metal frame, pinging off like mad hail. One ripped through the thin door behind him, narrowly missing his head.

"YOU FUCKERS WANT ME DEAD SO BAD, HUH?!" Kael roared, half laughing, half screaming.

He slammed his foot onto the rail bar. The old wheel emitted a screeching sound before rolling towards the doc.

He yanked the bar furiously. The vehicle spun, speeding across the rusty rails.

Behind him, soldiers poured into the open space, firing uselessly after him as they saw the small pedal train going away. They decided to let guards in the port handle it.

Kael didn’t look back.

Blood dripping down his face, ribs aching, mind a whirlwind of rage and glee, he drove into the night like a demon.

The crates sat beside him, vibrating slightly from the rough ride.

He chuckled darkly under his breath, one hand wiping the blood from his mouth.

"This night’s just gettin’ started, bitches..." he muttered, eyes gleaming with madness as speed through the place nearing the port.

He looked ahead and saw a huge trailing ship. Unlike the docks filled with things, it was quite empty.

Seeing this, his expression turned grim.

"Now this might pose a problem if they come after me with guns. "