usenovelonline Chapter 126 The End of the Dragon Disaster
Chapter 126 The End of the Dragon Disaster
Chapter 126 (Two Chapters Combined) The End of the Dragon Disaster
"fail?"
Audurian raised an arm, tightly gripping the sweeping dragon-slaying spear, even as the scales were torn and the blade dug deep into the flesh of his palm.
It didn't show any change in expression.
It merely tightened its lightning spear, twisting its body to dodge Elena's dragon roar, and used its other hand to shatter the sword strike she unleashed.
The thick, long dragon tail, resembling both a sword and a knife, lashed out, aiming for her head.
"I have never failed, I am not dead, I have just been banished from time by them in a despicable way."
Elena's gaze was stern. She gripped the sword in one hand and supported the door-like blade with the other, using Dragon's Bite to protect most of her body.
clang!
A clear clanging sound rang out, and Elena staggered back several steps, her delicate hands numbing from the impact.
Before she could recover, the dragon's tail lashed out again, slicing through the blood mist and slashing vertically down at her.
A blur flashed by, and she instinctively parried with her sword.
The moment the dragon's tail tip crossed the thick blade, Elena felt as if her arms no longer belonged to her. A sharp gust of air swept across her face, causing her hands to split and bleed.
The greatsword was smashed into the ground, and ahead lay a bottomless abyss carved out by a dragon's tail.
"As long as I'm alive, the dragon race hasn't failed. Even if countless dragons die, everything can be started anew!"
Audurian's expression turned ferocious as he prepared to unleash his dragon tail for the third time, simultaneously spewing evil fire at Mordi in an attempt to hinder his rescue.
As the tail blade was about to strike, Elena's expression remained unchanged, and her mind became even calmer.
Taking a deep breath, she didn't shout out the dragon language as usual, but instead imitated the techniques of those ancient dragons, hiding the dragon's roar within her words to make it more concealed.
"Audurion, no matter how much you say, you can't hide the fact that you've failed. You're just a—" Before the words were even finished, the tail blade struck down in the blink of an eye, just like the previous two times. But Elena no longer had the strength to intercept it.
Fortunately, she had already unleashed her dragon roar, and even Audurian didn't notice it immediately.
It wasn't until the dragon's roar drew near that it realized this was yet another [Dragon Soul Tear].
【Dragon Soul Tear】First it hits its tail, and the pain of being torn then spreads throughout its entire body.
Its movements paused, its dragon breath ceased, and its tail blade hung suspended in the air.
All of this lasted only a moment, after which it endured the pain with great perseverance and continued to lash out with its tail blade.
"Prophecy cannot bind me; I will surely shatter this so-called destiny!"
It is obsessed with killing the dragonborn of the prophecy.
But it was too late, even if it only paused for a moment, it was still too late.
A long, supple tail wrapped around its dragon tail, followed by a second and a third.
Three tails pulled on its dragon tail, preventing it from moving down an inch further.
"I have ten tails like this."
Mordi grinned, and the remaining seven tails danced like tentacles, their tips transforming into blood-transforming divine blades that suddenly extended and slashed at various parts of Audurian.
Neck, arms, hind limbs, wings, torso, tail, head.
Audurian decisively released the dragon-slaying spear, ignoring the dragon blood splattering from the wound on his palm, and flapped his wings to retreat.
Most of its body dodged the slashes of the Blood Transformation Divine Blade; however, one part of its body was tightly entangled and almost unable to move.
A flash of blood, and with a soft thud, the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade cleaved into the base of its tail.
Elena, using her greatsword for support, shouted, "Sever the tail! Time to collect the materials!"
The power of the dragon's roar seeped into Aldurian's tail, weakening and brittle that part.
The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade continued to push forward, and the sound of flesh tearing apart rang out. The thick, long dragon tail snapped off in response.
Modi quickly curled up the still lively tail and brought it to its mouth. In the blink of an eye, the seven heads devoured it completely.
"tasty."
