Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 86: Skeletons of Dragons: Saving the Dragons (4)

The onlookers watched in awe as Drakion soared high above the sky, right up to the moment he sent Blaze crashing back to the earth. Murmurs of confusion spread—why had he taken to the sky? What was he planning?

Then they saw it.

He descended like a meteor—fast, fiery, terrifying. The sheer force emanating from him sparked instinctive dread, forcing the crowd to stagger back a few steps, eyes wide, breath caught.

And then—

BOOM!

A deafening explosion tore through the heavens. Fire and shockwaves erupted from the point of impact, sending tremors across the sky itself.

Every one of the dragons was blasted backward, their bodies hurled through the air like broken arrows. They slammed into the ancient dragon skeletons scattered across the battlefield, shattering bones into fragments as they crashed.

Drakion himself continued his descent, plunging into the earth with titanic force. The resulting crater cracked the land wide, a massive impact that rippled across the terrain. The onlookers, unable to brace themselves, staggered violently—sixty-five percent of them collapsing where they stood.

Dust surged outward, veiling Drakion’s form in a dense, churning cloud. For a tense moment, all was hidden.

Then the dust settled.

There he stood.

Drakion’s entire Draconic body was shielded by his massive wings, folded over him like an armored cocoon. He had used them not only to shield himself but to increase the force of his descent—a calculated move to maximize devastation while preserving his form.

The crowd gasped, voices hushed, hearts pounding. Their awe was palpable.

Meanwhile, something stirred in the shadows.

Lizzy shot forward, emerging like a phantom. She appeared before one of the dragons—Finn—focusing all her strength into her fist. Infusing it with her Royal Dragon Bloodline, she struck him squarely on the head. Finn reeled back, disoriented and dazed.

As for why she hadn’t gone after the Poison Sisters—the most dangerous threats—Drakion had stopped her.

The reason was simple. There was no guarantee Lizzy could hurt them. The power gap was too vast.

So he gave her clear instructions: target the dragons she could affect. Focus her strength where it would count.

And that was exactly what she did.

Drakion’s flaming wings spread wide as he unfurled from the crater, rising once more into the air like a phoenix reborn in frost.

"Draconic Art: Draconic Transformation!"

Ding!

[Activating the Ice Dragon Bloodline]

A piercing chill swept across the battlefield. The flames that had surrounded Drakion died instantly, extinguished by the creeping cold.

His scales began to shimmer, shifting in color until they gleamed an icy blue. His eyes mirrored glaciers—sharp, serene, and merciless. His horns glistened like ancient ice, radiating the cold of a forgotten winter.

He did not breathe fire.

He exhaled frost.

From his mouth came a freezing mist. His tails, once coiled in flame, were now clusters of jagged ice.

The crowd’s collective jaw dropped.

They had never seen anything like it.

"For heaven’s sake—what kind of dragon is this?"

"You’re asking me? Even I don’t know anymore. This... I never expected this."

"It controls three affinities! Fire and ice—the most opposing elements in existence—and something else... something we can’t even name."

But Drakion didn’t hear their voices. He didn’t care.

His focus was fixed—utterly, entirely—on subduing the dragons.

Before it was too late.

"Ice Dragon Art: Ice Breath!"

Drakion opened his Ice Dragon mouth—and in the next instant, a torrent of Icy Breath surged forth. It spread like a ghostly flame, and everywhere it touched was frozen into solid cubes of ice.

He unleashed the chilling breath toward the dragons. As it struck them, they were caught mid-motion—frozen—transformed into shimmering sculptures of frost. Yet Drakion knew this wouldn’t last long. Ice, no matter how powerful, eventually breaks.

Lizzy watched the scene unfold, astonished that she hadn’t been affected by the attack. Her gaze shifted to Drakion, who gave her a silent nod.

Without hesitation, both soared over to one of the frozen dragons and struck together. Their fists collided with the icy form—and shattered it into glimmering shards.

At that very moment, Finn stirred, his mind still hazy from battle. He blinked, dazed, glancing at Drakion—only to see another Ice Dragon standing in his place.

Confusion swirled in Finn’s eyes.

But then he felt it.

The aura. The connection. The unmistakable presence of their Emperor radiating from this Ice Dragon.

Shock coursed through him.

None of them had known—none could have imagined—that Drakion could do this.

And it wasn’t just Finn. Lizzy, too, was stunned as she witnessed Drakion’s transformation. But she pushed aside her curiosity, knowing their fellow dragons still needed saving.

Drakion and Lizzy moved like lightning—each strike precise, each punch guided by purpose. One by one, they shattered the frozen dragons, waking them from their slumber.

They didn’t pause. After the first, they attacked again. A second. A third.

But then—

The Fire Dragon and Ice Dragon broke free from the ice.

With a furious roar, they lunged toward Drakion.

Now he faced a grim choice: defend against their powerful assault, or continue freeing another dragon—while enduring the full force of the enemy’s wrath.

He chose the latter.

Drakion focused on the target in front of him. He struck—but before his fist even landed, a crushing force slammed into him.

He was sent flying.

The impact carved a crater into the earth as he crashed.

Only his immense pain resistance kept him from blacking out completely.

"Master!"

Finn and Lizzy shouted in unison, rushing toward the crater to help him to his feet.

Drakion rose slowly, his burning eyes locking onto the battlefield.

The rest of the dragons had already broken free from the ice.

Twelve dragons.

He had saved six.

And now, it was time to face the remaining six.

But these weren’t just any six.

They were the strongest among them—the elite.

The Poison Sisters.

The Ice Dragon.

The Fire Dragon.

The DracoWolf.

And the DracoMouse.

These were the six that stood against him now.

And the true battle was just beginning.

Ding!

[Due to the Host’s efforts and upon witnessing the Host’s current predicament, the System has decided to show pity.]

Ding!

[Host has been granted temporary access to the Ice-Fire Dragon Bloodline.]