I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 739: Rampage

Laston, who had initially intended to strike Aerchon again, suddenly halted in midair.

He didn't actually want to kill his nephew outright. He simply wanted to ensure that Aerchon would no longer interfere with him, so he had to incapacitate him.

However, that thought quickly faded when he saw King Gulben emerging from the palace, soaring into the air.

The king's face was stern, almost angry, yet he maintained his composure, exuding an air of calm authority.

"My brother," Laston said, a smirk playing on his lips. "How have you been? It's been a long time since we last met."

"I suppose I'm fine," King Gulben replied. "I've been ruling this palace while you were off in another world after being exiled—only to return with these abominations."

Laston scoffed. "You mean these abominations?" He gestured downward. "The very ones currently slaughtering your soldiers? Well, yes. They're my creations."

King Gulben let out a quiet sigh. "There's nothing for us to discuss here, is there? Why don't we just get this over with?"

"Hmm…" Laston murmured, narrowing his eyes. His cybernetic eye glowed red as it analyzed the king. After a few seconds, he said, "You look strong, Gulben."

King Gulben smirked. "Is that so?"

Despite his relaxed demeanor, the king wasn't at ease. Laston's new eyes seemed to pierce deep within him, assessing his power directly.

It made him wonder—what else could those eyes see?

Laston had gained power from another dimension. That alone should have been enough to make him confident—against normal enemies, at least.

But Laston was not a normal enemy. He was still an Elf, with the potent magic that came with his bloodline. And now, he had fused that magic with the strange energy from that other world.

Still, King Gulben steadied his resolve. He was the king. Confidence didn't matter. What mattered was that he had to defeat Laston.

Hopefully, without having to involve Erend and Eccar in their conflict again.

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A moment later, Laston shrugged. "Whatever. It won't make a difference. So, do we start now?"

King Gulben launched himself at Laston without hesitation, his sword flashing as he unsheathed it in a swift, deadly arc.

Raising his arm, now pulsing with crimson and silver energy, Laston blocked the strike.

CLANG!

The blade struck against the shimmering energy barrier surrounding Laston's arm. Smirking, Laston swung his other hand toward the king's head.

King Gulben ducked, allowing the attack to pass over him. He felt the searing energy graze his silver hair, burning a few strands as it missed by inches.

Then with relentless speed, his sword flashing through the air in rapid, powerful arcs. Faster and stronger than anything he had displayed before.

Each of his attack carried a force that distorted the air, infused with his Magic.

Laston's expression darkened. He hadn't expected Gulben to be this strong. Something was different. Had he gained new power? Maybe its because of that weapon that he was hiding and now, he decided to use it.

Suspicion flickered in Laston's mind, but he didn't have the luxury of dwelling on it.

The king's strikes came faster, sharper, forcing him on the defensive.

Laston gritted his teeth, realizing he needed to increase his energy output to match this overwhelming assault.

But he was too late.

In a split second, King Gulben infused even more Magic into his blade, channeling raw power through the steel.

With a precise and powerful strike, his sword managed to cut through Laston's defenses, slashing across his body.

Laston's body jolted as pain flared through him. He staggered back, his cybernetic enhancements flickering for a brief moment.

King Gulben didn't stop. He pressed forward, determined to finish the fight before Laston could adjust.

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Aerchon had been brought back into the throne room. The healers who had previously tended to King Gulben were now focused on treating him.

He had suffered multiple wounds from just a single kick from Laston. His chest was emitting an unnatural smoke, a clear sign that several of his ribs were broken.

"What happened to him?" one of the advisors asked.

"His ribs are fractured, and there's a foreign energy attacking his body," the healer replied. "But it's not too severe. We can still treat him."

The healer immediately began working, channeling healing magic into Aerchon's chest while another healer prepared potions.

After a few moments, the potion was ready, and they helped Aerchon drink it.

Aerchon was starting to feel better and immediately asked where his father was.

The healers informed him that King Gulben was now fighting Laston.

