### Chapter 160: What is the Strongest?
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It’s not common to see the Dragon King on the battlefield.
The only times he shows up personally is under two circumstances: either the victory of the war is a must, or the enemy’s Dragon King-level force is in play.
Anna just couldn’t wrap her head around why the Red Flame Dragon Race desperately needed to seize the Silver Dragon territory. After thousands of years of no bl**d feud between the two races, why suddenly attack?
She was pinned to the ground by Constantine’s dragon claw, her bl**d draining fast and her breath shallow.
She was worried about whether His Majesty had successfully evacuated, if the two princesses were safe, and whether His Royal Highness—who didn’t seem to have any combat power—could take care of his wife and kids.
Anna felt herself on the brink of collapse; she knew she couldn’t withstand another assault from Constantine.
Yet, even so, she tried to fight back.
A weak Dragon Flame sputtered from her mouth, but unfortunately, such a feeble attack was something Constantine couldn’t even bother to dodge or defend against.
Constantine looked down at Anna, pride and disdain dancing in his crimson dragon eyes.
He slowly gathered pure dragon fire in his mouth, preparing to end Anna’s suffering once and for all.
At that moment, Anna finally stopped struggling and slowly closed her eyes.
Hundreds of Silver Dragons charged toward Constantine recklessly, but as Anna had already been defeated as a temporary leader, their morale was shaken, and without a commander, their attack was nothing more than a form of s*icide.
The intense heat rolled in; amidst the fiery red, Anna seemed to see the real Grim Reaper.
But suddenly, a sharp bird call pierced her ears.
The next moment, the dragon fire that was about to incinerate Anna was dispersed in an instant.
She opened her eyes, utterly confused about what had just happened.
But looking at Constantine’s reaction, could it be… His Majesty came to the rescue?
No, that’s impossible.
His Majesty was still in labor; there was no way he could make it here under such conditions.
But who else could so easily dispel Constantine’s dragon fire besides His Majesty?
Constantine raised his dragon head slightly, and ahead lay a long gorge, torn apart by lightning, with the corpses of dozens of red dragons sprawled on either side.
At the other end of the gorge, in front of the Silver Dragon Temple’s gate, a slender figure stood.
In armor of black and silver, sparkling with lightning, it was without a doubt the one who had just killed several Red Flame Dragons in an instant and interrupted Constantine’s fatal assault on Anna.
Constantine squinted, “So, that’s the target they spoke of? Looks like… indeed formidable.”
Leon strode forward, unhurriedly approaching the battlefield.
The silver paint on the surface of his Black Gold Battle Armor was drying; this was a simple disguise he used to conceal his human identity before arriving on the battlefield.
The paint was easy to find; he used a lot of it when making cubes for Noia and Moon.
Back in the day during battles, most dragons only recognized that black armor. Although his disguise was a bit hasty, it was better than doing nothing at all.
Besides, it was night, so unless someone was up close, it was hard to spot any flaws.
That last Thousand Birds technique had drained some of the magic stored in his Dragon Pattern.
He placed a hand on his chest plate, feeling how much magic remained.
Then he looked up at the imposing Constantine.
He estimated, “Killing him before I run out of magic shouldn’t be a problem.”
At first, when Leon saw the Silver Dragons gaining the upper hand, he thought there wouldn’t be a need for him to step in.
All he needed to do was guard Roswiser and his daughters; he was supposed to be their last line of defense.
But when Constantine arrived on the battlefield, regaining the advantage with overwhelming might, Leon realized just how badly this crazy male dragon wanted to win this war.
Good, if Constantine craved victory, then Leon just couldn’t let him win.
Going head-to-head with a dragon was Leon’s specialty.
He scanned the battlefield littered with flying corpses, estimated the number of Red Flame Dragons, and thought to himself how it was fortunate he didn’t jump in earlier. Otherwise, he would’ve wasted magic, and would probably not have had the confidence to face off against the Dragon King.
