Dragon King: Throne of Demons and Gods-Chapter 126: Roar of the End

The battle became a festival of destruction.

Bel soared through the chaos like a living apocalypse, his massive wings beating against the shattered wind, each flap shaking the ground beneath.

With lightning around him and fire flickering from his maw, he was the culmination of a war machine.

Dragons swarmed, their roars cutting through the storm. But he wasn’t afraid.

He opened his jaws.

A stream of fire burst forth, searing red-orange, carving a blazing scar across the sky.

The air turned white, then detonated in a series of thunderous shockwaves. The sky lit up like a second sun, and the wind caught fire.

In the aftermath, the air shimmered with intense heat. Ash drifted like black snow, coating the battlefield.

Every breath burned in the lungs. The world felt heavier, denser.

A single breath had warped the world itself.

One dragon screamed as the fire cleaved through its body, erupting behind it in a sunburst of flames.

Another one dove from above. Bel twisted, inhaled, and unleashed a breath of water.

A massive, high-pressure beam shot forward, crashing into the dragon and the cliffs below. The explosion shattered the earth, sending stone flying, carving a lake-sized crater.

Water spilled into it, creating a steaming sea between jagged ruins and scorched ground.

He roared, a sound deeper than thunder, and the earth below trembled. Cracks split the terrain, rocks jutted skyward, mountains formed, then fell apart.

A dragon swung its tail. Bel shot upward, dodging, then retaliated with lightning.

A jagged beam ripped through the clouds, slamming into the enemy. It writhed midair, body convulsing, then dropped like a meteor.

Another dragon came from below.

Bel’s breath turned to frost.

A piercing ice beam shot downward, engulfing the dragon mid-flight. Its wings froze in an instant, its body coated in diamond-blue ice, and with a final shriek, it shattered into a thousand glittering pieces.

Breath after breath, strike after strike. Bel was relentless. A masterclass in destruction. His elemental breaths were sharper, faster, more terrifying than anything the other dragons could match.

But then...

"...?!"

From the swirling sky above, a beam of pure energy crashed down.

It pierced through Bel’s back, searing through muscle and scale, exiting clean from his chest with a flash of light.

His entire body jerked in shock.

He saw the King from afar, floating above the battlefield, still intact, watching.

Bel’s breath caught.

He knew that blast had come from him.

As if on cue, the dragons turned and swarmed again, closing in from all directions. The pain in Bel’s chest surged, but it wasn’t just pain now. It was rage.

A pure, unyielding rage.

His body tensed. Something deep inside stirred, older than his thoughts, deeper than reason.

Instinct and power, mixing in a new entity inside.

A raw surge of power erupted through his blood, blazing like wildfire.

Bel opened his maw wide, and from the pit of his soul, it came out.

A roar.

[DRAGON FEAR]

A roar that didn’t sound like his own. It sounded like the roar of a thousand monsters above an explosion, detonating across the sky, shaking the air.

The space darkened, the sky rippled. Dragons halted mid-air, struck still as if time stopped.

Their wings trembled, eyes widened, bodies went limp.

They plummeted like meteors, unable to resist the command buried in that roar.

After the explosion, the world trembled as silence fell for just a moment.

Bel’s wound sparked, his chest began to knit itself, bone, tissue, scale, regenerated in seconds.

The heat around him surged.

There was no time to think.

The King was still there.

He fled through the skies, launching spell after spell from his hands, dark beams, crescent blades of energy, waves of twisting force.

Each one tore through the air, some appearing directly on Bel.

One clipped his wing, splitting a trail of scale and blood. Another grazed his ribs, burning through hide.

Bel kept going.

Then came a shockwave that tore through space itself, a dimensional slash. His vision blurred.

His upper body, from head to torso, split clean in half.

But he kept moving.

A pulse surged through his draconic core, and the two halves of his body twitched violently.

Muscles clenched, tendons snapped back into place, and bones knitted together in a sickening grind. Flesh twisted, scales reformed over it, and his body sealed again.

His wings flared, a snarl ripping from his throat.

He launched a lightning breath instantly, no hesitation, no delay.

The sky lit up blue and white, forcing the King to jerk upward and away.

Bel felt his body burn and tear, but it didn’t matter. All he saw was the King.

Even though his stats were draining fast.

[HP: 54,000 → 49,500 →56,200/ 105,000]

[MP: 88,900 → 79,200 → 95,600/ 142,000]

[Stamina: 47,300 → 46,800 → 52,200/ 90,000]

It was a storm of fury and instinct.

Bel locked his gaze on the King streaking across the sky like a comet.

Thunder cracked behind him as he surged forward, wings slicing through the wind.

He didn’t hesitate, he couldn’t. His vision tunneled, instincts roaring louder than reason. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

The King pivoted midair, his hand raised. Several slashes of energy carved the sky, cutting Bel’s head on several parts.