The moment he swallowed the high-ranking dragon bloodline, he was besieged by various bloodlines.
The ancient blood commanded these bloodlines, using both soft and hard tactics on the high-ranking dragon bloodline. With the blessing of the Bloodstained Book and the Seed of the Mind, it took only two or three seconds to completely devour it.
Outside, Audurian was panting heavily, his breathing rapid, and his eyes were even more bloodshot than before.
For it, having its tail severed by the enemy was an absolute disgrace.
Even if the tail can grow back, it's broken off, and that fact cannot be hidden.
After confronting the enemy for two or three seconds, it waited for its tail to recover, not daring to make any rash moves.
"Damn it, if the Dragon Soul Tear effect hadn't worn off yet, I wouldn't have lost my tail."
"The timing is perfect," Modi suddenly said.
Audurian became alert, suspecting that he had secretly set some kind of trap, but after checking the surroundings, it found nothing unusual.
"You want me?" It spoke in an unfriendly tone, glancing at Elena, who also wore an ambiguous smile, its eyes narrowing slightly.
Even with the temple's advantageous location, it can only slightly alleviate the world's pressure on me. If this drags on any longer, at best my power will diminish, and at worst, I'll be drained dry by the etheric layer...
We can't delay any longer; we must deal with her as soon as possible, then find a place to seal ourselves away and wait for the etheric wave to arrive.
Audurian's eyes widened, filled with a fierce glint.
Even though its power has been lost to the past, it is still a mid-level immortal at this moment, and even under the heavy pressure of the world, it can still fight two against one.
Anger welled up within it, and it completely released the restrictions on its power. In an instant, the power of a mid-level immortal was fully integrated into its body.
The price to pay is a dramatic increase in the world's pressure, with the etheric layer and even deeper layers drawing away its power every minute and every second.
This extraction is irreversible; once more than three minutes have passed, it will not only fall from its current rank to a lower rank, but may even lose its immortal nature.
We must act swiftly and decisively.
The black dragon flapped its wings, transforming into a blur, and appeared in front of Elena in the blink of an eye with a speed disproportionate to its enormous size.
"Die!"
Faced with this sudden attack, Elena seemed stunned, her face still bearing that enigmatic smile.
There was not a trace of panic in her eyes.
"Holy Lance, pull anchor!"
Before Audurian could deliver the fatal blow, a sudden feeling of unease arose in his heart.
A beam of white light followed.
It decisively abandoned its previous idea, flapped its wings again, and disappeared in a blur.
The next instant, a white light descended from the sky, sweeping away the large patch of blood mist, and plunged into the spot where Audurian had just been.
As the beam of light gradually dissipated, a large crater appeared at the point where the white light had fallen. Inside the crater was a silver-white lance, engraved with intricate patterns.
Elena frowned, vaguely sensing the restless elements and ether around her.
In the blink of an eye, she saw a figure appear in the pit.
The blonde girl, with shoulder-length hair, gripped the gun barrel in one hand, her right foot resting on the gun. She wore silver armor, and her cloak fluttered in the wind.
To her shame, the person who saved her life was the one she thought of first... posing for a photo.
"You're the Miss Elena that Mordred mentioned to me...?"
The blonde girl looked over, her eyes scrutinizing.
Elena hadn't expected her to speak to her so quickly. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded and called out to her:
"mom!"
The blonde girl took a step back, clearly quite startled by the remark, and immediately launched into a series of three questions:
"Are you sure? Are you having children? How old are the children?"
"...This isn't the time to talk about this. Come and lend a hand, or Virant will be beaten to death."
Modi stretched out the dragon head, a symbol of indifference, lazily interrupting their conversation.
On the other side of the battlefield, Azure Lord Virant and he were locked in a fierce battle with Audurian.
"Two more, two more! Could this be a prophecy? Is this the inevitability of fate?!"
Audurian was furious. Just as he was about to kill his great enemy, two immortal beings appeared out of nowhere and disrupted his plans.
Even though these two immortals are not as good as it—one is only close to the middle level, and the other has only recently advanced—if you add the seven-headed freak and the recovered dragonborn...
