[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-reborn-king":3,"chapter-the-reborn-king-the-reborn-king-chapter-99":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Reborn King",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1100632,1437,"Chapter 99: The Crown Falls","the-reborn-king-chapter-99",99,"\u003Cp>William and Nasr danced with their swords. Nasr knew his arm was his weakness and tried to lead William around into attacking his left side. Despite this, the old general had his reputation for a reason. He dodged past attacks and deflected Nasr’s blade to open his right. William could see Nasr was getting tired but he also was. His breathing was heavy and he knew the wound to his chest was something he couldn’t leave unattended for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>William thought. His mind ran like a computer trying to find the right way to attack Nasr. He may have never been on the battlefield much in his life, but he was still someone who grew up as a Prince. He received the best training in swordsmanship that could be bought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ducking under an attack, William’s left hand let go of the hilt, and he threw a punch into Nasr’s gut coming back up. The wind left his mouth as a spit of blood flew and hit William’s cheek. William didn’t hesitate. With his right hand, he swung down, trying to behead the Sultan once and for all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nasr watched as the blade fell. The world slowed for him and the scent of death entered his nose. The blade inched closer and he gritted his teeth. The punch to the stomach had taken the air out of him, but he knew it was an all-or-nothing that he had to do. Throwing himself up and twisting his body, he lifted his right arm hoping his armour would take the brunt of the attack and save his life. It was a desperate struggle but it was his arm or death\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>William watched as his sword collided with Nasr’s gauntlet. The arm did its job slowing the blade down, but the strength behind William’s attack eventually cut through it. Nasr let out a primal scream as the sword cut through his flesh, stopping at the bone. Blood poured from the wound and William kicked the man away before he could stab him with his free hand. His arm was mangled but not gone. The same could not be said for Nasr’s mind. William saw it. The pain that he was now experiencing amplified the feeling he had when he saw William alive. His eyes were mad and he was about to lose himself to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a blessing and a curse. Nasr may not be able to think properly now, but he would also not fear death as much. He would become unpredictable. William didn’t want to give the chance for this unpredictability. He charged in again and stabbed his sword forward. Nasr, despite his state, hit it away, deflecting the strike and trying to counter with his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>William moved to the right and re-positioned himself. He watched as Nasr charged at him. His eyes were focused on the sword in his hand. Nasr swung his right arm at him, blood spraying on his face. It was a second, but William closed his eyes. Nasr took the opportunity. He stabbed forward and pierced through his shoulder. He clicked his tongue hoping to end the fight with that attack, but knew that it was his weak arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>William groaned but paid it no mind. He still had his strong hand. He looked at the mangled arm which could hardly be called one anymore and made sure to pay attention to it. He had never expected someone to move like that and wouldn’t make the same mistake. William moved, he attacked Nasr’s right, forcing the man to spin himself and block the attack. Not letting up, he pulled his blade and stabbed forward, forcing Nasr to remain on the defensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung and stabbed repeatedly, Nasr barely able to defend himself, the wounds on his body growing. William pushed the pain his body was feeling into the back of his mind. He attacked and attacked, the blood from Nasr’s body painting his armour crimson. His white hair had become black and red from the filth and blood. He didn’t give up, he watched as Nasr took step after step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nasr knew he was losing. The pain slowly began to come back, after having disappeared for a couple minutes. He felt his body grow slower and he knew he had lost. His mind had a moment of clarity but was quickly engulfed by a desire to fight till the end. Jumping backwards he tried to escape William, but the man gave no ground, quickly appearing in front of him. Nasr tried again. He threw a desperate kick at William’s stomach and jumped back once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was intensifying now. He couldn’t delay his moves anymore or he would no longer be in a state where he could think anymore. The kick bought him a couple of seconds and he recaught his breath. With his one good hand, he pointed the sword at William and ran at him. It was an obvious attack that anyone could dodge or block and William did so, letting the blade run through under his armpit and grabbing Nasr’s free arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nasr watched as William pulled back his sword, disarming him and smiled, hoping he was going to do something like this. He