CHAPTER 207: ATTACKING ONESELF!?

The fight lasted for a short time, less than half an hour, and it was pretty much all decided. Despite Zarek’s help, without any top power to hold the reins, it was basically impossible for the human army to win. Bit by bit, Drayken and the others were already stepping into the territory of the Dragon Kingdom.

It was only a matter of time before they completely entered the Dragon Kingdom’s territory. And if the humans dared to enter...

Well, they simply wouldn’t dare.

Even a human Telekinetic Paragon wouldn’t so easily step into the dragons’ territory—

Because they would be instantly smitten by the Supreme Dragon King.

Drayken and the others continued on their path and were finally about to step into it.

However, at that moment, Zarek suddenly flew in, lunging toward them in a flash with the help of his sword.

"How dare you come back, mere bug?" Duke Igris growled, about to cast a spell at him.

Drayken stopped him with a slight shake of his head, then turned his gaze to Zarek. His pupils reflected Zarek’s figure as he spoke in a low whisper:

"I will attack."

In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened, filled with black clouds as thunder boomed and brewed.

Then, it gathered, surging in a flash and struck his body.

Bang!

Drayken was struck by the lightning, and his bloodline ignited. He felt infinite power coursing through his body, his Aura surging outward and condensing, shaping into a katana in his hand.

Gripping it tightly, he grinned.

"Aura Spell: Lightning Aura."

In one smooth motion, he slashed at the incoming Zarek, sending a black lightning arc toward him.

Zarek, facing the incoming black lightning slash, didn’t show a hint of fear. Instead, he charged straight into it.

Fortunately, the slash couldn’t cut through his tough body, but the power of the black lightning was no joke.

Even with his skill to control lightning and his natural affinity for it, the black lightning was simply too powerful.

Zarek roared in pain and agony, his entire frame engulfed in black lightning. His bones and internal structure were visible through the sheer intensity of the energy, almost as if he were inside an X-ray machine.

Drayken shook his head with nonchalance. The katana dissolved back into his Aura, and the sky cleared of lightning. He spoke in a cold tone:

"Fool."

"Should we make sure we’ve killed that brat?" Duke Igris asked, narrowing his eyes.

Drayken’s pupils shifted toward Duke Igris with a calm, collected gaze. But that gaze alone sent a shiver down the Duke’s spine.

"So..." Duke Igris hesitated, feeling as though he should apologize.

"It’s fine," Drayken said with a gentle smile. "If we delay here any longer, they’ll catch up."

He pointed at the sky, his eyes narrowing.

The dragons followed his gaze. Even though they couldn’t sense or see anything, their hearts began to pound like war drums.

Their draconic instincts screamed at them: run, hide.

It was the instinct born from an absolute difference in strength.

"Yes," Drayken said quietly.

Everyone turned and ran in unison, moving at the fastest speed they could muster. They shifted into their dragon forms and launched into the sky.

To their relief, the presence above the clouds didn’t attack. Drayken and the others finally reached the Dragon Kingdom in one piece.

Synthia shifted into her human form and leapt into Drayken’s arms. Her fists were clenched, and cold sweat poured down her forehead as she whispered:

"That was scary, but also exciting."

Drayken raised his hand, his finger reaching toward the bruise on Synthia’s forehead, causing her to wince in pain. His face turned expressionless.

"Who injured you?"

"Don’t worry," Synthia squirmed in Drayken’s embrace, "I already took my revenge."

She grinned.

After all, she was a warrior too, someone who deeply desired to fight on the battlefield.

At first, Drayken hadn’t wanted to bring her into danger, but not bringing her would have been a sign of disrespect. She was a warrior, after all, of course she had to be there.

As Synthia rested in his embrace, Rowena came over, wagging her tail and asking for pats.

Drayken let out a helpless sigh and patted her head.

***

Back at the scene, the black lightning finally subsided, and Zarek fell to the ground like a corpse, motionless.

At that moment, the clouds parted, and the figure of a man revealed himself.

He had long green hair and wore a royal crown atop his head. His garments were made of the finest silk and the strongest material, befitting a king.

His demeanor was regal, radiating unquestionable might as he stood effortlessly upon the void itself.

"I didn’t expect the Supreme Dragon King himself to appear before me," he said with a pleasant smile, speaking to the seemingly empty air before him.

"Hmph." A dissatisfied tone echoed in response, and silence fell once more.

The man sighed:

"Sigh, what lengths must I go to for my dear granddaughter?"

The green-haired king shook his head, his face full of reluctance. His eyes fell upon Zarek’s corpse-like state.

"Did I come all this way to save a corpse?" he muttered with a bitter smile and a glint of disdain in his eyes.

But then, in front of the stunned gaze of the Telekinetic Paragon, Zarek stood up and casually dusted off his body, revealing a perfectly recovered form, uninjured and radiating power from every inch of his being.

"Eh, how!?" Even the Paragon stared in disbelief at Zarek’s pristine, fully healed body.

Zarek, having risen, stretched as a newfound energy surged through him.

"It worked."

A blue panel flashed before his eyes.

But his gaze turned first toward the green-haired man wearing the crown.

"And who might you be?"

"You," the man said as he descended from the sky and landed softly on the ground, looking at Zarek with a pleasant expression, "are the General of my empire."

"Are you the King of the Ragnorak Empire?"