Chapter 443

"I wondered where you got this scar…… It was you?"

Arcaia smiled brightly.

Over the young face of the Primordial Dragon, a 10,000-year-old murderous intent and gladness rippled simultaneously.

The child smoothly stroked his chest. A faint, single line of a scar that had not faded over time was reflected there.

"My dad was jumping up and down telling me to kill you immediately, but I just let you go, right? Because you're my food. That I would tear you apart and eat you myself later."

Like a little kid sitting in front of a grand feast, Arcaia stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Then he lightly flicked his finger in the empty air.

Ttak―!

At that single light sound, the giant dragons trampling the battlefield simultaneously stopped in their tracks.

The Impregnable Fortress Granit.

The Greedy Aureon.

The Execution Dragon Shrike.

Even Elaudia and Linax.

The 10,000-year-old Ancient Dragons, who had been running wild having lost their reason until just a moment ago, tucked their tails, backed away, and bowed their heads like well-tamed hunting dogs.

Arcaia stepped forward, parting through them.

Facing Kim Minwoo and the four Legion Commanders head-on, he smiled brightly.

"Looking at it now, it seems to have been an excellent choice. So…… bring it on, all of you. Let's see how much you've grown."

It was arrogance itself.

But the Dragon Lord is a cosmic disaster overflowing with the qualification to be so.

"……Fun."

Kim Minwoo cracked his neck and raised Hell Rhapsody. The Age of Dragons in the Demon Realm in the past.

Kim Minwoo had landed a finale on that bastard and left a scar.

Right after, he was hit by a punch that flew in, and had to flee packed like luggage into the portal Elaudia opened, with burst intestines and broken bones.

Since then, time had passed.

'The Dragon Lord. By his standard, a whopping 10,000 years.'

The time he met the Dragon Lord in the past was 10,000 years ago.

In other words, there is a gap of 10,000 years between the Dragon Lord he clashed with then and the Dragon Lord now.

Naturally, the current Dragon Lord would be far stronger than the Dragon Lord of the past.

'Let's find out.'

How far it'll work.

A cold command fell from between Kim Minwoo's lips.

[Deploying skill, Descent (EX)!]

Paaaaaat―!

The pitch-black divine status of the Death Lord completely covered the sky of the Eastern Witch Coven.

At the same time, the four Legion Commanders shot like lightning toward Arcaia.

Vulcan, standing at the vanguard, roared and slammed hellfire onto the boy's head.

Following that, Cedric's blood-red spear aura, which split even space, aimed for Arcaia's heart, and Olivia's shadow blades flawlessly blocked his blind spots.

On top of that, Merhen's absolute zero froze the atmosphere completely around Arcaia.

The legion of disaster surging from all directions.

Right in the middle of that overwhelming offensive, Arcaia suddenly touched his chest.

The murky knowledge and sticky madness the Outer God had shoved into his mind. The one memory that remained vivid, never erased even within that crazed mind.

Throb.

'Ah, really.'

He did so well rejecting the Outer God's words to tear him to death immediately back then and letting him go alive.

The guy who was nothing more than a struggling petty thief rat in the past was now boldly spewing the status of a Higher God looking down on the universe, wasn't he. .

At that massive and sweet smell, Arcaia's entire body trembled with joy.

"Ahahaha! Ahahahaha!"

The innocent little kid's smile instantly tore bizarrely to his ears, transforming into the crazed laughter of a ferocious predator.

"I really, really did well leaving you be! To think you'd return ripened this perfectly!"

As if entranced, Arcaia stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and extended a small, white fist.

An extreme compression crumpling the volume of space into a single point.

Kwaaaaaang―!

It was a single clash.

The Demon Realm's No. 1 hellfire was torn like a sheet of paper, and Cedric's spear aura shattered to pieces.

Olivia coughed up blood and bounced out of the shadow, and Merhen's ice domain shattered like breaking glass.

But there was one thing that wasn't breached.

"Oh my?"

A man who took Arcaia's fist head-on and didn't even get pushed back half a step.

Kim Minwoo was receiving the compressed fist, as if crushing it, with the blade of Hell Rhapsody.

"You're sturdy, aren't you?"

"If you don't want your teeth broken, chew softly, kid."

As each other's magic power and divine status clashed head-on, terrible sparks flew.

In the past, he was hit by this single strike and flew out of the universe. But right now, he was evenly matching strength, chewing and swallowing the bastard's pressure head-on.

"Hahaha! Really fun! Do it more! More!"

The crazed Arcaia threw punches consecutively.

Kwang! Kwaang! Kwagagang!

Every time Hell Rhapsody and the fists clashed, roars and shockwaves like small nuclear bombs detonating exploded.

"Kyaaaaaak!"

"The buildings! The magic towers are collapsing!"

The main base of the Eastern Witch Coven could not endure those terrible shockwaves and began to collapse as if an earthquake had struck.

Ananke coughed up blood and squeezed out barriers, but it was far from enough to block the aftermath of the brawl between two transcendents.

Kwang―!

Pushing Arcaia away with Hell Rhapsody, Kim Minwoo kicked off the floor and shot up vertically.

It was a leap piercing through the atmosphere in a single breath toward the pitch-black space of the universe.

"Where are you going! We have to play together!"

Spewing crazed laughter, Arcaia shot up to space following behind him. Cedric and the Legion Commanders also drew blood-red trajectories without delay and chased after their master's tail.

The desolate universe where only starlight shone dimly.

There were no buildings to break or refugees to worry about here.

"Here, I can comfortably beat him to death."

Shuuuuung―!

Arcaia, flying in tearing through space, surged toward Kim Minwoo.