wasn’t much taller than him but William had foolishly taken his helmet off when he revealed himself. Nasr’s head shot up and his teeth clenched hard into his neck as William drove his sword through Nasr’s gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attack caused him to let go as he couldn’t bite fully into his neck. That being said he pulled a layer off and blood began to pour. He knew he was dead. He knew it the moment he had to surrender his arm. But he wanted to take William down. The man had played him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nasr fell back clutching the wound on his gut. Staring into the sky, his teeth clenched in anger and hate.Traitors all around! I could have never won.’His mind lingered on the faces of those who betrayed him. He couldn’t remember the faces of his children or wife, instead only able to see the laughing faces of all those who had turned on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face thought of John, but quickly it turned to Harun and Ali; crazed laughter left his mouth.’I killed the old cunt and made Harun disabled.’It was a shallow win for Nasr but he didn’t care. His vision darkened as he saw the old general stand over him clutching his neck. The man watched as Nasr laughed himself to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nasr looked at him in his darkened vision, \"kill...Za..hra...in....front...of.....Ha...run.\" His voice was barely audible as he took deep breaths between. He laughed at the vision of Harun breaking down as his sister died in front of him. It was something he wished he could have done, but he would never get the chance. As darkness took over, he saw the final clips of that vision play out as his laugh died down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were quiet, but William heard his final words. He put a bitter smile on looking at Nasr as he slowly died, laughing to himself. The man was so fueled by revenge that his final words spoke of it. Had his death and pain amplified it or was he always like this? William didn’t know or care. Using his good hand he swung the sword down on Nasr’s neck, decapitating him. Walking to the battlefield that still carried on, he held the head high up. \"THE SULTAN IS DEAD! LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!\" His voice was powerful but those who knew him could hear the pain in it. He held the wound on his neck, the blood pouring through his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Safrid forces looked at one another and like a domino effect threw their weapons down one after the other. William smiled, walking through his men’s lines. Issac had run over in his father’s direction as soon as he heard the shout. Looking at the man he could see he was in great pain. Marcus saw it as well from a distance and swiftly took over the aftermath of the battle. Trudging along, William collapsed into Issac’s arms, dropping the head with a sinister smile on its face. Issac caught him, and two others came along to help move him back and get ready for treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the North, Mansa stood atop the walls. He looked down at the approaching army of the Grand Prince and had a stern face.’They finally made a decision.’He had been waiting the whole time. He had no choice. No matter what his men said or the conditions they faced when they waited he had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had four thousand men. All those from the other northern forts west of him had heeded his call and came to support him against the invasion. They knew that the main army would be tired from the war and had no choice but to march to Mansa. It was an all-or-nothing for them. If they fell then the Grand Prince had free reign to invade the North. Harun had taken all their men. They were under-defended and weak as individuals right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only reason they were willing to commit so much was because they knew if Mansa and his men fell, then they would quickly follow. Mansa hoped Harun would make the correct move. Leave him to die. He could see that it wasn’t the entire army of the Grand Prince and assumed a sizable force had been left to watch the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Harun moved to save him or encircle the Grand Prince’s army it would be a waste of lives. He hoped Harun would use the time smart. Get as many supplies as he can in the short window and wait in Ali’s castle. He knew that the Northern Highway would open if the castle fell, but he was sure the Grand Prince would return for Ali’s castle. It was what represented the North and would all but assure his invasion was a success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mansa didn’t wish to die, but he knew it was his duty right now. To take as many as he could with him. He thought of Nasr one final time and hoped the man was fine. He needed to remain strong if he wished to rebuild the Sultanate after all the wars were over. That being said Mansa was also a realist enough to see the writing on the walls. The Civil War had weakened them too much and he believed only a 30% chance remained for its survival if everything went right.\u003C\u002Fp>",1766,"2026-06-03T11:17:48.774Z","2026-06-03T11:17:51.400Z",1,"novelbin.me","44e71d9decc5ef192b50340297b9f08879f65e5eb5ed35de1e101c970d126f6a","the-reborn-king-chapter-100","the-reborn-king-chapter-98",487,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-reborn-king-cover.jpg"]