89 We’re Going Home, Roswiser (Two-in-One)
A massive dragon body transformed into ashes, scattering with the wind.
Beneath the ashes lay the barely breathing Chaos Dragon King, Jagers.
Leon strode over to him.
Jagers summoned every ounce of strength to sit up; upon seeing the expressionless man before him, he panicked and scrambled backward a few meters with all four limbs.
Just seconds ago, his air of arrogance had vanished into thin air.
In its place was fear.
Fear of the Grim Reaper.
“How… are you still alive?” Jagers stammered.
Leon stood in front of Jagers.
Jagers no longer dared to retreat.
Because Leon was stepping on his ankle.
He had no doubt that if he moved even a centimeter, Leon would break it without hesitation.
This dragon king, who had lived for countless years, was trembling under the pressure of a mere human.
Leon looked down at him, his calm eyes hiding a barely contained rage.
“The last guy who hurt my daughter chose to commit s*icide in a spatial rift. Such a shame I didn’t get to do it myself.”
Leon said casually, “But this time… I won’t give you any opportunity for s*icide.”
“Wh-what are you going to do—ah!!”
Before he could finish, two lightning swords pierced through Jagers’ arms, pinning him to the ground.
Next—
Crack! Crack!—
The sound of bones breaking echoed sharply, mingling with the wails of the dragon king, ringing out across the smoke-filled battlefield.
Of course, Leon had no penchant for torturing his defeated foes with bizarre punishments.
His revenge was always about efficiency.
Just as Leon was ready to take action, his peripheral vision caught another character not far away.
Black Sun Dragon King, Blay.
“Ah… I recognize him. He came with you, right?”
Leon said lazily, “So, it was you two who caused all this. In that case—”
He retracted the lightning swords, grabbed Jagers by the collar, and dragged his broken body toward Blay.
“Let’s k*ll you both.”
The fabric of Jagers’ clothing scraping against the ground produced a dull sound.
Like the Grim Reaper’s scythe falling, the blade grazing the ground, creating a sound both jarring and strange sparks.
When Blay saw this man, his reaction mirrored Jagers’.
From shock to astonishment, from fear to despair at one point even forgetting to run.
But as the Grim Reaper approached, Blay managed to shake off his panic.
He glanced at Jagers in Leon’s grasp.
No saving him.
Need to run.
No hesitation; just run!
Blay took two slow steps back and raised his hand to activate a spatial teleportation array.
With every ounce of strength, he forced his gaze away from Leon, struggling to move his body against the terrifying pressure.
Blay turned around and staggered toward the teleportation array.
“As long as I can get out of here… just get out of here… Let someone else handle this. The monsters the Empire raised should take care of their own mess!”
Blay mumbled crazily as he lunged at the teleportation array.
Too bad.
Just as his upper body entered the array, he suddenly felt his tail yanked from behind.
Blay immediately understood what was happening.
Not looking back, he strained to break free.
So close! If he could just get out of this godforsaken place!
But the person behind him remained unmoving.
In Leon’s eyes, the frantic struggle of Blay resembled a trapped rat.
Desperately trying to return to his dark, decayed hole.
Blay dashed and rolled, leaving two ghastly scratches in the dirt.
Leon simply held onto his tail, calmly watching the scene.
“You’re a dragon king, and this is how you behave?”
Blay had no time to retort Leon’s mockery.
He just wanted to escape.
To be far away from here.
However, even as his hands bled from clawing at the ground, he still couldn’t break free from Leon’s grip.
The pain forced Blay to pause.
Then, he heard the disdainful chuckle behind him.
“Is this where you give up, Dragon King?”
“Really…”
“Pathetic.”
In the next moment, Blay was yanked backward with exaggerated strength.
Immediately following that, Leon tossed the dying Jagers into the air before pulling Blay by the tail, dumping him upward like yesterday’s trash.
The two dragon kings met mid-air.
Leon clasped his hands together and slowly spread them apart, revealing a spear in his grasp.
A-Class Lightning Magic · Thunderlight Sword Transformation · Piercing War Spear
He aimed the lightning spear at the two in the sky and threw it with force.
The spear tore through the air, piercing the gloom, ultimately transfixing the two of them as Blay’s heart-wrenching scream echoed.
