That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 579

Chapter 579:

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There was no response. Daemonikai’s nostrils flared.

Something was deeply wrong.

“King Daemonikai?” Ottai approached, apprehension crawling up his spine. His instincts screamed at him to proceed with caution, his own beast stirring restlessly inside him.

He placed a hand on Daemonikai’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Daemonikai whirled around and shoved him with a force that sent Ottai flying backward.

The push was so sudden and violent that Ottai had no time to react. He landed hard on the ground, the impact jarring his bones.

Gasps rose from the surrounding soldiers, their shock palpable.

“By the gods, something’s not right!” Ottai roared, scrambling to his feet. “Everyone, take cover! Protect yourselves! Wegai, get reinforcements! Keep them close but off the grounds!”

The soldiers scattered, chaos erupting as they obeyed his frantic commands. Meanwhile, the grand king stood motionless, muttering words Ottai couldn’t make out.

What was he saying? Ottai crept closer, straining to hear.

“My woman. Mine.”

What?

He is not himself.

What in the hell is happening?

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“Must go to her,” Daemonikai muttered. “Must have her.”

The vacant look in the grand king’s eyes added a dangerous focus that looked… predatory. He started forward in long strides filled with purpose.

Ottai moved to intercept him. “No, wait, Daemon! You cannot go to her like this!”

Daemonikai’s fist connected with Ottai’s jaw.

The fourth ruler stumbled back, but quickly recovered and shoved the king in return. “No! Snap out of it!”

Daemonikai’s claws extended, slashing at Ottai with a speed that made his blood run cold.

The deadly intent behind the strike was unmistakable, forcing Ottai to dodge with lightning reflexes. Narrowly, he managed to avoid three more vicious swipes.

Now more determined than ever to stop the grand king, Ottai roared an order.

“Send for Vladya and Zaiper! Tell them it’s urgent! GO!”

Not wasting valuable time waiting for them, Ottai shifted into his half-beast form, bracing himself for what was clearly an all-out attack.

Every strike, every blow from Daemonikai was aimed to inflict serious damage. This wasn’t sparring; it was a fight for survival.

“Must get to her. Must have her,” Daemonikai growled angrily. “Out of my way.” His shortened sentences, his words gruff… as if he were driven purely by instinct. Mindless.

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