But Bel didn’t stop.

As the edges of the attack cleaved through him, his muscles pulled forward.

His jaws, split and twitching, kept closing.

And then, with a horrible, wet crunch, his fangs slammed shut around the King’s torso.

He’d taken the hit. Let it slice him apart.

Because he didn’t saw an attack , but an opening, the one moment the King slowed down.

And he didn’t let it pass.

They spun upward violently, spiraling higher and higher into the storm.

Winds howled around them, lightning carved numerous streaks above their heads.

Bel’s body trembled from the power surging through him, but he held the King tight, his teeth digging deeper with every second.

He could probably crush half his body if he wanted, but he had other plans for him.

Thunder rolled louder, echoing across the sky.

Bel’s wings spread wide like the shadow of a god of death, his silhouette illuminated by the flashes.

He looked down.

The dragons stirred below, recovering from Dragon Fear.

With a growl deep in his throat, Bel shifted. His fangs loosened, his head angled.

Then he opened his jaws.

The King dropped slowly, spinning downward, wings limp, and as he plummeted, he looked up to see it.

Light.

A glow gathering in Bel’s throat. Every element, every ounce of magic converging.

The King raised his hands. A golden light wrapped around him.

Then everything started to crumble.

The air, the ground, the sky, it all shattered like glass, disintegrating into golden dust.

The King had activated his final trump card.

The world itself was being erased.

Bel felt his scales peel away, his wings unravel. His body was losing its structure, crackling, disintegrating into dust.

But he didn’t stop.

The blast in his throat reached its apex.

And then, he released it.

A beam tore from his mouth, roaring downward like a divine cannon.

A storm of lightning, fire, water, ice, wind... every element he had mastered, every ounce of rage, magic, and willpower, fused into one final scream of devastation, spinning together into a singular cataclysm.

The air ignited.

The breath struck the world below, the dragons, the King, and in one instant, everything turned white.

The land shattered, mountains newly created cracked, water boiled away.

The clouds evaporated, the sky burning black.

The storm turned into a sun.

The King’s golden defense met the blast, and shattered.

A wave of light erupted outward, lasting for seconds, then, a new form of chaos.

A vortex of energy swirled below Bel, the winds screaming in chaos as he hovered above the wreckage.

The entire sky crackled with electricity and the ground, or what remained of it, was distorted.

Colors bled unnaturally, red skies, yellow clouds, shadows that twisted in unnatural ways.

Bel floated downward, slow, like a falling feather in the eye of a storm.

But he couldn’t feel victory. Not yet. Not even close.

His wings twitched. His body felt wrong.

He looked down at his chest. His scales were turning pale, fading.

His limbs were growing thin. Not from exhaustion, he didn’t feel tired. It was something else.

He didn’t feel... anything.

He looked at his claws, and they were withering, flaking away into dust. Bit by bit.

The void of noise around him was replaced by silence.

His body was disintegrating.

"...What did he do to me?" Bel thought, frowning. The King’s final move. It had gone beyond damage, beyond injury. This wasn’t just about pain.

This was something else. Something permanent.

An attack that ignored regeneration.

"So this is why... the system offered that thing."

He clenched his jaw, irritated.

He’d planned to save that revival for something worse, the Hero, another Demon Lord, some moment down the line.

Not now.

Not after everything he just did.

He opened his interface mentally. This time, the items appeared clear as day, but in his mind.

Maybe... maybe the shop was still accessible. It hadn’t been thirty minutes, had it?

He focused.

[SHOP: OPENED]

The list burst into his vision. He scanned fast.

[Current Gold: 1,204,900]

A huge amount of gold had accumulated, likely rewards from slaying the dragons.

[Mythic Elemental Singularity Stone – 600,000 Gold] Effect: Fuse three max-tier elemental abilities into a permanent core.

[Abyss Crown Mantle – 400,000 Gold]

Effect: Greatly amplifies resistance to divine authority. +120 DEF. +80% Aura Suppression.

[Drakeheart Scale Forge (Artifact)] – 650,000 Gold

Effect: Instantly upgrades a single draconic trait to Ancient level.

But none of them... revived the dead.

No resurrection. No emergency bailout.

Bel’s eyes narrowed, but even in this situation, something else was burning inside him.

"... Seriously." he groaned.

Without thinking, he bought two items burning his will.

[Items Purchased: Drakeheart Scale Forge, Abyss Crown Mantle]

They dropped into his inventory immediately, but his fate didn’t change.

He was really dying.

His body trembled. His chest turned hollow. His wings were flaking into motes of light.

"Damn..."

This time, even his regeneration couldn’t stop it.

Until...

A familiar sound.

[Level Up!] [Level Up!] [Level Up!]

More messages flashed.

[Trial of Ascension: Final Quest Completed.] [Avatar of ???? has been defeated.] [The Balance of Justice has chosen its victor.]

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