It would inevitably be dragged to its death on the spot, not to mention that its strength was being lost every moment.
"So close, so close!"
Aldurian had recovered from the pain of the torn dragon soul, and with a series of angry roars, the dragon roar poured out.
Vilant, who had only recently become an immortal, was struggling to hold on. Even though he had pulled a corner of the Azure Dimension over, he still felt immense pressure.
"I'm fighting a mid-level immortal? Really?"
He kept flashing and teleporting, dodging the dragon roars echoing all around him.
"I'm just a traditional mage. If I were to get grazed or bumped by these things, wouldn't I die on the spot?"
"Come on, you can just make another body if you lose it, but I'm not even an immortal, yet I have to share the damage for you. You should show me some of your best skills."
The dragon's roar slammed into Modi's dragon body, and in an instant, his dragon body became pitted and uneven, no different from a broken rag doll.
Corrosion, immense strength, lightning, stagnation... various dragon roar effects brought Modi's life to the brink of danger.
For the first time, he clearly realized just how terrifying a mid-level immortal at full power could be.
Fortunately, he had a lot of resurrection coins.
"Those who rallied me to defeat you were none other than your foolish followers of the Dragon Cult!"
Modi grinned maliciously. If it weren't for the Dragon Worship Cult contributing more than 10,000 Blood Shadows to him, he probably wouldn't have lasted this long.
Come to think of it, he really has to thank Fiona, that stupid dragon.
As time went on, the emotions contained in the entries he carried did not diminish; on the contrary, they became more intense as his own emotions changed.
Further distortion is now inevitable.
His flesh writhed uncomfortably, and the next moment, his abdomen split open, revealing a maw made of dozens of curved bones.
The mouthparts were opening and closing incessantly, like a high-speed shredder, and the contents could be vaguely seen between the opening and closing.
It wasn't the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, or kidneys, but a cup magnified many times over, containing a lake of blood.
Even though the cup was facing outwards, the lake of blood did not spill out. Instead, it remained calm and still, like a blood-red eye peering out through its mouthparts.
On his body, palm-sized dragon scales were melting, revealing faint human faces on them, watching the outside world with a half-smile.
Their mouths kept changing shape, as if they were chanting scriptures or singing hymns, both sacred and eerie.
Overall, Modi can barely maintain the form of the seven-headed red dragon, but his inner self is completely different.
The tainted Holy Grail twisted and transformed into his own organs, incorporating his blood lake, and his appearance became more like an amorphous blood shadow.
Besides the physical distortion, his mind was also more chaotic, constantly receiving whispers from the faces on the scales, which undoubtedly made his mental state even more precarious.
"Enough, all of you shut up!" he snapped. "I'll deal with your problems after I take care of it."
The faces on the scales didn't do as he said; instead, they laughed in unison, a sound that seemed both mocking and amused.
"Hehehe."
"Hahaha."
"Hehehe."
Modi shook his head, forcibly dispelling the chaos in his mind.
During the two or three seconds he was distracted by the murmurs, Artoria and Elena joined the battle, working with Virant to put pressure on Audurian.
Audurian was on the verge of madness, ignoring the attacks of the other two and determined to chase after Elena.
I can hold out for one more minute. If I can't kill him within that minute, I'll have to burn my immortal essence...
Just then, a huge red figure crashed into it head-on.
"Become one with me."
The Mordi rose upright, extending its arms, which were in a semi-dissolved state, and spreading its wings, which were also in a semi-dissolved state, before Audurian could escape.
Hold it in your arms.
He gripped Audurian's body tightly with both hands, closed his wings, and strained with every muscle in his body to shove Audurian into his abdominal maw.
Bloody hands emerged from the lake of blood within the Holy Grail, tugging at the black dragon's body and pulling it further inside.
Seeing this, everyone around felt a chill run down their spines.
Even those close to him, such as Artoria and Elena, couldn't accept this scene for a while.
