Reincarnated as a Red Dragon, Discipline Makes Me Stronger! Chapter 97 - Molmo’s Impregnable Defense

Blood splattered everywhere!

Molmo’s body had been slashed by several sword auras!

After all, how could Molmo possibly block all 72 of the strikes with only the threads that had enveloped his hands?!

Countless wounds instantly appeared on Molmo’s body, and blood gushed out from them!

It was a bloody scene.

The ground, the walls, and even Hercules’ face were all drenched in Molmo’s blood.

Molmo felt his strength rapidly draining from him. Suddenly his vision blurred, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Thump!

“Father, I won.”

Hercules said indifferently while looking at Molmo’s body that had slumped over.

“No, you haven’t won yet.”

“I won’t recognize your victory until Molmo’s dead.”

Osse crossed his arms over his chest and responded indifferently.

A hint of surprise flashed across Hercules’ eyes. He did not understand why his father wanted him to kill Molmo.

‘Didn’t he obtain this power just to take revenge on a dragon? Why kill him here?’

Molmo, who was lying in a pool of blood, did not have the slightest ability to resist.

However, seeing as it was a direct order from his father, Hercules dared not reject him.

Once again, Hercules pulled out his gleaming sword from its sheath.

Swish!

He hesitantly tightened his grip over the weapon while his chest rose and fell rhythmically.

This was Hercules’ first time killing someone.

Although he had killed several magical beasts in the Moldos Mountain Range at his father’s request, he had never actually killed another human being before.

However, his father’s words were absolute. If it was Osse’s order to kill Molmo, Hercules would not hesitate.

Swish…

The edge of the blade flashed with a cold gleam. Unbeknownst to Hercules, however, his majestic sword, which was made out of mithril, had been chipped.

Hercules slowly walked towards Molmo. His shoes were already soaked in Molmo’s blood.

Molmo’s warm and sticky blood had made Hercules rather unfortable, so much so that his calm demeanor had been momentarily disrupted by the disgusting sensation.

However, he quickly readjusted his emotions with a quick twitch of his eyebrows.

He brought his arms up high while he gathered strength in his arms.

“Go to Hell, Molmo.”

Hercules let out a long breath and enunciated each word slowly.

Hercules had finally put down his restraints and reservations. In this moment, Hercules’ eyes were filled with killing intent.

He was prepared to take Molmo’s life!

A mysterious aura surrounded Hercules. Although he had not used any mana, faint blue flames still appeared around him!

It was killing intent!

It was pure, unadulterated killing intent that had been condensed to the extreme!

Hercules was indeed a prodigy. Despite his first time killing another human being, he was able to muster such intense killing intent!

Even Osse, who was watching from the side, had revealed a surprised expression at this sight.

He did not expect that his son, who had always been an obedient child, to bear such powerful killing intent!

It had rivaled his own!

Hercules’ killing intent had reached its peak, and his blue flames were now burning fiercely!

Hercules’ eyes suddenly narrowed, and he fiercely swung down his sword!

Chop!

There was no technique nor finesse involved within the strike. It was a simple, violent slash.

Despite that, the speed at which he swung the blade had left an afterimage in its wake!

Clang!

However, the moment the sword struck Molmo’s neck, a loud clang suddenly rang out!

Upon closer inspection, Hercules noticed that Molmo’s neck was fortified with several black threads!

Molmo had intercepted Hercules’ most powerful strike!

Hercules could not help but narrow his eyes and subconsciously took a step back.

With the defense that Molmo manded, Hercules feared that the only way to harm him was to use magic.

‘Did Molmo really faint?’

Hercules no longer hesitated. He lunged his sword at Molmo’s heart this time!

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

These three words could be used to describe Hercules’ newest strike!

Clang!

Another familiar metallic sound rang out.

Although the blade had already pierced through Molmo’s clothes, it had failed to penetrate Molmo’s skin once more!

‘It’s the black threads again!’

‘Damn it!’

Hercules was growing impatient.

He took a deep breath, and rays of light suddenly rose from his hands.

Mana fluctuations appeared all across Hercules’ body.

He was finally using his mana!

The rays of light gathered on Hercules’ palms, and as a result, the speed at which he waved his sword had increased by twofold!

Even if Molmo was conscious, Hercules doubted that he would be able to read his movements.

“Wind spirits, heed my call! Grant me speed of a thousand winds!”

Hercules chanted.

Countless sword auras and sword silhouettes launched out from Hercules like a raging tide!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless metallic clangs rang out from Molmo’s body.

No matter where Hercules struck, a patch of black thread would appear to intercept his attack.

The defensive capabilities of Molmo’s black threads was starting to give Hercules a headache. They had intercepted his attacks time and time again, and even though Molmo had already lost consciousness, Hercules was unable to lay a single finger on Molmo.

Hercules’ terrifying barrage lasted for a full minute. Despite that, Molmo was pletely unharmed during the entire minute!