In a limited scenario with magic, if all the skills were wasted on minor nuisances, what would he do when facing the BOSS? Just use regular attacks?
That would be nonsense!
As Leon stepped into the battlefield, the Red Flame Dragons reacted.
Several red dragons lunged at Leon.
They formed a living “prison” around him, trapping him tightly.
Immediately, they started gathering dragon fire, trying to burn Leon alive in that cage.
Constantine was astonished by the human’s bravery to dare walk over so boldly. Was he insane?
But it turned out, Constantine was overthinking it.
A burst of lightning streaked through the gaps in the “prison,” and the next moment, the powerful lightning magic sent the few Red Flame Dragons flying in all directions.
Meanwhile, Leon stood firmly in place, covered in intense electricity.
At that moment, his primal thirst for dragon bl**d was fully awakened.
A tremendous pressure radiated from him, and to the dragons’ eyes, his small form seemed like a god of thunder descending.
Not only did the Red Flame Dragons feel fear, but even the Silver Dragons felt a hint of dread toward this unfamiliar “ally.”
“Without transforming into a giant dragon, he can release such powerful magic in this fragile human form… is he the new Dragon King trained by the Silver Dragon tribe?”
“Also, the pressure coming from this guy… feels strangely familiar.”
“Who’s under this armor?!”
“……”
The Red Dragon warriors couldn’t help but debate.
But with a roar from Constantine, all the astonishment and panic were quelled.
“No matter who he is, k*ll him!”
With that command, dozens of red dragons surged towards Leon again.
The sharp, piercing bird calls echoed once more.
Leon slightly opened his arms, gathering the Thunder Magic: Thousand Birds in each hand.
He crouched slightly before accelerating his steps.
Both sides charged at each other at lightning speed, and where they clashed, Leon became like a blade of lightning slicing into the dragon swarm.
bl**d flew everywhere, electric light flickered, and the cries of the Thousand Birds intertwined with the howls and wails of the Red Flame Dragons.
The pain from bodies sliced apart by lightning exceeded that of any blade.
His black and silver armor cut through the battlefield as if it were a no-man’s land, and with every step he took, he stepped on countless bones and bl**d.
This was a one-sided massacre; whether human or dragon form, in the face of unbeatable lightning, they felt as weak as paper.
But this wasn’t Leon’s full strength.
He merely wanted to deal with Constantine before his magic ran out, having to take care of these pesky minor players in the process.
Meanwhile, inside the Holy Temple, Noia stared wide-eyed with fear.
She could hardly believe that the human meat grinder on the battlefield was her father.
The man who always spoke softly, cooked, did housework, and took care of Mom… it was as if he had transformed into someone entirely different.
Though Noia had sensed before that Dad might be a strong person.
But witnessing it today, she couldn’t help but wonder if Dad was a bit too strong.
“I thought His Royal Highness… wasn’t good at combat,” a maid said softly.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen His Royal Highness on the battlefield either.”
Could it be that every dragon who saw His Royal Highness in battle had been eaten up by him?
Roswiser lay on the bed, quietly listening to her subordinates discuss the guy.
With her eyes closed, her frantic heart gradually calmed.
“This is the real you… Leon Casmod.”
On the battlefield, Leon stood on the head of a red dragon, using it to launch himself into the air.
He raised his right hand high, gathering immense power of lightning.
S-grade Thunder Magic: Heavenly Thunder Annihilation!
Leon had grown tired of dragging this out with the minor players.
In a single strike, Heavenly Thunder crashed down, instantly reducing the surrounding Red Flame Dragons to dust.
He floated lightly back down to the ground, glanced around, and finally looked at Sherry not far away.
“Take your people to clear out the other Red Flame Dragons.”
Sherry blinked, the voice from the armor sounded eerily familiar.
“Y-Y-Your Royal Highness?!”
“What? Do you want me to give you an autograph?”
“N-No, I mean…”
“Save any thoughts until I finish off Constantine. Quickly carry out the orders.”