As the black dragon's head was more than half inside its mouth, its fangs, formed by curved bones, snapped shut, tearing at the dragon's head like a shredder.
Half of Aldurian's head had been crushed and turned into mincemeat before being sent into the Blood Lake of the Holy Grail.
By absorbing and digesting, the Holy Grail continuously feeds back its power to him.
Rather than attributing this to the Holy Grail, it is more attributable to the Seed of the Soul.
All of this is based on the power of the Seed of the Mind to distort reality, illustrating that the stronger the mind, the stronger the power.
And all of this stems from that small fragment of the God of Light. Why does that fragment awaken the seed of the soul?
As Aldurian beneath him struggled less and less, even though it continued to bombard Mordi's body with its dragon roar, Mordi did not loosen his grip.
The two remained locked in a stalemate for nearly a minute before Audurian suddenly stopped moving.
"I never expected that I would ultimately have to burn my true nature. I never expected that the one who drove me to this point would not be the Dragonborn, but an unknown nobody like you."
Its words were filled with resentment, like a volcano that had been accumulating for many years, about to unleash all its fury.
"Prophecy, huh? It seems I cannot escape the shackles of fate after all. But do you know, according to the prophecy, I am destined to be killed by the Dragonborn, and can only be killed by the Dragonborn. Therefore, you... cannot kill me!"
The next moment, the dragon's body, now only half-formed, unleashed tremendous power, forcefully breaking open Modi's embrace.
Flesh and blood regenerated rapidly. In a short moment, Aldurian was restored from a mutilated corpse to his complete form, and his scarlet blood eyes seemed to burn with some kind of immortal essence.
The ancient power briefly returned to it, though it was far less than its prime and lasted only five seconds at most, but it was enough to annihilate the enemy before it.
"I told you, no one but the Dragonborn can kill me!"
Aldurian grinned as he unleashed a dragon roar.
This is its strongest dragon roar, "Shadow of the End," which is also the origin of its name. It can only be unleashed by someone with the power of a high-ranking immortal.
Its sole purpose is to continuously drain the caster's power, leading the target to an instant death.
"That little bit of power is barely enough to unleash a dragon roar... Five seconds is enough to kill you!"
The event happened so suddenly that those around them barely had time to react, but there was nothing they could do but watch helplessly as the end came.
Modi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his blood seemed to have stopped flowing, and even the faces on his scales remained silent.
Besides bearing the burden of the Bloodstained Book, he also had to withstand Audurian's attacks. As of now, Eagle Battle had 4,400 Blood Shadows remaining.
Four thousand four hundred, what an unlucky number. I wonder if it can protect me from this calamity...
He revealed a resolute look and, the instant the dragon roar was unleashed, attacked Aldurian with all his might.
Rather than waiting to die, it's better to inflict more damage on Aldorion, both for the sake of his teammates and for his own sake.
The first second passed, and his dragon claws ripped open Audurian's chest. At the same time, a thousand blood shadows shattered, shielding him from the shadow of the End.
Aldurian grinned mockingly, completely unconcerned about the attack, not only because its power was absorbed by the dragon's roar, rendering it unable to move.
Furthermore, it doesn't believe that Mordi can break the prophecy and can defeat it on his own.
At the same time, Elena overheard their conversation. Seemingly realizing something, she resolutely took a step forward, unleashing her Dragon Roar [Whirlwind Form], transforming into a whirlwind and rushing towards Modi.
Artoria's eyes burned with rage. She met the gaze of one of Mordi's heads and, as if by telepathy, threw the Holy Lance.
Although Virant didn't have any reliable methods, he still used all his strength to unleash spell after spell at Aldurian.
Two seconds later, Aldurian's organs were destroyed by Mordi, and his head was gradually melted by the dragon's breath.
The shadow of the end still loomed over Mordi, and twelve hundred blood shadows were destroyed in an instant.
"It's useless. Any attack is futile. Even if she is a dragonborn, with her current power, she cannot kill me in such a short time."
Audurian ignored the spells and showed even more disdain for Elena, who was rushing towards them.