The deep blue magic power neural network stretching from Kim Minwoo's forearms to his entire body burned fiercely like blood vessels.

[The Maestro of the Underworld (EX) perfectly synchronizes with the legion through the magic power neural network!]

[Authority is downloaded in real-time to the 30 Dragon Tooth Soldier royal guards via the sub-routers (4 Legion Commanders)!]

Paaaaat―!

Thirty elite Dragon Tooth Soldiers lined up in the vacuum.

The runes symbolizing each Legion Commander simultaneously spewed light on every skeleton.

These guys were perfect replicas of ace pilots, passively sharing the unique authority and combat experience of each Legion Commander without even a 0.001-second delay.

With Vulcan's ferocious roar, the 7 royal guards assigned to him simultaneously opened their jawbones.

As the main body's hellfire was amplified riding the magic power neural network, pillars of black flame that would melt even the universe poured toward Arcaia from eight directions.

"Ahaha! It's hot! But it's too sluggish so it misses!"

It was the moment Arcaia compressed and twisted space, leisurely trying to slip between them.

『Slow down.』

Merhen's chilling heavenly word forcefully echoed in the vacuum of space.

Even a Primordial Dragon who had awakened the mystery of compression could not help but have his movements slowed for a split second before the language of absolute law containing the divine status of a Higher God.

And that perfectly created blind spot opening.

Matching the intention of the main commander, the 8 mage Dragon Tooth Soldiers, who had already finished casting, simultaneously extended their staffs. Chains of absolute zero shot out like lightning from the blind spots of the black flame and ensnared the boy's ankles and wrists.

Seugak!

Seugeogeok!

The stronger the light, the darker the shadow becomes.

From the thick shadow of the universe created by hellfire and ice, Olivia and the 7 assassin Dragon Tooth Soldiers popped out. Blades of execution without sound or presence relentlessly slashed Arcaia's entire body.

"Ouch! These things are really acting annoying!"

Surging with annoyance, Arcaia swung his fist trying to tear the shadows apart, but one step faster, the front of the battlefield was dyed red.

― Maintain formation! Entire army thrust!

Cedric and the 8 Dragon Knight Dragon Tooth Soldiers charged while forming a line formation.

Nine blood-red spears fused into a single massive spear aura through the magic power neural network.

An overwhelming flash that would pierce even a planet.

And the Maestro perfectly coordinating the fierce attack of that entire legion.

Kim Minwoo raised Hell Rhapsody and put the finishing touch.

[Skill, Compression (EX) is overlaid onto the legion's joint attack!]

Hellfire and chains of absolute zero pouring from all directions.

Blades of shadows.

Add to that Cedric's blood-red spear strike.

Under the command of the Death Lord, heterogeneous magic powers were compressed into a single perfect murderous intent and slammed directly into Arcaia's small body.

Kwaaaaaaaang―!

Flash!

Although it was the vacuum of space without even air to transmit sound, the flash and wave spewed by the magic power explosion created a grand spectacle as if a single star was being annihilated in real-time.

From the debris of the explosion, Arcaia revealed his figure. The tips of his pure white hair were scorched, and a minute scratch on his small, white cheek.

Another flaw had been made on the jade body of the Primordial Dragon boasting absolute immortality.

"Hahaha! I'm really not breaking! I'm really sturdy! But……"

The smile completely faded from Arcaia's face.

The empty vertical pupils glared at Kim Minwoo as if they would tear him to death.

"It stung a little. A very little bit. Annoyingly."

Kim Minwoo roughly wiped the bloody water near his mouth with his sleeve and laughed roughly.

'In the past, I was busy getting hit and flying away. Now even our underlings can scratch your cheek. I've become capable of rubbing shoulders.'

Arcaia stopped in the air and brought both hands together.

"But we've played too long. Jokes end here. Time to slowly eat!"

Uuuung―!

Between the two hands of the Primordial Dragon, a terrible blood-red sphere that seemed to have crumpled an entire star began to condense. The surrounding interstellar matter and even light were sucked into that bizarre gravity field. Space itself twisted, and a massive hole was about to be pierced in the universe.

When they first met in the Demon Realm, compression was at the level of crushing a single planet.

But right now, he's crumpling an entire star.

He couldn't even guess how much that kid had honed compression in the meantime.

"Here, try blocking this!"

Just as Arcaia was about to throw that terrible sphere of ruin at Kim Minwoo.

Jijijik.

From the hologram communicator plugged into Kim Minwoo's ear, a dry yet absolutely reliable synthesized voice flowed out.

[Ppibik. Captain. Coordinate pinpointing complete. Executing direct warp.]

"……Uh?"

Arcaia's movement stopped.

The boy's gaze headed behind Kim Minwoo's back, to the endlessly stretching dark space of the universe.

Kugugugugugung―!

An overwhelming rupturing sound physically tearing apart the dimension and the universe itself, not even comparable to the energy Arcaia was condensing.

The pitch-black universe was torn open like a canned food lid, and an overwhelming lump of iron aggressively shoved its bow through that massive gap.

Total length 150km.

The strongest decisive battle weapon in the galaxy, fused with technological prowess.

The space mothership Mary.

"Wh, what is that……?"

Even Arcaia stared blankly and muttered, his eyes wide open before a lump of iron of a scale he had never seen before.

Chiiiiing―.

As the massive hologram panel of the mothership Mary was projected into space, the figure of a skeleton maid wearing a purple ribbon appeared.

[Master. You looked like you needed firepower support, so I came to meet you from Earth.]

Tens of thousands of quantum beam cannons and main guns embedded in the front of the massive mothership simultaneously set their red crosshairs toward Arcaia, who was in the form of a ten-year-old boy.