Chapter 908: Rey Vs The Dragon Lords
The sky above the Arena darkened as Rey's crimson aura surged, pulsing with an intensity that threatened to consume everything around him.
The gathered Dragon Lords, now in their true forms, towered over him, their colossal bodies blotting out what little light remained.
Despite their size and power, the tension and dread in the air was immense-a stark contrast to the unflinching cold in Rey's eyes.
The White Dragon Lord, Frey'ja, stood at the forefront, her majestic wings unfurling as her alabaster scales shimmered like divine light. To her left, the Frost Dragon Lord, Ce'leste, exhaled a frigid mist that crystallized the air around her. The new Dark Dragon Lord, X'ilerk, remained shrouded in shadows that seemed to warp the space they occupied, while the new Flame Dragon Lord, Pa'riana, burned with an inferno that scorched the ground beneath her.
Each of the remaining Dragon Lords emanated their own distinct aura, a testament to their might.
Yet, all their combined presence seemed insignificant before Rey.
The arena quaked as the first attack was launched. Pa'riana unleashed a torrent of fire, a molten wave that consumed everything in its path.
-BO0000000000MMMM!!!~
The intense heat melted the arena floor, turning stone into liquid magma. The flames roared toward Rey with ferocity, yet he stood motionless. As the inferno closed in, his aura flared.
With a simple gesture, he extended a hand, and the flames bent to his will. The fire spiraled into the air, twisting and compressing into a dense orb of molten energy. Rey clenched his fist, and the orb imploded, extinguishing Pa'riana's attack as though it were a mere candle.
Before the Flame Dragon Lord could react, Rey vanished.
A crimson blur shot through the air, and in an instant, he was upon her. His hand, wreathed in destructive energy, pierced through her massive chest.
The Flame Dragon Lord roared in agony, her fiery breath faltering as her life force drained away.
With a flick of his wrist, Rey sent her corpse hurtling across the arena, where it crashed into the stands, obliterating several rows of spectators in an explosion of fire and blood. ~BAM!~
The crowd screamed, but Rey paid them no mind.
The Forest Dragon Lord, M'ordum, roared in fury, vines and roots erupting from the ground to entangle Rey.
The living tendrils were as thick as pillars, their surfaces glowing with ancient runes that pulsed with natural energy. They wrapped around Rey's limbs, constricting with enough force to crush steel.
"DIE, FOOLISH HUMAN!"
M'ordum bellowed, channeling his power to summon a massive tree that burst from beneath the arena, its trunk reaching the heavens.
But Rey's power was absolute.
The crimson aura around him surged, and the vines disintegrated, unable to withstand the corrosive energy.
The colossal tree splintered and fell as Rey shot toward M'ordum like a crimson meteor. His fist connected with the Forest Dragon Lord's head, and the force of the impact obliterated it entirely.
M'ordum's headless body collapsed, shaking the earth as blood soaked the arena floor.
The Sea Dragon, Mi'riam, attempted to take advantage of the chaos.
A tidal wave materialized above the arena, conjured by her massive form as she soared overhead. The water, imbued with her draconic power, surged with enough force to drown entire cities.
As the wave descended, Mi'riam unleashed a piercing roar that shattered the remaining fragments of the arena.
Rey looked up, unbothered by the impending deluge. He raised a hand, and the wave froze mid-descent.
With a flick of his fingers, the frozen water shattered into a rain of icy shards. Mi'riam recoiled, her massive body twisting to avoid the shards, but Rey was already above her. His aura flared, and a crimson blade formed in his hand.
One swift slash cleaved through the Sea Dragon, her body splitting in two and crashing to the ground below.
~SPLOOOOOSH!!!~
The Frost Dragon Lord, Ce'leste, and the Dark Dragon Lord, X'ilerk, acted in unison. Ce'leste unleashed a blizzard so cold that the arena was encased in frost within seconds, the temperature plummeting to levels that would freeze even the strongest beings.
X'ilerk followed with a wave of pure darkness, a void that consumed light and threatened to erase existence itself.
The combined assault enveloped Rey, the two Dragon Lords pouring all their power into their attack. The other Lords held back, watching with grim satisfaction as the overwhelming energy engulfed the human.
But Rey emerged unscathed.
~VWUUUUUSHHHH!!!~
His aura expanded, a pulsating sphere of crimson energy that devoured the frost and darkness. The blizzard dissipated, and the void was consumed by the raw power emanating
from him.
Rey's form was illuminated by his aura, his expression colder than the frost that had surrounded him.
Ce'leste's eyes widened in disbelief as Rey appeared before her.
She raised her claws, encased in ice, to strike, but he caught them effortlessly. With a single motion, he crushed her claws, the sound of shattering ice echoing through the arena. He drove his hand through her chest, shattering her core.
"AHHHHH!!!"
The Frost Dragon Lord let out a final, pitiful roar before collapsing into a heap of frozen flesh.
X'ilerk attempted to retreat, his shadowy form flickering as he tried to escape. But there was no escape from Rey.
The crimson energy around him surged, forming tendrils that shot out and ensnared the Dark Dragon Lord. X'ilerk struggled, his shadowy body writhing against the binding energy, but it
was futile.
~SQUELCH!~
The tendrils constricted, crushing the life out of him until he was nothing more than a
smoldering husk.
One by one, the Dragon Lords fell.
The arena was a ruin, the ground scorched and shattered, the air thick with the stench of blood and ash. The surviving spectators fled in terror, but many were caught in the collateral destruction, their bodies disintegrated by the residual energy of the battle.
Only one Dragon Lord remained.
Frey'ja, the White Dragon Lord, stood amidst the devastation. Her once-pristine form was battered and bloodied, her wings torn, and her aura flickering weakly.
She looked at Rey, her eyes wide with fear.
"I... I yield..." she stammered, her voice trembling. "Please... show mercy..."
Rey stepped toward her, his footsteps deliberate and unhurried.
The ground beneath him cracked with each step, his presence suffocating. Frey'ja fell to her knees, her majestic form diminished to that of a broken, pleading creature.
"Mercy?"
Rey's voice was cold, devoid of emotion. He stood over her, his crimson aura swirling around
him like a living entity.
"Did you show mercy to those you deemed beneath you?"
Frey'ja sobbed, her tears mixing with the blood that stained her scales. "Please... spare me..."
Rey's gaze remained unyielding. He raised his foot and brought it down with all the force of his overwhelming power.
The White Dragon Lord's plea ended in a sickening crunch.
She died.
Rey stood amidst the carnage, the bodies of the Dragon Lords scattered around him, their once-great forms reduced to lifeless husks. The arena was unrecognizable, a smoldering wasteland that bore the scars of his wrath.
The capital trembled, the very earth quaking beneath the weight of his destruction. Through it all, the same ringing sound and System Panels kept appearing before Rey's
unbothered eyes.
[You Have Leveled Up].
[You Have Leveled Up].
[You Have Leveled Up].
[You Have Leveled Up]. [You Have Leveled Up]. [You Have Leveled Up].
On and on, it kept buzzing and filling his field of vision.
'What Level am I now...?' He wondered to himself.
He didn't know... and he didn't care.
Instead, he looked up toward the Dragon Emperor, who had remained silent throughout the
massacre.
Their eyes met, and for the first time, the Emperor's expression faltered.
Rey's voice, cold and unwavering, echoed through the ruins.
"Your turn."