Chapter 220: Swan Song, Part 4

The King lunged forward, charging his magic in order to ensure a quick kill. The Magician would push himself back and prepare to defend himself, staring towards his deck and the hands that were enhanced by such magic. "Okay....Let's see if I can pull this off. The last time I did this, I asked my deck for stuff in specific. I can't say it out loud, because he would probably know what I'm gonna get and plan ahead, or worse, the guy watching over us would just make him immune to that specific spell. I need to gather as MANY spells as possible to wear the guy down." He'd think to himself, already preparing a card to cast. Once casted, his body became more stiff, a sign that Malak picked up immediately.

To ensure his strike would hit, he'd convert his magic to a different part of his body, using his swung arm and balled fist to deliver a feint, before raising and landing a direct kick across the man's stomach. Once he did that, the King would then launch another kick, aiming for one of Harvard's arms to rip it clean off from its socket, followed by a roundhouse kick straight in the Magician's temple, piercing straight through his skull and slamming his attack at his Parental Lobe, ripping a sizeable chunk of his brain as he'd launch the brat away from the Serpent's body. As he did so, however, he braced for himself. He recognized that this wasn't enough. His blood became a blackened oil, his brain now nothing but wires and a malleable material to survive any blows, his skull made out of solid, stainless steel. As he delivered the kick, Harvard would take advantage and grip the man's leg, casting another spell and implanting seals directly on it, as well as a virus. The King can immediately feel its effects, watching his appendage slowly corroding into dust. His aim was simple.

Like what Heracles did to the Hydra, Harvard plans on removing the limb and sealing its stump clean off.

RRRRRRRIP!!

His leg was torn off like it was made out of paper, barely any strength was needed in such a moment. The virus quickly spread towards the stump and infected his bones and muscles on that area, ensuring that anything newly grown would be quickly infected, and just as weak, if not more so, than his previous limb. Harvard then used the leg as a personal weapon, swinging and swatting at the King like it was a sword, forcing the Mad Tyrant to block with his arms, running him the risk of being infected further. He can see the clouds forming atop the sky, recognizing it was going to try and cheat a way out of the situation. Malak, however, had an idea, charging his arms with his Spiral Magic and aimed for the slender body of the serpent itself.

SHIKK!!

A Cut. A Gash. A Solid, clean swipe that would quickly cause it to bleed and scatter it around the air, the screams of Apep being prevalent, making Harvard try and cast a spell to heal the wound. Malak, however, would scoop up some of the viscous fluid and planted it firmly on his stump, grunting as he quickly felt its heat. Because of the Fusion between Inti and Apep, he was forced to burn himself, due to such blood carrying the heat of the mighty sun from one of its components. Because of this, However, he is capable of burning away the virus itself and cleansing his body, as well as letting it stick thanks to the Serpent's magic, acting as a medical solution for himself to continue fighting and prepare to regrow his missing limb with no trouble. The Magician was quick in trying to heal his allies wounds, leaving him wide open for an attack. In preparation, He would cast a Barrier to protect himself, yet he was met with a sly grin from the King himself.

BANG!!!

The King would push for an offense, charging his magic once more and delivering a blow directly at the Barrier, aiming to break it and aim towards Harvard himself. "Have you learned nothing, brat?! Or did my last attack gave you a hemorrhage and made you forget what comes after-" His words were bolstered, yet were quickly cut off, as Harvard would showcase to the King a new spell, his blank card now beginning to materialize with a new effect. Its artwork was striking, depicting a cluster of souls blocking an attack. The King recognized Harvard's true plan, watching it being casted, the area being wafted in ethereal smoke. Familiar faces flew across the snake, faces that the Tyrant recognized. As he dished his attack out, the faces convulsed and served as a second layer, using the spirits to defend Harvard and the Barrier itself.

"Hey! Not my fault you got special treatment from your author. I'm just making sure to catch up!" A cheeky grin was plastered on his face, as another two cards were made, more specifically being two monsters: Judge and Jury. Using a new spell, which depicts the very souls of the dead being fuel, once the barrier itself was disabled after Harvard healed his ally, he utilized those souls as a cost to summon such new creatures, as well as having one of them scale to the beast in order to fend off the Tyrant: Miyashi himself. The King scoffed at such a monster, already trying to close in and strike at the Samurai without hesitation, using one of his hands to grab at the blade and pumping such magic to try and snap it in half, whilst using his other arm to strike at its jaw.

What he didn't expect, however, was that Miyashi was prepared, as the Samurai ducked and pulled back the sword, before curving it and slashing across his abdomen, his legs bent in order to carve as much as he could. Malak would be forced to use his magic on his body to curve around and dodge the slash, yet with such close distance, it was near impossible. He braced for impact as the cut was made.

SHIKK!!!