A deep sense of worry settled in his chest, and he tried to sit up, but the healers quickly advised him to rest.

The foreign energy inside his body had not been fully expelled yet, and if left untreated, it could become dangerous.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Aerchon reluctantly lay back down.

His body still ached, and he knew he wasn't in any condition to fight. However, his mind remained sharp.

He turned his gaze to the generals standing nearby and addressed them.

"You need to take direct command of the army. The situation is only going to get worse. Laston is preparing to unleash his full power soon, that's what I heard him say before," Aerchon warned.

The generals exchanged uneasy glances. Concern was clear on their faces, but after a brief silence, they let out heavy sighs.

They knew Aerchon was right. If Laston truly intended to go all out, they needed to be prepared for the worst and command the army directly.

The generals exchanged firm nods, their expressions grim. There was no time to waste.

"We should go now," one of them said.

The other general sighed. "Agreed. We can't afford to delay any longer."

Without hesitation, they turned and left the throne room, moving swiftly through the palace corridors. Their steps were heavy with urgency.

As they emerged onto the battlefield, the sight before them was as dire as they had expected.

The army, already getting ready to combat inside the barrier, took notice of their arrival.

Soldiers who just came back inside the barrier because had been holding their ground against Laston's forces paused briefly, their eyes widening.

The presence of the generals on the front lines could only mean one thing—the situation had worsened.

One soldier, bloodied but still standing, turned to his comrade and muttered, "The generals are here… that can't be good."

His companion swallowed hard. "If they're stepping in directly, that means we're running out of options."

A commanding voice broke through the murmurs.

"Enough talking! Focus on the battle! We have to hold this ground no matter what!" one of the generals barked.

The soldiers straightened their stances, gripping their weapons tighter.

"GROOOAAAAHHHH!!!"

A sudden, deafening roar echoed across the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath the Elven soldiers' feet.

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It came from the Daemons and Ogres, their voices merging into a terrifying guttural cry.

The Elves felt a chill run through their spines. Something was wrong.

Panic spread through the ranks as uncertainty gripped them.

"What's happening?" one soldier gasped, tightening his grip on his spear.

"I don't know, but it's not good," another muttered, his eyes darting toward the enemy forces.

Then, as if an invisible switch had been flipped, the Daemons and Ogres charged with reckless fury.

Their movements became wilder, their attacks losing all sense of strategy or coordination. They slashed, smashed, and tore through anything in their path, no longer fighting with reason but with sheer and uncontrollable rage.

Up above, watching from a safe vantage point, Dredge smirked in satisfaction.

His fingers traced the screen on his wrist, feeling the power of the runes at work. Those mindless beasts had no idea they were being controlled.

"They never even questioned it," he said, glancing at Veyna.

Veyna chuckled, her arms crossed. "Offer them power that looks strong, and they take it without a second thought. No clue what it actually does to them."

Dredge let out a low laugh. "Pathetic. But useful."

Below them, the battlefield had turned into chaos.

The Elves outside the barrier were now fighting an enemy that no longer feared pain or death.

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Erend stood by the window near the orb room, his gaze fixed on the battlefield below.

His face was grim as he watched the Ogres and Daemons grow more ferocious, their attacks turning into mindless rampages. Something had changed, and he knew it was only going to get worse.

His eyes shifted to the far horizon, where the army of Forest Elves remained in formation, standing guard and ready to act.

They were waiting for orders, but with King Gulben locked in battle with Laston, there was no command to follow yet. The hesitation in their ranks mirrored the uncertainty in Erend's mind.

He exhaled sharply, frustration building within him. He didn't know the full details of what was happening, and that uncertainty gnawed at him.

The barrier still held, but for how long? The enemy's strength was growing, and if this madness continued, the Elves might not last much longer.

His fingers clenched into fists. Should he act now and join the fight? Or should he wait for permission, respecting the Elves' command structure?

He gritted his teeth, his instincts screaming that standing still was a mistake.

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