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Meanwhile, Sirzechs and others previously inside the meeting room had also reached the sky dome.
Watching the scene now displayed before them, Azazel couldn't help lightly gasping.
"This truly is... eye-opening."
The red heavenly dragon—once killed through combined full effort during the Three Factions war—now bore the young man atop his head, wildly dragon-swimming through sun-blocking ten-thousand armies.
[BOOST]! [BOOST]! [BOOST]!
[Longinus Smash]!!
Dragon roar resonated through firmament. Super-high concentration magic power torrents from spread dragon maw transformed into crimson magic cannon sweeping across sky. Wherever it passed, Fallen Angels and devils without exception evaporated on-site. Just one blink—radicals who'd come preventing negotiations above already suffered countless casualties.
The tragic scene seemingly instantly returned to that once-brutal Three Factions war.
But almost simultaneously as the magic cannon swept past, Ddraig's massive dragon body—like asteroid falling—heavily crashed onto the slowly rotating golden defensive barrier below. Then immediately bounced high back up.
He hadn't suffered external attacks. More accurately... his own mouth's light cannon recoil knocked him down. The falling force so great it even slightly tilted the defensive barrier.
"...What are you doing?" Still sitting atop the dragon head, Bokue stabilized his posture, couldn't help complaining.
"Why does firing one light cannon also blow yourself away? Are you related to Godzilla?"
"I still want to ask..."
Borrowing rebound force to re-ascend, Ddraig couldn't spare explaining his embarrassing behavior. Humming complaints.
"I don't know what's happening either. Previously always did this. Never before completely uncontrollable like this."
"Ah... I probably know."
Despite just experiencing massive impact, Bokue still sat steadily atop the dragon head. Propping his chin while briefly thinking, he reached conclusions.
"Seems when making your body earlier, materials were slightly too solid."
Not anything hard to figure out.
Simply put—if comparing Ddraig's previous body to a rally car capable of freely drifting mountain roads, then current Ddraig's body was directly strengthened into a rocket car.
Wanting to use the same driving method controlling completely heaven-earth different performance—the result could only be losing control.
"Huh? So what to do?"
"Simple. Like this."
Without excess explanation, Bokue directly placed his palm on the dragon head below.
The next moment—
[Divide]!
Internal power vanished exactly half in an instant. Ddraig—who the previous second still resembled opening thousand-times speed 3D pinball, blown everywhere by his breath's recoil—instantly stabilized form.
"Whoa, that's right!"
"Though that familiar feeling just now—could it be Albion? Wait, I've seen his wielder before. Shouldn't reach levels affecting my true body, right?"
"Indeed hasn't reached—because I did it."
Bokue lightly tapped the dragon skull below.
"Really? How's that possible?"
Having adapted to his body, Ddraig again returned among ten-thousand armies—immediately like entering no-man's land. Jetting breath while clad in dragon flame like crimson meteor streaking across sky, drawing beautiful flight trajectories above. Wherever passed, enemies perished.
While fiercely clearing field, he chatted with the young man atop.
"Weren't you previously my host? Why know Albion's techniques? Plus, this generation's White Dragon Emperor's wielder—we also met him before. Did you snatch White Dragon Emperor's Light Wings from him?"
"How's that possible..."
Bokue simply lay down carelessly.
"Just... after previously seeing him use that move, researched it slightly myself. Then simply learned it."
"Hah? Such things exist??"
Here Bokue and Ddraig resembled kings playing fish-in-barrel match—breezily laughing while killing. But for radicals' side, completely not such relaxed pleasant scene.
That was absolute hell-like scene.
"Damn it... weren't we just coming to deal with that Serafall?? What's with this dragon??"
"Th-that's no ordinary dragon! That's legendary Two Heavenly Dragons—Red Dragon Emperor Ddraig!"
"How could that level thing appear here? Plus, weren't Two Heavenly Dragons already dead??"
"Who knows—anyway hurry and flee!!"
Battlefield situation had completely fallen into one-sided circumstances.
Especially as Ddraig slowly regained body control and warmed up, radicals previously still holding "as long as I dodge, unlucky one becomes my teammate" thoughts completely collapsed.
Couldn't dodge. Completely couldn't dodge.
But... even more couldn't escape.
Though current Ddraig still in "rehabilitation" state—even mindset more playing than fighting—massive strength difference lay there. Even if radical small fries wanted abandoning combat choosing escape, just fantasy luxury.
So just under two breaths, originally densely packed radicals like heavenly soldiers encircling—in blink of eye already swept completely clean.
Only remaining was Katerea Leviathan—previously pointing at Bokue's nose making wild claims, dressed like Bayonetta from Devil May Cry.
Though she'd previously ambitiously sworn to kill Serafall reclaiming her Leviathan name, currently facing the godlike Red Dragon Emperor, could only have heart but lack power.
"Damn it, why like this..."
Katerea clenched fists tightly, eyes splitting with rage.
Her brought subordinates already dead and wounded. Previously boasted proclamations now became merciless slaps hitting her face.
Escaping naturally was current best choice. Plus, with her strength she indeed could achieve it.
But damn Serafall still lived well. How could she thus give up!
Dark red blood overflowed from lips. Katerea made her final choice.
Only this way!
"Hmm?"
Still flying searching for remaining targets, Ddraig suddenly turned his dragon head. Vision attracted toward some direction.
This power's presence is...
On the battlefield, sole remaining Katerea slightly curled up her body, arms tightly embracing herself.
The next second, massive amounts of purple "snakes" exploded from within her body. Like vines, coiling around her strip by strip. Then rapidly fusing into her body.
As "snakes" disappeared, her entire body's presence abruptly multiplied several times—directly breaking through Maou-class limits. Even surrounding surging magic power carried traces of dark ominous presence.
That's right, this power...
Borrowing external force, Katerea sharply opened eyes.
And simultaneously, that crimson magic cannon causing countless casualties among her subordinates had already approached before her eyes.
How could... retreat here!
Katerea gritted teeth, raising hands with full effort deploying defensive magic circle.
However, couldn't even persist one blink. The next moment, Ddraig's breath submerged her—person and defensive circle together—within red magic power torrent.
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