Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 387: Exterminating an Army

The silence in the sky was shattered.

Strax hovered above the battlefield, his eyes locked on the carriage that held Kryssia. His friend. His sister-in-arms… reduced to a mutilated shadow of what she once was. Her body — broken, wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, anti-magic chains choking even the faintest glimmer of hope.

"You're still breathing, Kryssia…" he muttered, voice low and resonant, like thunder that heralds the end. "You gave me a chance to live. Now, I'll return the favor the only way I know how."

His eyes gleamed with a deep, hellish red. A crack tore through the sky. In a flash, his body exploded with light, expanding with absolute power.

Ruby-red scales covered his form, long serpents of energy coiled around his spiraling horns, and his flaming mane extended into the heavens. His roar tore through the sky like a divine sentence.

On the ground, the soldiers looked up in horror, frozen in place.

"W-what the hell is that…?" one of the Rank King warriors stammered, his voice faltering as he tried to name the impossible.

Strax did not answer.

He descended.

The first strike was the Dragon's Breath — a colossal beam of black fire and chaos that swept through the front lines. The flames howled like ravenous beasts, devouring hundreds of ordinary soldiers in seconds, evaporating armor, flesh, bone — even their souls disintegrated in the inferno's wake.

The screams came too late.

"HE'S EXTERMINATING US!" a general roared, desperately trying to hold the formation.

But there was no formation that could withstand this.

"Ninety of you call yourselves Rank Kings?" Strax's voice echoed from the skies, distorted, divine, overflowing with Imperial Mandate. "Then hear my decree... You. Will. Die."

He plunged into the heart of the army with inhuman speed, guided by his Extended Thought Velocity. It was as if time bent around him — every strike an eternity for those struck.

One of the Rank Kings, a woman with golden eyes, raised her enchanted spear, shouting, "Kill the dragon!"

Strax appeared behind her before the command even left her lips. Dragon's Claw activated — his claws extended, blazing with negative energy and demonic heat. In a single motion, the warrior's head was severed along with half her torso. Her blood gushed like a fountain, only to be absorbed into the air before it could touch the ground.

Blood Manipulation.

He molded it mid-air, forging hundreds of plasma spears that launched like missiles toward the rear-line mages. Each impact turned bodies into crimson bursts of gore.

"RETREAT!" another commander screamed. "HE'S NOT A MAN— HE'S A GOD!"

"Wrong," Strax's voice rumbled like thunder. "I am consequence."

The sky opened.

Lightning Manipulation — storms surged from nothingness, and hundreds of bolts rained down, targeting troops with merciless precision. Soldiers screamed as they were charred alive, their bodies twisting in agony before turning to ash.

From the flanks, mounted knights attempted a pincer formation.

Strax spun mid-air and unleashed Dragon's Explosion, a burst of draconic energy that spread like a seismic wave, launching bodies skyward, splitting the earth into fissures that swallowed dozens of soldiers. The ground cracked into flaming labyrinths.

From the center of the army, one Rank King survived the blast — a warrior clad in black armor, wielding twin demonic axes.

"I FEAR NO MONSTER!" he bellowed, charging forward.

Strax smiled — a cold, empty gesture.

"What is courage… without power?"

His body flared with abyssal energy so dense the warrior's axes melted before they could touch his skin. Strax grabbed him by the head and slammed him into the ground — a crater spanning kilometers burst open from the impact, and the warrior disintegrated into black particles, his soul annihilated by Strax's Infernal Soul.

He lifted his gaze. Dozens of Rank Kings remained. And beyond them...

His eyes shimmered with Dragon Eyes, piercing through all illusions and defenses.

"…Ten thousand," he whispered, voice dripping with disdain. "Diana… you didn't tell me about the ten thousand. How dishonest."

Kryssia's pain. The betrayal. The ambush.

All of it fed his Black Heart.

The sky went completely dark.A vortex of positive and negative energy spun around Strax, a spiral of harmonious destruction. The air trembled. Reality bent. Time hesitated.

"Then listen well, soldiers of the Empire…"

His voice cut into the mind of every soul on that field.

"From this moment on, I declare War."

Chaos Energy. Light Manipulation. Fire. Ice. Water. Nature. All of it.

The world exploded.

Pillars of ice rained from the heavens like spears from the gods. Trees burst from the ground only to twist instantly into monstrous vines, impaling soldiers. Green fire erupted from beneath the earth in columns of unnatural flame. Water rose from the bodies like razor-sharp mist, piercing eyes, severing tendons. The light burned. The darkness devoured.

