Shut Up Malevolent Dragon I Dont Want To Have Any More Children With You Chapter 627

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Claudia leaped into the air, surveying the battlefield and pinpointing the positions of the enemies near Isha. Her eyes flickered as she devised a strategy.

In an instant, blue magic circles illuminated Isha’s blind spots. Streams of water surged forth, transforming into tendrils that immobilized the dangerous creatures.

“S-class water magic: Raging Sea Prison.”

The water tendrils morphed into countless sharp ice needles, all aimed at the trapped foes.

“A-class water magic: Icy Rain Needles.”

Meanwhile, Morgan dealt with smaller, stealthier enemies. He crouched slightly, placing both hands on the ground. Cracks spread across the surface, and dark golden quicksand surged up like living creatures, shifting and shaping under his control.

Much like the Silver Dragons’ speed, the Red Dragons’ physical strength, or the Sea Dragons’ pure mastery of water magic, the Golden Sand Dragons wielded a unique ability. Using their magic, they could alter the composition of soil, transforming it into fluid quicksand. The stronger the user, the more formidable the quicksand became.

At Morgan’s level, the transmuted sand rivaled the defenses of the legendary Star Dragon King, Stah. But such a comparison was moot now—General Leon had long since vanquished Stah.

Morgan’s quicksand covered a massive area, clearing smaller enemies from the battlefield with surgical precision. The sand flowed effortlessly into every crevice, requiring only a small portion to eliminate a minor threat.

Morgan kept a sharp eye on Isha’s surroundings, particularly the ground beneath her enormous dragon form, where enemies could launch surprise attacks. It wasn’t long before a swarm of insect-like creatures rushed toward Isha’s feet.

“Bone Spikes… If they burrow inside, things could get messy.”

Morgan controlled his quicksand to intercept the insects.

“These bugs aren’t strong in direct combat, but once they latch onto a host, they burrow inside and reproduce rapidly, hollowing out the victim. While they shouldn’t be able to pierce a Dragon King’s scales, who knows what these Black Dragon Scale-enhanced creatures are capable of?”

He focused on providing cover for Isha, whose fiery rampage required precision support. Claudia, nearby, cast supportive spells to create perfect opportunities for Isha to unleash her devastating attacks.

In the distance, Constantine led a contingent to hold the enemy’s frontline, buying Isha precious time. He swung his blazing warhammer with relentless force, scattering waves of enemies.

Above the battlefield, Rosvisser darted through the sky, using her agility to disrupt enemy formations. When encountering heavily armored foes, she coordinated with her allies to unleash combination attacks like the Galactic Crimson Impact, breaking through even the toughest defenses.

“This technique sounds cheesy, but damn, it works,” she muttered.

Rebecca, leading the Lionheart Guild, focused on clearing a path for Leon and Odin. Thanks to the upgrades Leon had given them, the core members of the guild now wielded power rivaling that of Dragon Kings. Their presence in this battle was far from ornamental.

In the rear, Morgan observed the unfolding battle. Age and experience told him his role was to support from the backlines, his magic unsuitable for direct combat in such chaotic conditions. Seated on a fragment of rubble, he surveyed the scene.

He marveled at the sight of Dragon Kings and humans fighting side by side.

“The fact that the Dragon Kings can cooperate is astonishing enough. But humans… as allies?”

If someone had told him years ago that the pinnacle of dragonkind would unite not only with each other but also with humans, he’d have laughed it off. Yet here they were, working together seamlessly—except for the ever-rebellious Isha, who preferred to burn everything in sight.

“Veronica… the future we once dreamed of… it’s finally within reach.”

His gaze shifted to the dark figure atop the six-winged dragon hawk in the distance.

“Thank you, Silver Dragon Prince—no, Leon. If you’re fighting as a human, then let me call you by that name.”

…

Under the cover of the Lionheart Guild and the Dragon Kings, Leon and Odin finally neared the core of the battlefield: the sealing pillar where Shadow worked to unbind Ultimate Fear.

Leon prepared a spell to disrupt Shadow’s ritual, but a massive pelican-scaled bird swooped down, blocking his path. Elizabeth, clutching her injured shoulder, glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

“I… I won’t let you… get close to Master Shadow!”

Leon frowned. “I intended to let you live, so you could face judgment from the Empire. But now, I see that’s unnecessary.”

Elizabeth’s crimes had surpassed even those of the Imperial King Kant. She had not only betrayed her nation but also her dragonkind.

“For someone like you, death isn’t sufficient punishment.”

Leon had shown her mercy before, holding back his full strength. But now, there was no room for patience. He needed to decide who deserved a trial and who deserved immediate execution. Elizabeth had made that decision for him.

“Spare me your speeches, Leon. Just… kill me already!”

With that, the pelican-scaled bird flapped its wings, sending a barrage of bone spikes raining down. Leon’s dragon hawk responded instantly, summoning a gust of wind to deflect the projectiles.

Leon countered with a bolt of lightning, striking the bird and Elizabeth in one precise blow. Electricity coursed through them both, and they plummeted to the ground with a scream.

“AAAAAHHH!!”

With Elizabeth dispatched, Leon and Odin pressed onward toward the light pillar.

“Shadow,” Leon declared, leaping from his dragon hawk, lightning sparking in one hand and his blade in the other. “Let’s finish this!”

…

Elizabeth’s body landed amidst rubble, the impact shattering a nearby structure. Miraculously, she survived, though barely. Crawling onto a pile of debris, she closed her eyes and activated her secret skill, Celestial Eye.

“Mevis… come to Sky City… we need reinforcements…”

“Mevis… respond…”

“Mevis…”

Silence answered her pleas. She opened her eyes, frustration etched across her face.

“Damn it… Mevis, I knew I couldn’t rely on—”

The crunch of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. The sound grew closer until it stopped right in front of her.

She lifted her head, expecting Leon to finish her off. Instead, a tall, slender figure in black loomed over her, staring down with cold, indifferent eyes.

“Mevis… you’re here… stop Leon. You can’t let him reach Master Shadow…”

Mevis crouched down, gripping Elizabeth’s hair and forcing her to look up.

“Mevis… what are you—”

“For my family,” Mevis whispered, her inverted dragon pupils blazing with fury.

One word cut through the night like a blade:

“Revenge.”