"STOP AT ONCE, HUMAN!" A thunderous voice echoed through the Royal Court.
Abruptly, Anon ceased his assault on Rok, redirecting his attention to the origin of the commanding voice.
Upon fixing his gaze on the source, Anon discerned an imposing dragon, its massive form dominating the scene.
Obsidian scales adorned its body, extending from head to toe, complented by two ominous black horns, a pair of imposing wings, and eyes ablaze with a nacing yellow glow.
"Hmmm...? Who the fuck are you?" Anon asked with a zero-fuck given expression.
"You have the audacity to question our king's identity in his own royal court? Death is the price you pay," a nacing voice echoed from behind.
Anon slowly turned, only to discover a legion of dragons filling the Royal Court — the Royal Ministers at the forefront, and a horde of regular dragons in the back.
'Hmm...? When did I co here ? One, Two, Three... Okay there are too many here but still doable.' Anon thought as he continued to look around.
"Identify yourself, human," demanded 'The Fallen One.'
"I'm Anon, your friendly neighbor from the Human kingdom. Keep the party going; I'll take this outside. Sorry for the interruption. Bye-Bye, guys," Anon declared as he effortlessly dragged Rok outside.
"M-My king, S-Save ...." Rok begged as he looked at 'The Fallen one'.
"Kill him," commanded 'The Fallen One.'
Chck
In an instant, a dragon soldier swung his sword, severing Anon's head. Yet, before the severed head hits the ground, a new head was regenerated with the help of the Troll locket.
Thud
"Well, that was Rude. Is that how you treat your guests ?" Anon remarked, turning with a psychopathic smile to face the astonished dragon soldier.
"You..." the dragon soldier stamred, attempting another strike. But this ti Anon effortlessly caught the sword mid-swing.
"Let return the favour." Anon suggested, channeling Auric Energy to shatter the sword. Swift as lightning, he seized a shard, enveloped it with Auric Energy, and thrust it into the dragon soldier's neck with such speed that he couldn't react.
*Chk*
*Thud*
The soldier's lifeless body crumpled to the ground as Anon stood, unscathed and eerily calm amidst the royal court.
"How dare he kill one of us and still stand like that in our Royal Court ?"
"Kill him."
"Kill him."
....
Everyone started chanting the sa thing loudly.
"Shut Up..." 'The Fallen One' Ordered.
Imdiately silence covered the whole Royal Court and everyone started looking towards 'The Fallen One'.
He stood up from his Throne and started walking towards Anon, as he walked towards Anon, a black aura started covering his body and suddenly he turned into his Human form.
Although he was looking like a Human, his face and hands still had a hint of black Scales. His Tail was long and it wagged as he walked.
His eyes were still the sa yellow colour, but now they looked more Human like.
'The Fallen One' walked upto Anon and looked him dead in the eyes.
"I am Gerald, 'The Fallen One' and no one has ever dared to do, what you have done today. Do you have any final wishes before your death ?" Gerald asked as he released his Bloodlust on Anon.
"Hehe..." Anon simply smiled and unleashed all of his Bloodlust over the whole Royal Court.
*BOOOOOOOOOM*
As soon as Anon released his Bloodlust, everyone sitting inside the royal court froze up in their places.
"T-The Aura."
"His Aura is too strong for a Human."
"Who is he ?"
Everyone started asking questions as they looked at Anon with a surprised expression.
"You are strong, it's sad that you have to die. Why don't you join us ?" Gerald asked with a serious expression.
"Yeah ? Well, do you know... Why I am beating this guy ?" Anon asked with a smile as he pointed towards Rok.
"Why ?" Gerald asked.
"He asked the sa question..." Anon replied.
"Well, You just started a war between the humans and the dragons. I am glad, you are the ones, who started it." Gerald spoke as he turned around and started walking towards his throne.
"Burn him alive and make it painful. I want to hear him scream and beg for his life, while he burns." Gerald Commanded as he looked at his Royal Ministers.
"Yes, Sir." His seven Royal Ministers spoke in a unison as they stood up from their seats and started casting their 'Sacred Fire' skill towards Anon.
"A room, Full of lambs... Who are about to be chopped by the Wolf. How exciting.... Hahahahaha." Anon spoke as he laughed like a maniac and summoned his Arcane Slayers.
Lifting them upwards, Anon used his skill...
Suddenly a Very big Shadow covered the whole mountain and all the magic inside the mountain was eliminated.
"Hmm...? What is-" Before Gerald could've said anything, he transford back into his dragon form against his will.
"W-What is happening ?"
"I don't know..."
"Why did I turn back into my dragon form ?"
All the dragons, who were present inside the royal court in their Human forms started turning back into their real form as soon as the magic inside the mountain was eliminated.
Even Rok turned back to his dragon form.
"I can't use 'Sacred Fire' ?"
" too..."
"Can you ?"
"No."
"Not only 'Sacred Fire', I can't use any of my spells."
"Yeah..."
...
All the seven Royal Ministers were confused to why they can't use the 'Sacred Fire' spell or any other magic.
"Human, What did you do ?" Gerald asked with an angry expression.
"A full Royal Court filled with Dragons and One human. How stupid will it sound, If the news got out that, one human killed all of you, with his bare hands ?" Anon asked with a psychopathic smile as he rolled eyes towards everyone standing in the Royal Court.
"Y-You are bluffing... I don't sense any magic coming out of your body as well." One of the Royal Ministers spoke.
"Yes, you are as vulnerable as we all are." Another one Added.
"Yeah ? Let's see... If you can say that after this..." Anon spoke as he walked over Rok's body and grabbed his right wing with his bare hand.
*Chhhhhk*
Without any delay, Anon used the Auric Energy and teared Rok's right wing apart from his body.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...." Rok shouted so loudly that the rocks over the mountain started vibrating.
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