The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 301: Bad news

Smoke and ash filled the air. They tried to keep the sorcerers under control, and it was working. Since they expected this attack. Under the command of two of the best generals in the entire Darconia, the attack was being contained.

A tall figure stood in the flames, his sword dripping with blood, and he looked nothing far from a demon from hell. An attack came towards him but instantly got neutralized as soon as it came in range of him.

"He is a monster," a sorcerer gasped, their attack was not working against Cedric. They knew he was strong but not this strong. The leader of the group had recognized Cedric as a major threat and decided to take him on personally with a group of skilled mages to prevent Cedric from affecting their coordinated attack.

They miscalculated, there was no way they could contain a monster. "We are losing ground," one of the subordinates informed him. "From the reports we have already lost men."

"I know, what is going on?" The leader’s eyes went wide in shock seeing how their strategy was crumbling. "We need to retreat," he said as a matter of fact.

The sorcerers prepared to retreat, but something felt weird; a chill came behind the leader’s back. "It is rude to turn your back on your target." They heard the devil say, and the leader’s eyes went wide. He was in a stage of panic and forgot that Cedric was gaining on them.

How did he get so close? There was a large distance between them it was impossible to cover it in a matter of seconds. "How did you get here so fast?!" His eyes popped out, dread washing over him. The leader didn’t even get an answer because what happened next was horror.

A scream echoed; the sorcerer beside him, head was swiftly cut off in a single swing of Cedric’s sword. "You aren’t that tough," Cedric chimed, after cutting down the person like paper. The leader used all his strength to send a blast at Cedric while trying to escape; he didn’t have to shout the command. The other had started to flee. "RETREAT!!!"

Only if Cedric would make things that easy for them. The blast went off, and not even a scratch appeared on Cedric. The sorcerers started to run. "That was nothing," the first prince shrugged then he glanced at the sorcerers fleeing for their lives in terror

Elias appeared before the prince. "The situation is under control on Lucian’s side and everyone has been evacuated." He informed Cedric. The prince didn’t reply but went straight to attack the next sorcerer. They were powerful mages but that meant nothing to him.

The leader was in horror seeing his men fall effortlessly; Elias sighed, chasing after Cedric. "Please don’t kill them all, Your Highness. We need witnesses." He informed Cedric. He didn’t need to scream because he was certain Cedric heard him.

"Don’t tell me what to do. I know already. We just need only one survivor." The prince calmly stated, his eyes counting the sorcerers; there were just 4 left, and his guts told him the one with a red hood was the leader.

They were on a towel; the sorcerer had planned to flee using this route after seeing how at a disadvantage they were, but Cedric tracked them. Seeing that their attacks were not working they gave up on attacking directly and focused on creating diversions to enable their escape.

"Focus on the wall, we need to retreat." The leader warned, and they did as instructed, blasting the walls, but it was futile. The screams continued around the leader he didn’t know where Cedric was coming from because of the smoke from the debris.

It gave Cedric an advantage. The sorcerers kept on falling, and the screams settled. The leader walked backwards until his back struck a wall. Was everyone dead? He wondered.

Their mistake was thinking Cedric was the only threat while they were focused on Prince, Elias, who had mastered shadow walking attacked from the dark, taking down some of the sorcerers.

Now the leader was the only one left, he gritted his teeth and positioned to launch an attack as soon as someone appeared from the thick smoke screen. The feeling of death came closer, and something flew so fast towards him he could not avoid it.

It was a bare stone, but the force from it was so strong it crushed his leg in a single strike. An agonizing scream left his lips as he fell to his knees, unable to stand. He wasn’t going to give up, he had to escape. He tried to move, but it was too late. A sword was already at his neck. "It’s over." He heard the cold voice say. He slowly stared back at the dead gold eyes.

"You don’t belong in this world," the leader’s voice drew; next, another scream echoed. Elias had appeared to cut off his legs. The leader wanted to perform a suicidal spell, but Cedric read through him, crushing his hand. "There is no escape," that was the last thing he heard before he was knocked unconscious.

Cedric drew back his sword, "handle the rest." He instructed Elias. Then, turned away to leave, standing on the high wall, he looked at the remains of the battle. It was over already. The rest can be handled by the knights. It was time he left.

A cold chill crossed the prince, and with a sudden sharp pain in his heart, he didn’t understand where it came from. Something was wrong. "Goodbye," he heard the wind whisper, which left him puzzled.

Without thinking twice, Cedric used the cover of the smoke to teleport from the tower to the square entrance. He had a strange gut feeling. As he walked out of the square intending to find midnight. Fast-approaching footsteps caught his attention; he glanced over, recognizing one of his knights running in his direction and one person who stood out: Abrielle’s coachman.

"We have dire news, Your Highness," the knight screamed from a distance. Cedric didn’t need to reply when the coachman screamed after. "The Princess’s Carriage is being attacked by assassins." He froze, with an abnormal chill taking over