feiniaonovel Chapter 184 : Chapter 184
Chapter 184 : Chapter 184
Chapter 184. Golden Lion Secret Sword
The severed wound was as smooth as a mirror. The moment the dark-gold demon blood gushed out, it was instantly vaporized by the searingly hot Battle Aura clinging to the blade.
“AAAAAHHH!”
Ifreles let out a shrill scream. Just as he was about to retreat, another terrifying wave of heat descended from above.
The Golden Dragon opened its massive jaws and poured down a long-accumulated blast of golden dragon breath right over his head.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
The demonized keratin layer that Ifreles had always taken such pride in rapidly melted beneath the torrent of dragon breath, smoke rising from it in waves, carrying the scorched stench of roasted flesh.
This was no longer a battle.
This was a righteous group beating completely devoid of any sense of fair play.
A peak Seventh-Tier warrior served as the main attacker, an ancient dragon acted as both tank and mage, a Sixth-Tier knight handled crowd control, and off to the side lurked a scheming old bastard proficient in spatial magic and fluent in Demonic Tongue, firing off cheap shots.
With a lineup like this, let alone an avatar—even the true body would have to shed a layer of skin if it came in person.
Ifreles was getting beaten senseless.
The hellfire he had always prided himself on was being neutralized by dragon breath. The strength he had always prided himself on was being overpowered head-on by Leonard. The speed he had always prided himself on was being locked down by Logaris’s spatial magic.
Humiliating.
It was fucking humiliating.
He was one of Hell’s Seven Grand Dukes, the supreme existence who held the Authority of Wrath. Since when has he ever suffered this kind of disgrace?
“You despicable lower creatures—”
Slash!
Before he could finish his threat, a pitch-black spatial blade suddenly spawned behind him without warning.
That spatial blade swept with precise malice through the back of his left knee.
Along with the sickening sound of bone separating, Ifreles’s lower left leg was cut clean off and left where it fell. He lost his balance and crashed headfirst into the muddy frozen earth, shoveling a mouthful of slush and dirty snow into his face.
Not far away, Logaris wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His gaze was as cold as a blade, and a mocking curve rose at his lips.
“Despicable? This is called tactical coordination.”
“Finish him!”
At Logaris’s low shout, Leonard’s figure was already in front of Ifreles as though he had teleported.
At that moment, the old lion compressed all the Battle Aura in his body to the absolute limit. His originally graying mane stood upright under the violent surge of aura, making him look like a raging golden lion king. The heavy sword in his hand seemed to gather the very momentum of heaven and earth, and the radiance on its blade outshone even the aurora in the sky.
It was a strike powerful enough to cleave mountains and sever rivers.
“Golden Lion Secret Sword · Heavenblade Mountainbreaker!”
With that single swing, heaven and earth lost their color.
It was as if the whole world had been reduced to nothing but this one beam of utterly pure white light.
The shadow of death closed around him. Ifreles was furious beyond measure. He glared at the half-demonized young man in the distance and let out a roar filled with venomous hatred.
“Logaris!!”
“I’ll remember you! Wait for me in hell! When my true body descends, I will personally—”
BOOOOM—!!!
The sword light fell, and the world fell silent.
Ifreles’s curse, dripping with malice, was cut off mid-sentence.
A terrifying shockwave of energy exploded outward from the point where the sword landed, spreading instantly in all directions. Faced with that destructive force, Ifreles’s body did not last even a second before breaking apart into countless tiny particles.
“Hah…”
Leonard planted his heavy sword into the ground and wiped the sweat from his face.
“That bastard was tough as hell.”
As the demonic aura completely dissipated, the majestic Golden Dragon also seemed to lose all its air like a punctured balloon.
The golden radiance filling the sky receded like the tide, and that mountain-like body rapidly shrank and reformed.
In the end, it turned back into that blond young man.
Alectos was drenched in blood. The huge hole in his chest, the one he had torn open with his own hand, was horrifying to look at. Although the dragon race’s regenerative ability was already frantically repairing it, the mangled flesh still made one’s scalp prickle.
His eyes were shut tight, and his whole body dropped stiffly from midair like a bird with broken wings.
“Alectos?! You brat, it was you?!”
Leonard was startled. He kicked off the ground and flew up to catch him.
He stretched out a hand and checked Alectos’s breathing.
Thankfully, it was still there. Faint, but there. The life force of the dragon race truly was monstrous. The heart that had been dug out had already been reconstructed, and though the beating was slow, it carried a stubborn vitality.
“So this is… the bloodline of the Golden Dragon…”
Leonard stared at the few golden dragon scales still lingering at Alectos’s neck, his expression dazed, as if he were witnessing some unbelievable miracle. “If those old fossils in the royal family who guard their broken junk like treasure ever found out about this, they’d probably crawl out of their graves just to kowtow to you three times.”
Thud.
Not far away, Logaris finally gave out as well. After fighting two battles in a row, his body had already reached its absolute limit.
He released the Half-Demonization state. The horn retracted, the light wing scattered, and his entire body collapsed onto the ground like a heap of mud.
“I’m done…”
Logaris lay flat in the snow in the shape of a spread-eagle, staring up at the dim gray sky, feeling as though his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds.
“Victor…” he called weakly.
“I’m here, my lord! Where are you injured?”
Victor, who had been skirmishing around the battlefield the whole time, hurried over at once. He wanted to help Logaris up, but did not dare move him carelessly.
“Got a cigarette?”
Victor froze for a second, then hastily pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his coat, lit one, and tucked it between Logaris’s lips.
Logaris took a long drag.
The harsh smoke rushed into his lungs and triggered a violent fit of coughing, but it also cleared his fading consciousness a little. As the nicotine coursed through his blood, it slightly suppressed the agony wracking his body.
He turned his head and looked at Leonard, who was walking over carrying Alectos.
The two men met each other’s gaze.
“Old Lion.” Logaris exhaled a ring of smoke, his voice hoarse.
“I know you’ve got a stomach full of questions.”
“So do I.”
Logaris pointed at the unconscious Alectos, then at himself.
“Let’s find somewhere to talk. But before that… let’s rest a bit.”
…
Winter City, the Duke’s Manor, the master bedroom.
The night was deep as ink.
The cold wind still howled outside the window, but after passing through multiple layers of magic formations, all that reached the room was a faint rustling sound.
Logaris sat in an armchair by the bedside, turning the completely shattered brooch over in his hand. Only a single dim magic crystal night lamp remained lit in the room, its warm yellow glow spilling over the bed.
On the bed, that small figure breathed evenly.
Sylvia lay on her side. Her long silver hair spread across most of the pillow, her brow relaxed, her sleeping face as peaceful as that of an angel.
If one had not seen it with one’s own eyes, who would have believed that this little girl, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, was the Northern Territory’s decisive and iron-blooded governor?
The effects of that bottle of Fleeting Youth were astonishing. That horrifying penetrating wound of hers had already healed, leaving behind only a faint pink scar.
Logaris could not sleep.
The brutal battle from the day kept replaying in his mind like a film in slow motion, frame by frame. Ifreles’s mockery, Sylvia’s resolve… and the power that had surged from within his body in that final moment.
That power was too intoxicating.
And too dangerous.
Logaris closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into his spiritual sea.
The mana source that had once been as calm as a still lake was no longer the same.
That near-fatal burst of Demonization had been like a violent hammer smashing hard against the barrier that had troubled him for so long.
He had already crossed the bottleneck of the Fifth Tier and stepped into the ranks of the Sixth Tier. If nothing unexpected happened, he was likely the youngest Sixth-Tier mage in history.