The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 752

Chapter 752: A Vow in Chaos

The Orc Prince, towering and visibly overwhelmed, struggled to process everything. He had been hurt. Deeply. He had been confused, embarrassed, and blindsided.

But seeing the person he married, his supposed fragile bride, kneeling on the ground and begging with trembling hands, broke something inside him. This was the same person he had protected with everything he had, to the point he would not even let a small insect fly near her.

Yet here she, no, he was. Crying for him.

His green heart wavered.

The enormous orc leaned down, slowly, hesitantly, as if approaching something delicate. He reached out, just about to touch Silarion’s face, when suddenly—

"No! I am your wife!" screeched the woman by the door like a banshee.

Her voice cracked into a pitch that shattered one of the lanterns.

Without thinking and in full rage, she threw a spiritual attack toward the kneeling figure.

The hall erupted in screams.

But considering that the princess who kept skipping practice was the one who threw that out, the attack missed its intended target.

It shot straight toward the Orc Prince.

Gasps filled the hall as the attack raced forward.

In that split second, Silarion moved.

He did not hesitate.

He rose just enough, threw his arms forward, and summoned a spiritual barrier with all the strength he had left.

The barrier wrapped around both of them.

Unfortunately, the Orc Prince was enormous.

Shielding them both was almost impossible in that single breath.

Still, the elven prince managed to cover them.

But the attack struck the barrier hard. The force rippled through Silarion’s body. His lips parted. A spray of blood spilled out.

He collapsed.

Chaos erupted.

The Orc Prince caught his fainting bride in his arms, eyes widening in horror at the sight of blood trickling from Silarion’s mouth.

Something snapped.

He saw red.

He stood to his full height, lifted his unconscious bride effortlessly, and roared with pure, primal fury.

"How dare you attack my wife!"

The entire wedding hall shook as he charged toward the intruder, carrying Silarion close to his chest like a precious treasure, ready to tear apart anyone who dared harm him again.

Pandemonium erupted.

It began with the Orc Prince’s roar, but it spread like wildfire as if his fury had ignited every orc in the hall. The moment his bloodlust filled the air, the rest of the orcs surged forward, fists raised, tusks bared, and eyes blazing with righteous vengeance.

The guests screamed.

The musicians dove for cover.

The officiants prayed to whichever spirits were available.

The orcs attacked with thunderous force, shaking the ground with every step. Tables shattered. Lanterns fell. Wine barrels rolled across the floor.

The elves barely survived the first wave.

They were lighter and faster, but the orcs were strong enough to send three of them flying with a single punch. If not for their spiritual barriers, half the bridal party would have been unconscious on the spot.

The clash of spiritual shields and brute force filled the room. Bright lights collided with heavy fists. The air crackled with tension and disbelief.

In the center of it all, the Orc Prince tore through elven soldiers like a storm. Each elf that tried to block his way was tossed aside like a leaf. No one could stop him as he marched toward the intruding woman who still cried on the floor.

He had finally cleared a path. His hand reached out, ready to snap her neck for daring to harm his wife.

The woman shrieked.

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