There were only two things that surprised it. First, for some reason, the holy spear did not pierce it, but instead flew into Modi's hand, where he caught it steadily.
Secondly, the dragonborn that were rushing towards them bypassed them for some reason and went straight to the seven-headed red dragon.
Three seconds later, another 1,400 blood shadows of Mordi shattered, while Audurian was left with only half a head, half of his body torn apart.
However, it still didn't die.
It was as if some force was hindering its death, or even causing death to refuse it.
The effects of the Shadow of the End are still ongoing. At this rate, the remaining eight hundred Blood Shadows will definitely not be enough for Modi to survive the next second.
"Five seconds is still too long," Modi said without joy or sorrow. "But you're destined not to last another second."
Audurian was laughing wildly when he saw Elena rush into the red dragon's belly like a madwoman.
"Is she crazy? Wait... what are you doing?"
It watched helplessly as the dragonborn transformed into a phantom form and disappeared into the blood lake, and an extremely ominous premonition suddenly arose in its heart.
"It's time to end all of this."
Two distinct voices emanated from the red dragon's mouth: one was Modi's original voice, and the other was a female voice. The combination of the two created an eerie and inexplicable effect.
Audurian finally understood that the dragonborn was sharing a body with the seven-headed red dragon.
They wanted to use their status as dragonborn, with the power of the seven-headed red dragon, to fulfill the prophecy's conditions and thus kill it.
"How is this possible? You're not the same person, this can't be..."
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Its voice abruptly stopped, and the ominous premonition in its heart grew stronger, finally reaching its peak.
To achieve the prophecy in this way, both parties must have an extremely high degree of trust in each other, which is undoubtedly an extremely demanding condition.
Sometimes, even companions, brothers, or family members cannot have such a high level of trust.
However, this is also a condition that is very easy to achieve. As long as there is a high degree of mutual trust, everything else can be left to the prophecy.
A profound despair welled up in Audurian's heart. He stared intently with bloodshot eyes, like a gambler who had lost everything and staked everything on the table.
"I can sense that he doesn't have much left to use as a substitute. He's almost there, almost there...!"
One by one, the blood shadows shattered rapidly. At the same time, the spear in Mo Di's hand shone with a dazzling silver light, and the spearhead transformed into a spinning spiral.
"Taste my drill that pierces the heavens!" Elena grinned maliciously, and together with him, they channeled all their strength into the Holy Lance, propelling it downwards.
When Aldurian's dragon body came into contact with the Holy Lance, it was instantly annihilated, as if it had been erased from thin air.
When the number of Blood Shadows dropped below three hundred, time seemed to slow down in Audurian's eyes. It had a premonition that if it could hold out for less than half a second longer, it would be able to completely wipe out the enemy.
A dark shadow flashed by, followed by a feeling of suffocation.
"Dragon-Slaying Black Arrow!"
The black arrow pierced its body, and the dragon-hunting concept attached to it extinguished its last chance of life.
It never imagined that the dragon-hunting weapon it once scorned would eventually become its death warrant.
"Ha, prophecy, I couldn't escape it after all... But don't be too happy yet, fate has enveloped all of Itnity, and I will be waiting for you on the road ahead."
Aldurian's last body was completely erased, and the Shadow of the End dissipated, leaving the number of Blood Shadows fixed at eighty-eight.
The silver spiral on the Holy Lance dissipated, and Mordi slowly lowered his head, lying on all fours, weak and listless.
The seven heads were intertwined, their eyes slightly narrowed, and the whole dragon looked listless.
After he removed the blessing of the Bloodstained Book, the burden was gone, but the distorted form left him with a lingering effect.
Although the human faces on the scales had disappeared, their murmurs still remained: "As expected, the Seed of the Mind is not without its side effects. I just don't know how to get rid of it, or what benefits it can bring me... Hmm?"
As Mordi pondered, a warm embrace suddenly came from behind him.
He remembered that there was another person's soul inside him, or rather, a dragon soul.