“Yes, Your Royal Highness!”
Sherry led the remaining Silver Dragon soldiers back into combat.
Leon’s previous attacks had already turned the tide back in their favor.
He couldn’t keep wasting his magic on the minor players; the Silver Dragon soldiers couldn’t just stand idly by and watch. They had to pitch in.
Now, onto the main course—
Leon turned to the massive red dragon hundreds of meters ahead.
It was time to get serious.
Constantine realized that this battle wouldn’t be so easily won.
He released Anna, transforming into a red-haired, red-eyed man in a long coat.
Leon and Constantine slowly walked toward each other.
At about ten meters apart, they both stopped.
They scrutinized each other closely before Constantine spoke first,
“I didn’t expect you would actually strike.”
Leon paused slightly.
Though brief, the information condensed in that statement was substantial.
At the very least, it indicated Constantine knew there was a human beneath that armor.
But Leon had only fought soldiers from the Red Flame Dragon tribe before; he had never seen this Dragon King.
So how did Constantine know him?
“The once strongest Dragon Slayer, you actually came to help the dragon tribe. Isn’t that a bit ironic?” Constantine said coolly.
Not only did he know it was a human under the armor, but he had also identified Leon’s identity.
For some reason, Leon felt that the Red Flame Dragon’s ambush was more than just about expanding territory.
There seemed to be a larger conspiracy hidden behind it all.
But given the urgent situation, Leon didn’t have time to ponder it.
Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he replied nonchalantly,
“While you dragons slaughter each other in chaos, I couldn’t have cared less. But if you keep going, you’ll hurt my wife and kids—that’s a whole different ball game.”
“Ha, a wife and kids… Casmod, once the strongest has a weakness, he is no longer the strongest.”
Leon slowly raised his right hand, gathering the power of lightning once more.
The blue glow reflected off his bl**d-soaked helmet, and the man beneath the armor spoke slowly,
“Constantine, I will show you what the strongest really is. And they are not a weakness—”
With those words, Leon vanished from sight.
When he reappeared, he shot at Constantine’s side at lightning speed.
“They are family.”
Every dragon has a reverse scale; touch it and face d*ath.
As the bird calls sounded, Constantine jumped back, and the Thousand Birds smashed into the ground, kicking up an enormous cloud of dust.
Before Constantine could ready his retaliatory magic, Leon burst forth from the dust, charging right at him.
“How fast…” Constantine thought to himself in shock.
Of course, he was fast enough to keep up with the Silver Dragon Queen.
Constantine couldn’t launch an attack in time and had to spread his dragon wings in defense.
Classic dragon combat style—when you can’t win, hunker down.
Every ounce of combat experience and muscle memory Leon had was awakened as he adjusted his stance just in time, stepping on Constantine’s dragon wing and leaping into the air to circle around to his back.
Before Constantine could react, Leon unleashed a Thousand Birds technique that struck solidly against Constantine’s back.
When dragons use their wings for defense, their backs become their most significant vulnerability.
But one could say, as expected of a Dragon King.
Such a close range Thousand Birds strike hadn’t pierced through Constantine’s body—
Yes, in Leon’s view, not piercing the enemy meant this opponent was already pretty tough. He would need to step it up.
Unbeknownst to him, however, Constantine’s back had already been critically injured by that Thousand Birds move.
Leon retreated, pulling back to distance himself from Constantine.
Breathing heavily, Constantine spread his dragon wings, slowly pivoting to face Leon.
His crimson dragon eyes burned with fury.
“Casmod, you’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest.”
“Oh really? Then once I k*ll you, you won’t be angry anymore.”
“Human, you will pay for your arrogance with your life!”
With a deafening dragon roar, Constantine transformed back into his giant dragon form.
Leon’s human body suddenly felt small and frail in front of him.
The massive shadow loomed over Leon, but he was already accustomed to such scenes.
He’d seen bigger Dragon Kings; how could he be scared by Constantine?
The crimson giant dragon flapped its wings, raising its dragon head high.