Brilliant lightning erupted in the air, illuminating the dark earth below.
Leon shook off the lingering electricity from his hands.
“Not enough excitement.”
In the distance, Roswiser watched the familiar lightning, a glimmer of hope flickering in her weary eyes.
“Leon…”
“Mom!”
Noia ran back from the recent battlefield, waving her hand with a full smile plastered on her face.
Roswiser stared at her daughter in a daze.
She knew what that smile represented.
At that moment, the queen’s heavy heart slowly began to ease.
Her perseverance and waiting had finally yielded a response.
Roswiser embraced Little Light, holding Mu’n’s hand, and welcomed Noia rushing toward them.
And not far behind Noia was that familiar figure.
He looked as he always did, standing there unflinching amidst the explosion, exuding a nonchalant air.
The queen smiled, burying her face in Little Light’s cheek, her shoulders trembling slightly.
But before Roswiser could gather her emotions, she suddenly felt the ground beneath her tremble violently.
She lifted her head to look ahead, her eyes widening.
Four giant dragons descended from the sky, encircling Leon.
From the energy waves and dragon might they exuded, each possessed the strength of a dragon king, or even more.
A few kilometers away, Nacho Salaman watched the scene, mumbling incessantly,
“k*ll him… quickly k*ll him!”
“He absolutely must not survive… absolutely must!”
“He has to d*e here! No matter the cost, he must d*e here!”
“With four combat-type dragon kings, Leon Casmod, you will d*e today, whether you like it or not!!”
Meanwhile, Roswiser’s head maid, Anna, observed the battlefield ahead, recognizing the dragon kings,
“Your Majesty… They are different from those spatial magic dragon kings like Blay; they are purely combat types. Each one surpasses even Star Dragon King, S’tar, not to mention there are four of them…”
The flicker of hope ignited moments ago was doused with cold water instantly.
Roswiser stood there dazed.
No need for Anna to explain; she felt the monstrous power akin to towering waves.
Back when she and Leon teamed up, they barely forced S’tar to self-destruct.
And now Leon had to face four dragon kings comparable to S’tar all by himself.
Just how strong did he need to be to end this nightmare?
On the battlefield, the dragon might swept forth; anyone standing between the four dragon kings would have been torn to shreds by the pressure.
Yet that tiny human figure stood steadfast—
Even wanting to laugh.
“Looks like Nacho is about to lose it.”
“To k*ll this human, do we really have to join forces?”
“I thought Jagers and Blay would handle it, but it turns out we need to clean up their mess.”
“Less talk, k*ll him, or the empire’s old folks will refuse to acknowledge it.”
The four dragon kings raised their heads simultaneously, gathering fiery dragon flames in their mouths.
Dragon flames were the most basic and effective attack of the dragon race.
When a dragon king was strong enough, they didn’t need fancy spells.
A simple dragon flame was enough to obliterate everything.
At that moment, the four top dragon kings unleashed their purest dragon flame attack on Leon.
This level of attack could obliterate any strong opponent.
Even if he miraculously survived, what of it?
Dead sooner or later; it made no difference.
Four streams of dragon flames surged toward Leon from four different directions, engulfing him in an instant.
“Ha ha… hahahaha—”
“d*e, Casmod! Just d*e!”
“With no Black Gold Battle Armor to protect you, how can you survive an attack like this?!”
“It’s over; everything is over!”
“Leon Casmod is finally wiped from this world!”
Nacho Salaman knelt, fingers buried in his hair, shouting madly.
The scorching flames seared the earth, even distant Roswiser felt the purgatorial heat.
The heat wave lifted her silver hair; as a dragon king, she understood the terror of this attack.
Roswiser gritted her teeth, releasing Little Light, spreading her wings, dragging her battered, exhausted body toward Leon.
But before she could take a few steps, her weakened form stumbled and fell to the ground.
Sherry rushed forward to help her, “Your Majesty…”
“I need to find him; let go of me.”
Roswiser shook off Sherry’s hand.
“Leon… Leon… I’ll be there soon, don’t d*e… please don’t d*e…”
She was almost out of breath.
Yet she continued to shuffle forward towards the purgatory.
The heat evaporated the tears at the corners of her eyes.
And in her gaze remained the figure of that man.
