Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 363: Dragon’s Deception

Reaching into his storage ring, Pyris pulled out a deep pill, glowing with potent life energy. He tilted Silent Night’s head slightly, parting her cracked lips as he fed her the pill. She didn’t even have the strength to react. She had lost too much blood.

Her body was barely holding together. And yet—she was still alive. A lesser warrior would have succumbed already. Pyris had to give her credit for that.

"You’re too stubborn to die, huh?" he muttered, watching the pill dissolve into her system. Slowly, ever so slowly, a faint green glow started to spread through her veins, the first sign of her body beginning to mend itself.

But Pyris wasn’t done yet.

His gaze lifted—sharp, lethal—toward the vampires standing before him.

They had a lot to answer for.

Pyris rose to his feet, his golden eyes burning with fury as he turned to the vampires. His voice was cold, dripping with unrestrained authority. "Now, it’s time you explain the audacity it took to dare attack a noble dragon." The assassins tensed. Even after years of executing high-level targets, this situation was rapidly spiraling out of control.

They had expected a quiet kill—not this.

The one who had yet to act, standing further back, took a careful step forward, inclining his head slightly. "Young Lord Pyris, this was—"

His words never reached their destination.

SNAP.

A sudden pulse of invisible energy crashed into him like an unseen blade. His lips sealed shut, his voice stolen before he could even gasp in realization. A choked sound left his throat, his hands trembling as he reached for his mouth—only to find that his very ability to speak had been severed from existence.

His body locked up, and an instant later—CRACK!

His core shattered.

The assassin crumpled to his knees, body twitching like a puppet with its strings cut. The sheer agony of having his very essence severed was beyond comprehension. Pyris didn’t even glance at him. He was already moving.

"You don’t get to speak my name, you lowly vermin."

His gaze snapped to Blood Burn Fiend, his expression merciless.

Blood Burn Fiend, despite himself, took a small step back. Pyris wasn’t supposed to be like this—this powerful. There was also supposed to be an understanding between House Obsidian and Dracula—so why was he…?

Silent Night, still barely clinging to consciousness, forced her battered eyes open. Her mind was hazy, her body wrecked beyond repair, yet she still registered one thing—Pyris was fighting against Dracula’s men.

Why?

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Weren’t they in some sort of alliance?

Before she could think further, Pyris took another step forward. The ground beneath him cracked under the weight of his power.

"I admit," he spoke, his voice slow, deliberate, "we’re in some sort of alliance with Dracula… but that doesn’t mean you get to run amok in this empire and hurt the innocent." His foot pivoted.

Blood Burn Fiend barely had time to react.

In an instant—BOOM!

Pyris’ leg swung like a golden meteor, tearing through the air with a sonic boom as his foot connected squarely with Blood Burn Fiend’s chest.

CRACK!

The assassin’s body bent unnaturally around the kick before he was launched like a cannonball. He tore through the alley, smashing through concrete, before finally colliding with the side of a building.

BOOOOM!

The entire structure shook, debris collapsing as cracks spider-webbed through the walls. Dust and shattered stone filled the air, but the damage was done. Blood Burn Fiend’s body slumped against the ruins, blood dripping from his lips as he struggled to breathe.

Pyris lowered his leg, his eyes glinting with cold amusement.

"No one hurts a noble dragon and gets away with it." Before the debris from Blood Burn Fiend’s crash could even settle, Pyris moved. One moment, he was standing amidst the shattered alley—the next, he was gone.

A gust of wind followed in his wake, the very air imploding as he vanished with a thunderous sonic boom. Blood Burn Fiend barely had time to react. His battered body was still lodged into the building, his ribs shattered from the previous kick. His mind screamed at him to move, to dodge, but—

BOOM!

A fist slammed into his gut.

CRACK.

The wall behind him caved in violently, bricks exploding outward as the entire structure trembled under the impact. Blood Burn Fiend’s eyes bulged, blood spurting from his lips as his insides twisted from the sheer force.

But Pyris wasn’t done.

"No one hurts a noble dragon and gets away with it." His voice repeat, like it was an executioner’s decree. He pulled his arm back, and before Blood Burn Fiend could even slump forward—

BAM!

A devastating knee crashed into his ribs, lifting his entire body off the ground. The assassin soared, slamming into another section of the collapsing building. Dust and rubble rained down as Blood Burn Fiend groaned in agony, his vision blurring from the relentless assault.

Pyris appeared above him before he could even fall.

His golden eyes gleamed with mocking disappointment.

"I could’ve forgiven you if you hurt someone else…" He reached out, grabbing Blood Burn Fiend’s face in a crushing grip. The assassin twitched violently, his hands clawing at Pyris’ wrist—but it was useless.

"But not a beautiful noble-blooded dragon."

BOOOOM!

With monstrous strength, Pyris drove Blood Burn Fiend’s head straight down into the ground. The concrete split apart violently, the street caving inward as shockwaves blasted through the air, sending cracks racing down the nearby buildings.

Silent Night, despite her battered state, felt her heart skip.

…B-beautiful?

She barely registered the pain in her body anymore. Her cheeks felt strangely warm.

Why was she blushing?

She was on the verge of death just a few seconds ago, but somehow… she found herself flustered. Stay tuned for updates on novelbuddy

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Hidden in the darkness, Veyna’s breath hitched as her eyes widened, watching the events unfold before her. This was far beyond what she had anticipated. Silent Night, one of Drakos’ most trusted operatives, was supposed to be dead by now, her body nothing but a smoldering heap. And yet…

Everything was going horribly wrong.