Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 105: Battling with the Dragon Eater (2)

The crowd stared in stunned silence at the Dragon Eater—unharmed, its entire menacing figure now sheathed in glimmering golden scales.

"Golden Dragon Art: Radiant Judgement Draconic Spear!"

ROAR!

From the heavens, a colossal golden spear descended like divine wrath. A golden dragon coiled around its length, roaring as it spiraled downward. The spear radiated blinding light and surged with Metallic Originat. Its tip gleamed with lethal brilliance—as if forged not by skill, but by reality itself.

The Dragon Eater caught the spear with a hand forged from Originat. The golden dragon entwined around it roared once more before the weapon launched itself toward Drakion with blazing speed.

The instant it moved, the ground within the entire battle zone shattered, fracturing beneath the spear’s overwhelming aura. Only a one-meter radius around Drakion remained untouched—an island of stillness in a sea of destruction.

Drakion’s brows furrowed. He could feel it—the creeping presence of danger. If he wasn’t careful, he would be devoured by the spear’s radiance.

"Blade Dragon Art: Ancestor of Scythe"

Second Move: Ancestral Scythe

Countless scythes materialized around Drakion, formed from pure energy and imbued with his scythe intent. Though to the trained eye they seemed incomplete, their terror was undeniable.

With a wave of his hand, the scythes merged into one—a singular, awe-inspiring weapon emanating an ancestral aura, as if it were the progenitor of all scythes.

But Drakion wasn’t finished.

His body surged with death aura, a torrent of darkness that flowed into the scythe, staining it pitch-black. The weapon now pulsed with an eerie yet sacred energy—tainted by death, yet never corrupted. It was terrifying in its purity.

Gripping the death-forged scythe, Drakion’s eyes unleashed their own devastating aura. At that moment, he stood like a grim reaper of divine judgment. freewēbnoveℓ.com

He swung the scythe.

Judgment descended.

Scythe and spear collided in a storm of force, kicking up a whirlpool of dust as a cataclysmic explosion tore through the battlefield. The onlookers were hurled into the air by the shockwaves, scrambling desperately to shield themselves.

It felt as though two primordial titans were clashing—Drakion’s medium-sized scythe against the Dragon Eater’s massive, heaven-born spear. Their energies battled for dominance, shaking the very world.

Both combatants continued to pour Originat into their weapons, neither willing to yield. But slowly—inch by inch—the scythe began to overpower the spear. Cracks began to web across the golden weapon.

The dragon coiled around the spear let out a mournful, soul-wrenching cry before it shattered completely—the scythe slicing through with divine fury, heading straight for the Dragon Eater.

SHRRAAK!

With one decisive strike, the scythe tore through the Dragon Eater’s flesh. A chunk of its hide fell to the earth, writhing for a brief moment before disintegrating into ash.

The Dragon Eater grunted in agony. The wound where its flesh had been severed writhed unnaturally—its legendary healing now sluggish, strained.

Drakion’s voice broke the tension.

"You know you’re a creature of darkness and evil, yet you dare wield the sacred skills of the light? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

His eyes burned cold beneath the mask—but beneath them, his lips curled into a quiet, knowing smile.

The Dragon Eater snorted when it heard this.

"Then I will let you witness our Dragon Eater skill."

"Dragon Eater: Omega Maw Genesis!"

Drakion looked up—and what he saw sent a ripple of dread through the heavens. A colossal mouth had formed in the sky, grotesquely identical to that of the Dragon Eater. The gaping maw expanded rapidly, engulfing the entire cityscape, radiating an aura that was both ominous and primal.

Then it began.

The mouth started devouring everything, its pull irresistible. Buildings, stone, debris—all were sucked upward, consumed by the growing void. Anyone who looked closely would feel it: to enter that mouth was to embrace oblivion. There would be no return.

At the epicenter of it all stood Drakion—the pulse of the pull focused entirely on him. He could feel his blood reacting, inching toward the mouth as if something ancient within him longed to be devoured.

But then—

A primordial dragon’s roar echoed from within him.

His blood stilled.

Calmed.

Obeyed.

"Is that all you have?" Drakion turned, eyes locked onto the Dragon Eater, whose expression was frozen in shock and disbelief.

"Impossible!" the Dragon Eater growled—and with fury, it intensified the pull.

The onlookers, who had been barely resisting the mouth’s gravity, began to lose their footing. Screams echoed as some were dragged upward, limbs flailing, terror etched across their faces.

The Dragon Eater watched coldly.

Some it released.

Others it swallowed.

Those with even a trace of Draconic bloodline were devoured without mercy. The rest—ordinary mortals, unrelated to dragonkind—were spared.

Drakion’s eyes narrowed. He had expected the Dragon Eater to consume everyone. But no—it only consumed dragons.

Or those who carried their blood.

That made him frown.

Its behavior, its choices, its hunger—it wasn’t random. It wasn’t mindless. The Dragon Eater had a purpose. It hunted only dragons. Now, he understood why they were named so.

The Dragon Eater snarled in frustration, baring its monstrous fangs as it glared at Drakion.

"I’m not done with you!" it roared.

"Dragon Eater: Abyssal Fang Barrage!"

Suddenly, the dark spiral fangs embedded in its monstrous frame shot into the sky—multiplying, hovering like daggers of doom. Their tips pointed toward Drakion, each laced with the aura of devouring and sealing.

Drakion’s heartbeat quickened.

His body tensed.

His eyes began to spin on their own.

Golden Fang.

Devouring Fang.

Both appeared at his side, glowing with immense power. Then—they fused.

From their union emerged a single golden-black fang, its aura shuddering with the will to devour all creation.

The Dragon Eater froze.

Its pupils constricted.

It took a few hesitant steps back.

But then—defiance surged through it.

With a roar, it launched the black spiral fangs toward Drakion.

Yet the golden-black fang stood firm.

Drakion watched in awe. He wasn’t controlling it. It moved on its own, pulsing with energy far beyond what he had summoned. The fang began to spin, faster and faster—until it became a devouring vortex.

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