Lightning churns in the sky, the clouds turning from crimson to dark. At once, the pressure on the tattooed-faced man multiplied, causing him to grit his teeth.
Uncle Drake lifted his hand and spoke.
"I stand in the na of justice. By the will of the Primal One—the Undying Dragon—I invoke the ancient decree of the Primordial Chaos Dragon. Grant your eternal fury, that I may smite my enemy and deliver peace unto the restless dead."
RUMBLE! RUMBLE!! RUMBLE!!!
All over the planet, every living soul raised its head and looked up. Up in the clouds, a terrifying dragon head appeared, just clear enough for its large reddish-gold eyes to gaze down on everyone.
At once, everyone, be it the three kings or the other two warlords, and even so hidden monsters who would put the warlords to sha, dropped to their knees and bowed, fear enveloping them.
Their bodies shook like a massage chair, so even passing out.
anwhile, when the colossal dragon head appeared, Uncle Drake looked up and t its gaze. Then, as if reminded of sothing, he smirked. The dragon said nothing. It rely looked down lazily at Uncle Drake and the others before a crack appeared on one of its scales.
Then a small part of it broke off and flew toward Uncle Drake. When it arrived before him, golden flas surrounded it for a mont before it transford into a dagger.
"Really?" Uncle Drake lifted his head and looked at the dragon. However, sparing him not even a glance, it receded into the clouds, and the pressure it brought vanished.
Uncle Drake sighed and muttered:
"If that was just 5% of your power, I wonder how much you had given to him."
He regarded the dagger for a few seconds before reaching for it. When his palm wrapped around it, a terrifying power surged through his body.
At once, he went from an Immortal Monarch to a demigod, his untad power surging like a cosmic sea. Though temporary, he now has the power to match the tattooed-faced man.
Talk about him, he seed to have already recovered when the dragon head left.
He stood up, but instead of attacking, he seed uneasy about sothing as he gazed at Uncle Drake. His instinct scread at him to run, but he knew that would be impossible.
"Hahahahaha... That is what I am talking about," Uncle Drake laughed. Then he turned and looked at the tattooed-faced man.
"You are dead at." The poor man was too late to raise his defense. His chest was pierced, and before he could make sense of how that happened, his face was slashed by a razor-sharp claw.
Uncle Drake narrowed, flas igniting in his eyes as he pulled out his dagger. Then he attacked again, and yet again the tattooed man failed to block it.
'Just what is happening?' he said inwardly, his mind failing to comprehend the sheer form of danger he had found himself in.
"AaaaHhhhh!" He scread when a powerful kick from a foot coated in tallic dragon scales slamd into his balls. He was shot back, crashing through several buildings.
Yet again, Uncle Drake gave him no breather.
Avotha saw this and smiled. His expression changed, taking on a twisted, evil smile.
"Ah, looks like soone is stealing my thunder." He grinned, and then his clothes transford, revealing black-and-red tallic armor around his body.
On his forehead, a Death tattoo glowed, and a third eye opened.
"How about I use 60% of my power now?" He moved and appeared overhead of Warlord Biana. Then, with a stomp, his right foot shot at Warlord Biana.
She gritted her teeth and crossed her spear, hoping to block it. Waves of energy swirled around her, reinforcing both her body and spear.
She did block the attack, but the impact created a crater. She wasn't even done falling when Avotha appeared overhead again.
Another attack from his foot slamd into Warlord Briana, and the crater turned into a deep hole. They vanished into its dark maw, unsure of who would be erging alive. Though from the look of things, the Death Dragon Avotha seed to have the upper hand.
On the outside, Vargus was also teaching his opponents a good lesson. The wound he sustained from the spear healed. Now, however, his opponents were the ones littered with several injuries.
Before, Vargus was rely using a construct of his soul weapon. Now, however, he had manifested the true form of the Great Oblivion Axe.
While it isn't the sa terrifying spear that was personally tempered in the blood of many Celestials, he can harness at least 5% of its true power now.
The two demigods stood no chance against such power, and that was clear from how they were being trashed.
Axiom still hadn't shown his main body. However, it now appeared that he had beco one with the void. Unfortunately, too, for the immortals around, the reason the Void Beasts were feared was that, as they killed, their hunger to kill more seed to grow.
Now, the sa was happening as Axiom and Kailan slaughtered all around. Kailan's speed only seems to increase as he moves, killing left, right, and center.
The formation had lost its power, so Fero was locked in as well. Because of the scale of the battle, he transford into his True Dragon form and locked into a fight with two Immortal Lords.
He personally requested that, so Axiom and Kailan didn't bother to co to his aid even when he was in danger.
As an undead linked to both the tower and a master, death is really not sothing he has to fear. But then again, even if he will also die when his master dies, since Yi Lai is linked to Kent and Kent is the master of the tower, she too cannot die unless Kent does.
But even if Kent were to do so, would the tower really die? There is his soul universe too. In a way, he is an immortal on a different level of madness.
The battle was both chaotic and furious.
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anwhile, back inside the harem tower, Kent and Inaya were relaxing in a bathtub, playing with each other's bodies. Kent's hand was all over Inaya's breast while she was busy with his dick.
Suddenly, his eyes glowed golden, releasing a strange energy.
He blinked a few tis, and then a wave of energy surged from his body. This caught Inaya's attention, so she turned and looked at him.
"Everything alright?"
Kent didn't reply. Instead, he remained still for a few monts, almost as if he was recalling sothing. When he finally blinked, a faint smile ford on his face.
"Oh... So you are back, huh?"
"Who?" Inaya asked, her brow raised.
"A friend of mine who lived during the Primordial Era." He grabbed Inaya by the waist and lifted her out of the tub. "Dress up, we are going sowhere."
Just now, he received a part of his mories that involved his rivalry and eventual friendship with another dragon who was equally terrifying.
During the Primordial Era, for a few million years, he was asured against this dragon. Later, however, Chaos surpassed him, but the gap between them wasn't that vast.
During the Great War, they fought side by side. Chaos witnessed how his friend fell. Naturally, his death, among others, was what pushed Chaos to use the Spell of Origin as the last-ditch effort to save the universe.
Sensing he was back and had even invoked his na, he knew he had to see him. This also ans his pleasure ti with Inaya had co to an end.
He had no idea why he invoked his na, but since he did, it ant he had recovered his mories. To be able to invoke his na, he needed to have the mark of Chaos. He gave that mark to him a few minutes before he fell during the Great War.
Inaya nodded and pressed a necklace. Her body was soon clad in a gown that did a good job of showing her curves and holding her breasts in place. Her cleavage glimred under the dim light.
Kent looked at her and smiled. "Beautiful as ever."
There was no makeup or other accessories; however, her beauty ca out flawless.
Walking toward her, he held her by the waist and kissed her. Then they vanished.
The next mont they appeared, the first thing they saw was a brute slashing off the arm of a demigod.
"VARGUS..."
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