In the midst of the chaos, Strax spun through the sky like a serpentine demon, every movement a sentence, every roar a massacre.

One final Rank King tried to escape, dragging Kryssia's carriage behind him.

"I-I'll use her as a bargaining chip—!!"

Strax descended like a thunderbolt.

"You dare…""TOUCH WHAT'S MINE?"

His body expanded, covering the entire battlefield. With a single breath of abyssal fire, the last of the elite were obliterated. The heavens cracked open in a blinding flash, and when the light faded…

Only ashes remained.

And silence.

Strax landed. His body slowly reverted to human form, smoke rising from his shoulders.

The carriage lay shattered. Kryssia — still alive. Her eyes found his.

"…You came," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Strax knelt beside her. He said nothing. He simply scooped her up into his arms.

"Sorry I took so long."

Behind him, the ground was a sea of corpses, the air heavy with blood and collapsing magic.

He lifted her gently and whispered, "I'll heal you."But... his energy couldn't.I'll have to take her to Vorah.

"Let's get out of here, Kryssia… it's over."

But the world disagreed.

Out of nowhere — BAM!

A monstrous punch slammed into Strax's face with enough force to bend the air around him. The impact launched him like a crimson comet, tearing through miles of forest, stone, and mountain in a streak of destruction.

BOOOOOOM!

The crash shook the entire continent. The crater left behind steamed and hissed, spewing vapor and molten earth.

From above, through the now-torn clouds, someone descended with slow, deliberate grace. Bare feet touched the blood-soaked ground, and the silence was broken by the sound of a low, muffled laugh.

It was Barak.

Tall. Broad. Dressed only in fine trousers and a crimson silk cloak, clearly stolen from a brothel. His bare chest bore scars and claw marks — likely from Strax himself during the previous massacre.

His blond hair was disheveled. His stubbled jaw slick with sweat. His eyes gleamed with a twisted mix of lust and rage. Fresh blood coated his neck… but it wasn't his.

He cracked his neck lazily.

"Ahhh… damn you, you fucking lizard. I was right in the middle of a good time, you prick."

Behind him, two overturned luxury carriages smoldered, partially burned. Hysterical screams rang out from within — courtesans, no doubt, brought along by Barak to celebrate his "inevitable" victory.

His smile revealed sharp, predatory teeth. He licked his lips slowly.

"Three dead whores, a bottle of priceless wine spilled, and… my dick got bit. Yeah, you woke me up the wrong fucking way, you miserable bastard."

He raised his fist, still wrapped in crimson smoke.The air twisted violently around him.

Barak, the General of the Empire.Emperor Rank.The man who once defeated Kryssia.

At the bottom of the crater, among the melted rubble, something stirred.

A clawed black hand emerged.

Strax pulled himself from the wreckage — his scales cracked, his face partially burned by the impact. Blood trickled from his mouth.

But he was laughing.

"You… hit me… over some whores?"

Barak laughed back. A deep, bestial, obscene sound.

"You killed my fun, brother. Now it's personal."

Strax cracked his neck. A spiral of black and white energy began to rise around his body.The air lost its color.

"You were inside… screwing prostitutes while your army was being slaughtered?"His voice had changed — no anger, no pain. Just pure nihilism."And you call yourself a General…?"

Barak spat on the ground.

"Not a general. I am Absolute. Why the hell would I need an army of weaklings?"

"Perfect," Strax said — and vanished.

BANG!

He reappeared directly in front of Barak with speed that time itself couldn't follow.His fist — charged with Chaos Energy, Lightning, and Hellfire — exploded into Barak's gut, launching the man backward like a human missile.

Barak crashed through a hill, three colossal trees, and hit the ground still laughing.

"FUCK YES! That's more like it! Give me MORE!"

He stood, blood dripping from his mouth, but clearly thrilled.There were gashes across his abdomen, and his aura flickered — he was nowhere near 100%.But that only made him more dangerous.

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Strax descended, golden light glowing in his eyes.

"You shouldn't exist."

"And you don't know how to play," Barak growled, rotating his shoulder.He pulled a weapon from the ring on his finger — a golden axe, its blade pulsing with violet flames.

"Time for the real war."

Strax raised both hands. The sky howled in response.The clouds began to spiral violently above.

Manipulation of Ice. Fire. Water. Nature. Light. Blood.

All of it converged into him.