I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 123: Uncle Navin

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Chapter 123: Uncle Navin

Smoke curled into the crimson sky.

The battlefield trembled from the fall of the colossal dragon, but it wasn’t over.

Not yet.

Not while the beast still flailed.

Aamir hovered mid-air, his breath ragged, blue Chimera aura crackling around him. Below, the ground quaked again as the dragon roared, trying to push itself upright, bleeding but far from finished.

His lungs screamed for air. His wings of energy flickered under the immense pressure. Every nerve in his body trembled, but he didn’t retreat. Below, the battlefield was a graveyard—and the dragon was trying to rise from it.

"Not yet," Aamir muttered under his breath. "You’re not getting back up."

He clenched his fists tighter, forcing more energy into his Chimera state, ignoring the growing cracks along his aura shield. It was like trying to hold lightning with bare hands.

"It’s trying to break free!" Riya shouted, her face pale but determined.

The dragon’s legs shifted, wings trembling. Its golden eyes burned with rage and defiance.

"We can’t let it take flight!" Aamir bellowed. "We end this now!"

Just then, a thick mass of green vines erupted from the earth, twisting like serpents, latching onto the dragon’s hind limbs.

From a nearby cliff, Kaveri Mahadevan stood tall, her palms glowing with mantra-infused sigils of nature, her eyes like burning emeralds.

"It’s not going anywhere."

With a flick of her wrist, the vines snapped taut, wrapping around the beast’s joints. The ground beneath her cracked as she poured energy into the spell.

"Agni Mantra – Flame Root Bind!"

The vines ignited with magical fire, burning the dragon’s flesh from inside and out, forcing it to stay grounded. The beast screamed, its wings flapping violently.

Kaveri narrowed her eyes.

"I can hold it... but not for long!"

Kaveri’s arms trembled. Blood ran from her nose as the energy backlash of manipulating two elemental forces—earth and fire—tore through her body.

One wrong move and the backlash would paralyze her.

"Don’t you dare break free..." she whispered, gritting her teeth.

Her students in the background poured their energy into the support mantra circles, their eyes wide with strain and awe.

One of them cried, "Guildmaster, your veins—!"

But she didn’t flinch.

Aamir called out to his team.

"Cut its legs now—NOW!"

Kunal bolted forward. "I’ll find the weak points!"

Raj was right behind him. "And I’ll hit the pressure points!"

The two dashed into the dragon’s shadow. Kunal’s eyes turned pitch black as he activated Mrityu Vidhita—the Eye of Death. His daggers gleamed ominously, slicing at ligaments.

But the scales were thick—like steel walls.

"Damn it... these daggers are too weak!"

He gritted his teeth, then bit his thumb, smearing blood across the blades.

"Deathroot Invocation—Stage Two."

The blood on the daggers hissed like acid, seeping into the blade, twisting it with necrotic runes that shimmered violet-black. It wasn’t just death magic—it was ancient, cursed art from his family’s vault.

He inhaled sharply.

"Every time I use this... I get closer to becoming something I fear."

But he stabbed forward anyway.

The daggers turned blacker than night, dripping with twisted aura.

"You’ll feel this, beast."

He lunged again—slash!—this time the blades sank deeper, cutting through tendons.

Raj followed up, his blade glowing as he struck four critical points.

"These are the pressure points... but it’s tough as hell!"

From behind, Riya raised her staff.

"Keep its balance off! I’ll freeze the joints!"

Meera extended both arms, conjuring a massive firebomb.

"I’ll melt the armor first!"

The frost and flame hit simultaneously, exploding in a cloud of steam and scorched scale. The foot cracked. Blood sprayed.

"It’s working! Everyone—synchronize your hits!" Seenu commanded, arms ablaze.

Far off, Haider Ali watched silently, his eyes fixed on Aamir.

The boy who once hesitated in sparring matches now coordinated a full assault on a legendary beast.

He clenched his sword.

"He’s grown... from a fighter to a commander."

He turned to Shinroku beside him.

"He’s not just brave anymore. He’s calculating. He knows when to lead, when to trust."

Shinroku smirked.

"Didn’t I tell you the kid would surprise us?"

CRASH! The dragon’s tail swept violently, nearly hitting Meera.

"Look out!"

Haider dashed forward, intercepting it mid-swing, his blade glowing with mantra as he parried the impact.

"Stay focused! This isn’t done yet!"

Seenu opened his arms wide, summoning a fire-dome shield, blocking the secondary tail swipe.

"Meera, amplify the blast radius!"

"Already on it!"

Across the rear ridge, Anirudh Malhotra, guild leader of Chhaya Marga, emerged from the shadows.

His eyes darted, analyzing the battle.

"Enemy is grounded. Main threat is its mobility."

He whispered into a rune-etched communicator:

"Deploy Shadow Anchors. Reinforce Kaveri’s vines."