Immediately, three enormous magic circles lit up behind him.
Within those magic circles, powers of ice, fire, and wind converged into numerous blades, all shooting toward Leon.
But Leon didn’t dodge or evade; he planned to counterattack head-on.
He possessed the skill and courage for a desperate fight—no need to waste time maneuvering.
The power of lightning surged through him, greatly enhancing his defense and speed.
He nimbly navigated through the rain of elemental blades; even when struck, the powerful lightning would shatter them.
Leon dodged faster and faster, turning into a blur of blue lightning, striking beneath Constantine’s massive front limbs.
Constantine tried to withdraw, but it was too late.
A torrent of thunder elements exploded from Leon.
The Dragon Pattern on his chest began to flicker with a deep blue light the likes of which had never been seen.
In an instant, the entire left forelimb of Constantine went numb, losing all sensation.
He lowered his dragon head, continuously spewing dragon fire toward Leon below, trying to drive him away.
But Leon’s speed far exceeded his expectations.
Before the sensation returned to the front limb, Leon leaped up onto his knee and effortlessly climbed onto his back.
Leon stood atop Constantine’s dragon back, raising his right hand as thick storm clouds gathered in the dim night sky.
In the clouds, thunder rumbled, and lightning flickered all about.
At that moment, Leon was like a god beckoning the lightning; even the most torrential, violent, and uncontrollable elements of nature were manipulated by him with grace.
S-grade Thunder Magic: Ten Thousand Thunder Convergence.
Boom!——
“Roar!!!”
The terrifying lightning struck down hard, accompanied by Constantine’s painful dragon roar as his spine and entire body went numb.
A human… how could a human be this strong!
Constantine flapped his dragon wings desperately, struggling to brush Leon off.
But Leon was like a heartless butcher at that moment.
All he wanted to do was k*ll the beast beneath him.
The previous Ten Thousand Thunder Convergence had drained a significant chunk of his magic, so—-
“This is the last strike, Constantine.”
Leon clasped his hands together before slowly pulling them apart, shaping the lightning in his palms into a long sword.
He gripped the lightning sword in his hand and pierced it fiercely into the scales on Constantine’s back.
The mingling of flesh and bl**d, and the lament of a Dragon King; this was the most beautiful moment for the strongest dragon slayer, Leon Casmod.
However, that wasn’t the end.
Leon tightened his grip on the lightning sword, swiftly dashing along Constantine’s broad back.
The sword edge carved along his spine, slashing up toward his neck.
Wherever Leon passed, lightning sparked, bl**d splattered, and scales shattered.
Constantine’s cries caused both dragon tribes engaged in a standoff to stop in their tracks.
Both the Red Flame Dragons and Silver Dragons gazed in shock at this scene.
Constantine’s massive form lay prostrated on the ground, like a fallen mountain; dragon bl**d surged down from his spine like a river.
His proud head drooped weakly after a few struggled movements.
Before the dragons on the battlefield could accept the bizarre sight before them, they saw a figure slowly emerge atop Constantine’s head.
Leon held the lightning sword in his right hand, raising a leg to rest on Constantine’s forehead.
After a night of carnage, it was unknowingly dawn.
The sun slowly rose from the horizon, dispelling darkness and coldness.
Light poured onto his silver-black armor as if cleansing him in a divine shower.
All the dragons looked at him, their expressions varying from fear to shock, and even hatred.
But he didn’t care.
Everything he did was just to protect his family.
“To maintain this fake family”—that was the promise he made with Roswiser.
He slowly swung the lightning sword, severing Constantine’s dragon horn.
Constantine breathed weakly, and Leon squatted down over him, staring into his gradually fading dragon eyes, and said softly,
“I told you, I will show you what the strongest is.”
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While authors from other novels get defensive and argue with readers; your Evil Dragon’s author got defensive and angrily cranked out 5,000 words.
(Serenely passes away)
But if I get monthly tickets, I will resurrect on the spot!