“I’m coming… Leon, don’t leave me again… I beg you…”
Eventually, the clash of dragon flames triggered a massive explosion.
The shockwave sent both Roswiser and Sherry flying.
A gigantic mushroom cloud rose in the battlefield, the exaggerated scene resembling the sun rising prematurely.
“Leon!!”
Before the flames faded, one dragon king heard Roswiser’s call.
He slowly turned his head to look at the few remaining silver dragons, “As expected, a dragon king loves that human. Ha… disgraceful. But I will fulfill your wish—”
“Better worry about yourself, stinking lizard.”
A brazen voice echoed from the flames.
The four dragon kings turned their gazes toward it.
As the flames dissipated, there stood a half-skeletal figure flickering with blue lightning, enveloping Leon.
This lightning skeleton had protected Leon from the earlier world-ending attack.
Super S-Rank Lightning Magic · Shadow of Sumeru · Initial Form
“I’m happily married, so why the heck would I let you ugly monsters tell me what to do?”
Leon dispelled the Shadow of Sumeru, then took a deep stance, pushing off the ground, leaping high into the air.
“Th-this is impossible?!”
“How did he survive?! He is… how did he survive?!”
“k*ll him! Quick! Do it again! Turn him to ash—”
“Wait, what’s he doing? What’s that technique—”
Leon soared into the air, raising his right hand high, immense electrical power converging from all around.
At the same time, the iron-gray sky began to churn, thunderstorms rumbling in the clouds, bolts of lightning flickering behind him, bathing him in blue light.
At that moment, he resembled a thunder god, mastering the most violent elements of nature.
The lightning surged and gradually transformed behind Leon into the shape of a lion.
Super S-Rank Lightning Magic · Dragon Extinction
This was a technique uniquely crafted by Leon, used only once against Star Dragon King, S’tar, and that required Roswiser and the other silver dragons to create a cumulonimbus cloud.
But not now.
What was that saying?—
Better to rely on oneself than on others.
“That’s the technique that killed S’tar!! How can he use it alone?!”
“D-don’t panic… that lion can only attack once, and there are four of us; he can’t take us all down at once!”
As soon as the final word left, Leon slowly raised his left hand, also gathering electricity.
Before long……
“T-two lions… okay, still manageable. Good thing it’s not three—”
Boom!—
A third lightning lion descended from the clouds.
“Is he even human?!”
The dragon kings were completely dumbfounded.
Six months ago, it took others to assist him to summon one lightning lion; now he conjured three all on his own.
This wasn’t right, was it?
Was this something a carbon-based lifeform could achieve?
And Leon continued to draw in the lightning, “What were you saying earlier? I only have one lion, and you have four. So… pay attention.”
Another deafening thunderclap sounded.
A fourth lightning lion dropped from the sky.
The dragon kings had completely lost their bravado.
They stared in shock at the four lightning lions circling Leon, feeling their dragon forms weakened like thin paper.
“Can you imagine? Konstantin was able to hold out for several rounds against him… while we can’t even fight back.”
“Did Konstantin get stronger…?”
“Who knows? No one will find out now.”
The four lightning lions orbited around Leon, and he quietly listened to the dragon kings’ parting words, replying nonchalantly,
“At that time, I just hadn’t stretched my legs in a while, so I took my time practicing on Konstantin.”
“Does that make him seem strong to you?”
“Ha… ridiculous.”
“Well, no matter what, you can soon ask him personally down in hell.”
He swung his arm, and the lightning lions roared as they charged toward the four dragon kings.
They resisted, struggled, and roared.
But it was all in vain.
Leon strolled out of the battlefield as if the chaos behind him had nothing to do with him.
Lightning erupted behind him in explosions, but he didn’t turn to look back.
At that moment, Leon’s eyes were only on his long-lost wife.
Leon stood before Roswiser, gazing into her somewhat dazed eyes.
No one wanted to break the silence between this long-separated couple.
After a while, Roswiser slowly spoke,
“Leon…”
He reached out his hand, looking into his wife’s eyes, and spoke slowly,
“Let’s go home, Roswiser.”
Just like a long time ago, when Leon finished dealing with the traitors and fled the Empire but was at a dead end, Roswiser appeared before him like an angel.
That time, she took him home;
And this time, it was Leon’s turn.
