The Villains Must Win-Chapter 94: Valerian Cross 14

Regor’s snarl deepened, his patience snapping like a dry twig. His massive body tensed, claws flexing, muscles rippling beneath his thick fur. And then—

He lunged.

A blur of raw power and unrelenting fury, the ground cracked beneath his launch as he shot toward Evelyn like a living missile. The air howled with his speed, his massive claws gleaming under the moonlight, poised to tear through flesh and bone.

Yet Evelyn . . .

Didn’t even flinch.

She stood there, arms crossed, head tilted in mild curiosity, as if watching an overgrown dog throwing a tantrum.

Valerian, however, moved.

Faster than instinct, faster than thought, he was already between them, his sword flashing as steel met claw. The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, dust exploding around them as Valerian gritted his teeth, digging his heels into the ground to withstand the monstrous force.

Regor recoiled slightly, eyes narrowing at the interference.

"Fuck off, human," he growled, voice dripping with primal rage. "Or I’ll shred you to pieces."

Valerian exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. His grip on his sword tightened, the steel glinting in the moonlight. "I can’t let you harm her," he said, eyes locked onto the Lycan. "I still have use for her."

Evelyn blinked. "Oh? That’s almost sweet—"

"Shut up."

Regor’s lip curled into a wicked grin. "So be it." His fangs gleamed in the dark. "I’ll just shred you both to pieces instead."

Then he attacked.

Faster than before, his claws lashed out in a whirlwind of death, each strike powerful enough to cleave through steel. Valerian barely dodged, sidestepping as the razor-sharp claws tore through the air where he had stood a second ago. Sparks flew as he parried, his muscles screaming under the sheer force behind each clash.

Regor’s strength was unreal.

But Valerian wasn’t just any human, he was the leader of CROSS.

He whispered something under his breath—low, deep, ancient words that crackled with energy.

His sword ignited.

Holy runes flared to life along the blade’s length, glowing like molten gold, pulsing with power. The very air hummed with the enchantment’s might.

Regor’s smirk faltered.

Valerian struck.

The blade carved into the Lycan’s flesh, burning through his tough hide like a heated brand. Regor howled in pain, stumbling back as the wound sizzled. Unlike before, the gash didn’t heal immediately—the holy magic slowed his regeneration.

Regor’s eyes burned with rage. "You . . ."

He no longer looked amused.

Valerian barely had a second to breathe before Regor moved again, this time with the full force of a battle-hardened beast-lord. The ground cracked beneath his feet as he leaped, his claws shimmering with a dark, primal energy.

Valerian blocked the first strike—barely. The impact rattled his bones.

Regor twisted, his other claw coming in from the side.

Valerian ducked. His coat shredded as the claw whizzed past. He countered with a slash across Regor’s torso, the runes biting into flesh, searing another deep wound.

Regor staggered, but only for a second.

Then he smiled.

The bastard was enjoying this.

The fight escalated.

Blades clashed against claws. Shadows and fire intertwined in a deadly dance. Valerian dodged, countered, struck with precision—every move calculated, every swing of his sword guided by holy light.

Yet Regor was relentless, adapting, pushing harder, faster. The battlefield became a blur of motion, dust, and violence.

Evelyn, still standing off to the side, watched with growing amusement.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"Well, well . . ." she murmured, watching as Valerian held his ground against a Lycan Lord.

Most humans would have been torn apart within seconds.

But this one?

This one was fighting back.

And for the first time, Regor looked at Valerian not as an obstacle, not as some weakling to swat aside—

But as a real opponent.

The battlefield was chaos, but not a single werewolf dared to interfere in the duel between their leader and Valerian. Honor bound them to spectate, even as they clashed with the soldiers in a separate, bloodied skirmish.

It was clear now—Valerian and Regor were evenly matched.

An impossible feat.

For a mere human to stand toe-to-toe with a Lycan Lord was nothing short of miraculous. Yet here Valerian was, his sword gleaming with holy runes, his body moving with deadly precision, blocking and countering against a beast whose raw power could crush boulders.

Then Regor got faster.

Too fast.

Valerian barely saw the shift before searing pain bloomed across his chest. Deep claw marks appeared on his skin, blood instantly welling and pouring down his side. His body screamed in protest, but he didn’t stagger. Not yet.

Evelyn, who had been watching from a comfortable distance, tilted her head.

Her expression twitched in mild irritation.

Then, with a simple flick of her wrist, she tossed a handful of finely ground wolfsbane into the air.

The effect was immediate.

A sickly green mist spread through the battlefield, and the werewolves recoiled as if struck. They howled in agony, their movements sluggish, their strength sapped in an instant. Even Regor flinched, his breath hitching as the potent herb burned through his system like poison.

It was all the edge the soldiers needed.

Without hesitation, they drove their silver weapons into the hearts of their foes, cutting them down one by one.

Valerian wasted no time either.

With a single, fluid motion, he drove his glowing sword straight into Regor’s chest.

The Lycan choked, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Curse you, witch!" he snarled, his gaze locking onto Evelyn with pure, venomous hatred.

Evelyn chuckled, stepping closer with a smirk that was all too amused. "What?" she mused, her voice laced with mockery. "Did you really come here thinking I wouldn’t have potions prepared for your kind? Foolish boy. I’ve lived far longer than you. Did you honestly believe you could defeat me?"

Regor roared, fury and desperation twisting his features. His body trembled as he fought to move, to lunge at her with his remaining strength—

But Evelyn merely raised a delicate hand to her lips and blew.

A fine, shimmering dust scattered over Regor’s body.

And then—

He disintegrated.