Shadowy tendrils snaked from the ground, wrapping around the dragon’s wings. The beast screeched in fury as darkness restrained it.

From a cliff above, Rudra Pratap Singh watched through a strategic lens.

"They’re coordinating better than I expected... Good. Then I’ll lay the final trap."

He carved sigils into the rocks and whispered:

"Divya Vyuha: Vajra Seal Formation."

Magical pillars formed a barrier beneath the dragon—an anti-escape net. If it flew, it would be torn apart midair.

Aamir soared forward. His Chimera claws glowed bright blue as he slashed—

KRRAAAAK!

A segment of the dragon’s hide split open. Black ichor sprayed.

"Next leg—move!"

The team moved like a single living organism. Kunal, Raj, Riya, Meera, Seenu, Sinki, Shirou, and Kiyoto—all in perfect rhythm.

Even the gods might’ve paused to witness it.

Their moves flowed like water, forged not just in training halls—but in war, in pain, in loyalty.

Riya’s ice shield curved to match Meera’s flame arc without a word.

Seenu shifted his stance so Raj’s strike could follow through perfectly.

They didn’t speak—but their hearts beat as one.

Because this wasn’t just a fight.

It was survival—for the world they swore to protect.

King Veerendra, still suspended in the sky, floated—wings of light now pulsing from his back.

He hadn’t consumed a pill, but the air warped around him. His aura rippled like a supernova, the very clouds spiraling above him.

Lightning forked through the sky behind him—not summoned, but responding to his sheer existence. His silhouette gleamed like a celestial being.

Soldiers stopped mid-battle just to look up, some falling to their knees.

A whisper ran across the battlefield.

"The King has awakened his True Form..."

Even the enemy generals paused.

And Zorwath... watched with mild curiosity.

Aamir looked up, wide-eyed.

"The King... he’s drawing power from the battlefield. From us?"

Veerendra’s voice boomed like thunder.

"I will not let this creature touch Aryavrata ever again!"

Twin golden crescents erupted from his arms.

"Heaven-Sundering Slash!"

SLIIIIICE!

The wings fell, torn clean. The beast screamed in agony.

Aamir raised his blade, energy surging.

"Luman... guide me."

"Strike now. Sync it with the King. You’ll share the system’s judgment."

Blue phoenix flames surged around Aamir’s blade.

"For Aryavrata... For everyone counting on me."

He slashed.

The twin attacks—gold and blue—struck simultaneously.

CRRAAAAAACK!

The dragon’s head flew.

A heartbeat later—BOOOOM—its body fell.

Silence.

Then came the roar of triumph from thousands of soldiers.

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Aamir’s body radiated light. His breathing slowed.

But then—a chill.

High above, Zorwath hovered, watching everything. His black robes fluttered. His arms folded. Face calm.

"So... you killed my beast."

His voice was silk dipped in poison. The dragon’s death didn’t anger him—it bored him.

To him, the Apex creature was a pawn. Replaceable. Meaningless.

Aamir’s throat tightened. This wasn’t a commander.

This was a god playing at war.

Aamir looked up. His heartbeat thudded like war drums.

Zorwath’s aura dropped like a meteor. Cold. Cosmic. Cruel.

Even the light seemed to bend around him.

"But that was only a fragment of what I could create."

"You think victory tastes sweet? Let me show you the bitterness of war."

He descended.

Aamir turned—but too late.

SWOOSH!

Zorwath’s hand darted toward him—dark energy swirling.

But—

"AAAMIR!"

A figure blurred into view—

SQUELCH!

Zorwath’s arm pierced straight through the man’s chest.

Aamir’s heart stopped. The hand—meant for him—had pierced someone else.

The man’s cloak fell away.

It was Navin.

"No..."

Blood bubbled from his lips, but he smiled. That same calm smile he’d worn since Aamir was a child. The smile that always said "You’re safe."

"UNCLE NAVIN?!"

Time froze.

Navin gasped, blood pouring from his lips, Zorwath’s hand stuck in his torso.

"Told you... I’d protect you."

Aamir dropped to his knees.

"I should’ve seen it... I should’ve stopped it..."

Navin raised his hand weakly and brushed Aamir’s face.

"You’re stronger than me now..."

Zorwath rolled his eyes.

"Touching. But death doesn’t pause for tears."

"NO! UNCLE!!"

Zorwath frowned.

"Pointless."

He raised his second hand—

"Return to dust."

"NOOOOO!"

Navin screamed—his body shriveled. Skin cracked. His form turned to ash.

Aamir lunged, but Haider Ali held him back.

"LET ME GO!"

"You can’t save him now!"

Navin’s gaze met Aamir’s one last time.

"...Live."

Then—he was gone.

Ash on the wind.

The ash clung to Aamir’s hands. To his face.

His scream was silent—but the sky heard it.

And for a moment... it wept with him.

A faint drizzle began to fall.

But the battle wasn’t over.

Zorwath was still standing.

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