Fairy Tail: Igneel's eldest son in Anime Multiverse Chapter 422: Charles’s Secret Weapon

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Earth-shaking blasts kept rolling through Purgatory, the ground trembling nonstop. The Demon King was in a rage, laying waste to everything around him without restraint.

At first, Charles tried to tank the Demon King's opening blows, but he quickly changed tactics.

A god is a god; at full power, the Demon King possessed strength far beyond Charles. And Charles wasn't so masochist who enjoyed punishnt—of course he wasn't going to keep trading blows head-on.

Flaming dragon wings beat behind him as Charles twisted in midair, slipping past the down-swinging greatsword yet again.

He had also found the Demon King's weakness. That enormous body, while it granted unfathomable power, also burdened his movent.

Yes, devouring Purgatory's power had kept making the Demon King stronger—but strength not gained through training always cos with a few side effects, however mighty.

Seeing liodas already standing before the Gate of Purgatory, the Demon King grew more irritable.

He had gone to such lengths to hollow out liodas's soul, turning his body into the most suitable vessel for his own descent.

If liodas got away, who knew how much trouble it would cause him.

Fury rising, the Demon King stopped slashing at Charles and instead raised his sword to the sky.

"Void!"

A black, spherical space ford, and the airborne Charles was instantly crushed to the ground.

If the earlier pressure had been his unconscious aura leaking from sheer power, this was that force driven to its limit.

The air within the sphere warped, and Charles was pinned under a sudden surge of gravity.

The Demon King had no intention of finishing Charles; he strode to chase liodas instead.

"Told you—your opponent is !"

His steps halted. He glanced back to see Charles slowly straightening up. A pillar of fla speared skyward, ripping straight through the black energy layer.

The barrier the Demon King himself had set was torn apart in an instant and dissolved into nothingness.

Riding the updraft of fire, Charles shot back into the sky.

"Fire Dragon King's Crushing Fist!"

In that towering blaze, the Demon King seed to see a crimson-scaled dragon soar out, a clenched dragon fist driving at him.

With a thunderous bang, his massive body tilted like a collapsing hill, a searing fist-mark glaring on his chest.

"We're not done yet!"

Sliding back half a step from his punch, Charles lifted a leg, deep-red flas coiling up his shin.

"Fire God Dragon's Hook Claw!"

Humans called it by that na, but Ignia truly was a dragon bearing a god's title. His Fla of Ruin absolutely rivaled divine fire.

Charles kicked the Demon King's sweeping greatsword; the touch lted a gaping hole straight through the blade, and the follow-up strike drove the Demon King two steps backward.

And in that ti, liodas and Ban had already leapt into the exit from Purgatory.

Watching this, the Demon King's fury blasted to the heavens. Purgatory's sky darkened under his wrath, and his raging magic conjured torrents of black lightning.

All that boundless rage now had only one target: Charles, who had stayed behind.

"Human, you will pay for this unforgivable sin!"

"Try —if you can," Charles said, unconcerned.

The Demon King's eyes flared with a piercing red light. In the next instant, his greatsword flashed in a horizontal cut and sent Charles flying.

This slash was far faster than before—it struck before Charles could guard.

The Dragonfla Battle Gear at Charles's waist shattered, scattering into red motes of magic.

He understood it clearly now: earlier, the Demon King's heart hadn't been in the fight against him. Only now was he showing his true strength.

Retracting his blade, the Demon King said, "Very well. Behold a god's power."

Charles wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a mad grin on his face.

"Just what I wanted."

He didn't back down. Faced with the Demon King taking things seriously, he charged first.

"Ants should crawl on the ground!"

The Demon King extended his palm. Dark magic gathered in it, then fanned out as countless black beams scythed toward Charles.

He slipped past a few, letting them erupt in a chain of explosions behind him, but another beam nailed him squarely and shoved him far back.

He seized the beam with both hands and tore it in half, then drove his fists out to smash through several more at once.

The Demon King's assault didn't let up. As Charles batted aside the final beam, the greatsword ca down.

With a booming crash, the blade split the land, sinking most of its length into the ground.

The Demon King narrowed his eyes. Through the dust, he saw Charles sprinting up the sword's spine.

