I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 874

Chapter 87: Dragon Slaying

The dark golden Dragon King made his grand entrance, the supreme pressure of the dragon king returning to the world once more. Even after being tainted by Nidhogg’s corruption, countless dragons still remembered the awe etched into their bloodline, causing them to tremble with unease.

Humans were equally terrified.

“What the hell? Why the hell is another one here?!” Even Natsu couldn’t help but curse in a panic.

Karl frowned deeply at the terrifying aura but was also puzzled—

Because mingled with the dragon’s might was an aura he was all too familiar with.

High above, the Frost Giant Dragon was dazed, feeling both fear and confusion, hatred and nostalgia.

“Father… it really is Father… but even if it’s the blood of the False King…”

“Surprised, are we?”

Spitting out the crimson in her mouth, the fiery-eyed princess looked up and smiled.

There was no surprise in her blazing gaze, only a rekindled battle spirit.

No need for explanations; the Dragon King’s phantom mixed with Roy’s aura, and that was all that mattered.

“It’s not because of the blood of the False King, but because he is my knight. This level of surprise is just natural for him!”

“Looking for death!”

Endless frost winds clashed with a sea of crimson flames as the roars of dragons and lions echoed across the battlefield once more.

At the same time.

Bahamut glanced towards his familiar offspring in the distance, unable to hide the weariness and sorrow etched on his face.

Father and son, connected by blood, should have protected each other, yet they had ended up in this sorry state.

But it was time to put an end to it all.

“Nidhogg, you’ve committed too many sins; the old man must end your fate.”

“It’s you, it really is you, Father…”

Nidhogg’s lips curled in a mix of shock and rage, while deep, dark magical energy surged from his body like a curse from the underworld.

The pitch-black Dragon of Magic howled skyward, an overwhelming killing intent surging forth: “That voice is definitely yours! You’re just a remnant soul, and yet you still want to help the humans! Alright then, let me personally shatter your soul!”

Upon reaching Sequence 4, Roy’s extraordinary power surged tenfold, filling him with newfound strength.

But the projection of the Dragon King consumed energy at an alarming rate; just maintaining its existence caused a massive evaporation of extraordinary power, leaving even high-tier Roy looking pale.

He never thought the projected remnant soul could defeat Nidhogg, but buying time was more than enough.

“Create an opportunity for me.” Roy whispered to the Dragon King.

“You only have one sword’s worth of opportunity.” Bahamut sighed heavily.

“Can we do it?”

Hearing this, Roy raised his bloodied lips and replied with a faint smile, “One sword is enough.”

In a flash of communication, the Dragon King lunged towards the Magic Dragon.

Roy hoisted the exhausted Golden-Winged Griffin up with urgency: “Wake up!”

“Big brother, I’m still alive! What the heck is going on?!”

It was no wonder the Golden-Winged Griffin was stunned.

In the sky, the clash of thunder was disorienting, like a different dimension altogether.

If the Griffin’s silhouette could cut through the sky, the battle between the two mythical dragons was enough to turn the whole world upside down.

With one claw, the Dragon King unleashed tremendous force, stripping away large patches of dark scales and flesh.

But the furious black dragon was equally terrifying; as it was hit, it bit down on the Dragon King’s shoulder, tearing away chunks of light and darkening him further.

The roars intertwined endlessly.

Both sides fought with pure ferocity, relying solely on the brutal instincts coursing through their dragon blood, releasing claws, fangs, and tails upon each other’s bodies like a storm.

Every encounter unleashed wind pressure enough to shatter mountains, and in the blink of an eye, they destroyed the long-destroyed volcanic crater.

Lightning struck, boulders shattered, and lava spilled everywhere; the very earth trembled with their battle.

However, after countless clashes, Nidhogg finally managed to gain the upper hand, driving a claw through Bahamut’s chest first.

Following that, a dark breath surged forth from the close-range combat.

Countless dark lightning bolts concentrated into a point, casting the world into shadow.

A devastating beam condensed into a line, like an unstoppable sword, piercing through the Dragon King’s form, causing the dark golden projection to fade completely.

Once revered as a demigod, the Dragon King was now just a remnant soul; the black dragon, drenched in its own blood, relentlessly tore at everything within its sight.

“Old fool! Just a mere remnant soul, do you really think you can defeat me now?!”

Nidhogg was relentless.

With a burst of rage, its claws pierced through the Dragon King’s heart, binding Bahamut’s body with its tail like chains, intending to tear him apart from the inside out.

Yet, there were no growls, no roars, not even a scream of pain.

A complex emotion flashed in the phantom’s dark eyes, responding to the pure hatred with an embrace.

The withering Dragon King tightly embraced Nidhogg’s body in mid-air.

In that fleeting pause, Bahamut finally released the guilt and regrets that had tortured him for thousands of years.

“I’m sorry, I’ve failed you, and I’ve failed the dragon clan.”

“But you, now fallen, must die. Only then can I forgive your sins.”

Coming back to his senses from the shock, Nidhogg’s briefly surfaced feelings were once again buried beneath surging magic.

Nidhogg lunged and bit, dismembering Bahamut in the cruelest manner: “Not in your dreams!”

“Right now, you’re no match for me.”

Enduring the wrath of the Magic Dragon, Bahamut forced a bitter smile: “Indeed, I’m no match for you; someone else will defeat you.”

The one who should bear thousands of years of hatred was, after all, the Dragon King himself.

And to end this feud, only another could sever the chains of hatred.

Before Nidhogg realized Bahamut’s intention, it was already too late.

No matter how much Nidhogg tore, Bahamut continued to hold onto its wing with all his might.

Above in the sky, the golden wings fell.

The Black-Haired Boy leaped down from above, surrounded by thunder, his body was clad in armor refined from dragon scales, and a dragon wing of the Sky Dragon materialized on his right shoulder.

Not just a projection, he held the solid dark golden sword in his hands.

That was the Dragon Slaying Sword forged by the Dragon King, the very blade that had once slain the [Evil Dragon: Fafnir].

Nidhogg raised its head high, roaring out its final wrath.

Centuries of hatred erupted at that moment, the black dragon’s fury mingling with the deep magic energy, the dark lightning and magic intertwining into a single line, striking down upon Bahamut once more.

At the same time, the Dragon Slaying Sword, held high by the Black-Haired Boy, came crashing down from the sky.

【Dragon Breath: Skyfall!】

The dark golden light flashed from Roy’s eye, and the overwhelming thunderous rays fell with the sword.

That was the breath of the dragon king, the destructive power belonging to the master of the sky, capable of slaying dragons in one stroke.

The clouds surged, and the thunderbolts shattered, resembling the vast lightning crashing down from the entire sky like a dark crescent moon descending upon the mountains.

Even the flames of hatred that had burned for a thousand years or the breath that could incinerate all the Magic Dragon’s might fell apart under the relentless sword light.

The destructive breath collided with the vast sword light, light and dark merging into one, then bursting forth with an overwhelming pressure, thick clouds dissipated into nothingness, the volcano was ground to dust, and the earth sank into oblivion, wiping everything around it out completely.

At this moment, whether it was the ferocity of the dragons, the bravery of the knights, or even the ice and fire that split the sky, they all seemed diminutive and insignificant.

A gray light engulfed the entire world.

The roars of the dragons and the cries of the knights melted into a deathly silence.