First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1282: Workout With Friends!

The army of the Celestial Court is very unified in it’s movements.

Like a wave of gold, they attack as one, charging as one from all directions and leaving their opponents no route of escape.

But their opponents weren’t usually Tathamets.

Belloc moved first and shot into the sky.

As he ascended, he wrapped his body in a suffocating black-ish gray mist.

When he reached the very midst of the army, Belloc unfurled his body rapidly, and an explosion of grey mist rushed out.

The substance hardened as soon as the young prince pushed his power into the individual particles.

As they expanded and solidified, the dust took the form of a giant phantom tree.

The seemingly gaseous branches pierced men and women better than any sword. If they didn’t stab the immortal army outright, then just a single breath of the deathly miasma was enough to rob them of the immortality that they took such pride in.

However, if the Celestials believed that was all they had in store for them, they were sorely mistaken.

Belloc drew his massive greataxe from the darkness inside his hoodie.

He spun the nearly 20-ton weapon around on his fingers as easily as if it were a ballpoint pen. He drew in fierce gusts of wind as he spun his axe faster and faster, completely throwing off the immortals’ ability to fight properly.

As his clawed feet landed on one of the branches of the deathly tree, he raised his axe overhead, parting his lips. All of his beautiful white teeth were sharpened to calamitous points.

“HORRORS! TO ME!!”

As if that were all they had been waiting for, the dark army of the dragons burst through the clouds, roaring and letting loose their abominable screeches.

Howls of pain and surprise came from the army of the Celestial Court. Many of them had never seen abyssal creatures before, and the impression they left on the psyche was one that certainly required some getting used to.

A single moment of hesitation, caused by their own paralyzing fear, was all the time the horrors needed to close the immortals in their jaws.

No matter their terror, Belloc remained the most fearsome thing in the air.

The young prince was a horrific opponent to face.

Proficient in wielding his very large axe as if it were a simple spear, he cut through entire rows of immortals in single swipes. The terror he imbued was only compounded when, not even a second later, he transformed into a two-headed black dragon and choked the sky with necrotic flames.

Unconsciously, Zahara swooned at the sight. The proud smile on her lips couldn’t be hidden as she snapped up photos to send to her husband and wife.

“Ah… My little Bell-Bell just grew up so fast…”

A loud metal clash came from behind Zahara.

She glanced over her head where a massive barbed iron staff was currently being held at bay by nothing but her tail.

“Wu-Wu, do you see him?? My baby boy’s as cool as his daddy now!”

More than thirty different Wukongs lunged on top of the staff and ran toward her, all smiling wryly.

“He’s a regular chip off the old block, that one! He mirrors all thirteen of you to a tee!”

“Aww, thank you!”

The first Wukong thrusted his staff toward Zahara, commanding it to grow until a wall of spiked iron was about to crush the dragon mother.

One hand in her pocket, Zahara flipped into the air and landed atop the staff without making a sound.

By the time her bare feet hit the metal, she was holding a pure white swordspear with a golden blade.

The Wukongs attacked her fiercely. Zahara was forced into parrying, dodging, and jumping as if her life depended on it. However, she never seemed to genuinely struggle.

Wukong was an absolute powerhouse of a deity. He could stomp out any smaller pantheon on his own any day of the week.

As he fought with Zahara, he produced more and more clones from the individual hairs on his body, and then those clones also began to produce clones themselves…

In five minutes, there were over two million different clones. In ten, there were upwards of seventy.

The abyssal horrors and the Celestial army were initially rather close in number.

However, Wukong singlehandedly turned those statistics on their head.

It was a tremendous help to the immortals who were being slaughtered only moments before. They could not kill the abyssal denizens, but working together, they could forcibly seal them.

In this battle, drawing out the conflict would only be more and more disadvantageous for the dragons. And yet, Zahara never seemed like she was in a rush to finish things quickly.

“I just can’t tell what he’s thinking all the time, you know??” Zahara sidestepped another thrust of Wukong’s staff. Lunging in close, she drove her knee into the monkey king’s midsection.

Wukong cast a spell instantaneously, hardening his form until it became like metal.

When Zahara’s knee finally connected, cracks spread along his stomach as his body rocketed off toward a distant mountain.

“Sometimes, when we’re alone, and he hasn’t said anything to me in a while, I just find myself wondering like ’Do you even still love me? Are you still attracted to me?’”

More than one hundred different Wukongs charged at the dragon queen, leaving nowhere for her to run.

“You can read his mind, Z!”

“I know, but what if he’s only thinking that stuff because he knows that I can hear him, but secretly he doesn’t find me attractive anymore!”

Brilliant golden scales covered the surface of Zahara’s skin.

The precious material was not a defensive tactic. It was used purely for offense as the goddess shot her scales off her body like machine gun fire.

Wukong could not activate his protective spell quickly enough to harden any of his nearby bodies.

Zahara’s scales ripped through his body so easily, so completely that he started to bear a striking resemblance to raw ground beef.

Wukong’s main body watched it all happen from a short distance away, sitting high on top of his staff and sipping from a gourd.

Just like Zahara, he didn’t seem to be the slightest bit tired. Only a little bit cold, perhaps. Mentally drained from Zahara’s marital woes as well…

“S-So, like I was just wondering, do you think I just need a new body or something? Like maybe I could switch things up a bit and he would-”

“DRAGON EMPRESS!!!!”

Zahara and Wukong turned their heads to the sky.

Rushing toward them was a great coiling loong, longer than any mountain range and a body wide enough to fill an ocean.

Unhinging his jaws, Dragon King gathered a surge of energy at the back of his maw.

“DIEEEEEE!!!”