Accelerating again, Charles vaulted the last stretch, flas condensing around him for another burst of speed. He was about to drive a fist into the Demon King—

A giant black palm swatted across, the gust scattering the dust entirely—and swatted Charles out of the air.

Watching Charles smash into the ground like a cannonball, the Demon King wore a cruel, satisfied smile.

He was just about to check the Gate of Purgatory to see if he could still snatch liodas back when Charles's voice ca again from behind.

"Where are you going? Our fight isn't over."

"You are persistent, human," the Demon King said, extrely displeased. "But toughness alone is useless."

Charles rolled his aching shoulder. Truth be told, no one had pushed him this far in a long ti—the last one had been Ignia.

Unlike thrill-seeking Ignia, however, the Demon King wanted him dead.

This ti there was no \\[Dragonslayer] bonus to lean on, and the opponent had \\[Demon King], the magic that inverts magical attacks. No question—this fight was far harsher.

All the better to set his blood boiling.

"Less talk. I just finished loosening up."

Flas erupted off him, and he vanished.

His Developnt Ability, "Fighter"—a rarity even the god Hephaestus had never seen—proved invaluable here.

Wounded or not, his fighting spirit only surged higher, and his flas burned hotter.

Before the Demon King could react, a heavy punch slamd the top of his head, snapping a horn off his helt.

"Your power… increased!"

He drove Charles back with a sword stroke and roared, "What are you?"

Exhaling a white breath, Charles said, "Just a passing Dragonslayer. Rember that."

Answering the god's deathbed question, Charles rushed back in.

Black and red lights crisscrossed. The deafening detonations never once stopped, rumbling on for two days and a night.

The Demon King ramd his greatsword into the ground, his breathing kicking up gale after gale.

He couldn't rember the last ti he'd fought at such intensity. With his might, he could battle for dozens or hundreds of years without fatigue, yet after a re day and a half, even he felt a hint of weakness.

Across from him, Charles was in far worse shape. Over eighty percent of his Dragonfla Battle Gear was shattered; his body was laced with wounds; one arm hung limp at his side, blood dripping into a small pool. He looked ready to collapse at any mont.

"For my son, you went this far. Was it worth it?" the Demon King said coldly.

"Not just for liodas," Charles replied, ragged as he was. "I'm having a great ti."

"In that case," the Demon King said, "die with that feeling."

"I'm not dying here," Charles smiled. "I've got a lot left to do."

He produced a vial and raised it to his lips.

The Demon King didn't stop him. No potion, however miraculous, could alter the inevitable.

Sure enough, after he drank, many of Charles's wounds closed, but it was only a veneer of strength.

He flexed his nded arm and took out sothing else.

A tal coffer—through the filigree you could see a clear crystal within, and inside the crystal, a roiling black gas.

"What is that?"

He would never assu Charles had pulled out sothing useless—his instincts scread that this boded ill.

"In my holand there's a principle," Charles said. "Dragons are best slain by dragon power; demonic force is best for hunting demons. So to fight a god like you—what power should I use?"

Watching him move, the Demon King knew on instinct he couldn't let Charles—and especially that thing—get close.

"Begone!"

He roared and unleashed nearly all his magic.

Suddenly, a searing pain flared in his chest. He looked down to see a blaze roaring where Charles had struck him earlier.

It was the wound Charles had left before. Throughout the fight, Charles had been compressing fla into it, feeding it in until this mont, when he detonated it all at once.

For the Demon King, it was a re scratch—easily healed—but it opened a gap in his offense.

Charles didn't miss. A Fire Dragon's Roar tore apart the dark energy surging to et him.

By the ti the Demon King blew away all the flas, Charles had already fallen back far away—racing for the Gate of Purgatory.

"Run? Never!"

He moved to give chase—then noticed the coffer Charles had held was now lodged in his chest, its tal casing flaking apart.

He had no ti to react. The black gas within the crystal went wild. Cracks webbed the crystal, and in less than a second it shattered completely.

The black gas burst free of its double shell, and the first thing it corroded was, of course, the Demon King.

"What is… this?"

From the spot where the coffer was embedded, his black flesh turned ashen gray. He dropped to one knee, and black, sludge-like matter spilled from his crimson eyes.

"Curse you, human!"

He raised his head just in ti to see Charles, a triumphant smile on his face, tipping backward into the Gate of Purgatory.

Chasing was out of the question—he couldn't even move.

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