I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 752 : Two Cannons

Veyna abruptly stopped, her body halting in midair as if she had crashed into an invisible wall. Her scowl deepened as Laston's voice echoed through her mind, his tone sharp with irritation.

"What are you doing? Don't kill the Ogres and Daemons yet!"

Her jaw tightened. She hadn't been thinking about that. Or actually she just hadn't cared. Her focus had been entirely on the Dragonborn, the way he moved, the way he dodged every one of her attacks with such infuriating ease.

She exhaled sharply before responding. "Sorry, my lord. But I'm chasing the Dragonborn. Another one."

There was a long, tense pause.

"Another one?" Laston's voice lost its irritation and shifted to something more… concerned.

Veyna crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she watched Eccar from a distance. He actually stopped in midair as well and looking at her, as if waiting.

"Yeah. It's not the one who Dredge was fighting. He have same almost identical power." She tilted her head, watching the way he hovered so effortlessly. "He's toying with me. Won't even fight back. It's like he's just keeping me busy."

Silence again.

Then, a muttered curse from Laston.

Veyna frowned. "What is it, my lord?"

"There should be no other Dragonborn besides Erend," Laston muttered, his voice carrying a rare edge of unease. And yet, here he is…

Veyna's frown deepened. It wasn't like Laston to sound this unsure.

"This complicates things," Laston continued, frustration creeping into his tone. "I need to reconsider some things, but for now keep chasing him. Kill him if you can."

A sharp grin curled Veyna's lips. "Oh, I planned on doing exactly that."

Laston didn't respond, but she could feel the weight of his thoughts lingering in her mind. He was rattled.

This wasn't part of his plan. And if there was one thing Laston hated it was anything that threatened his carefully calculated strategies.

Far below, the battlefield was still raging. The Ogres and Daemons surged toward the Elves warriors, but without her attacks raining down upon them, they had regained some semblance of order.

Veyna flexed her fingers, letting purple lightning crackle between them. Her attention snapped back to the air in front of her, where Eccar still hovered, watching her with that damnable smirk.

He had to die.

Then she shot forward.

But as she moved, Laston's thoughts were already elsewhere.

He turned his gaze toward King Gulben and Aerchon who both locked in battle with his clones.

His real body remained behind, watching from a distance as his creations kept the Elven King and his nephew occupied.

This was supposed to be simple. The Elves would be dealt with, and Erend would fall into his hands after he killed those two.

But now, there were two Dragonborn.

His fingers tightened. He had accounted for the power of one, but two? What would that mean for the balance of power?

The thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

"I need to accelerate this."

His eyes narrowed. The longer he let this play out, the more unpredictable it would become.

Laston's eyes flickered with cold determination as he pressed a series of commands on the sleek interface of his wrist device. The glowing lines pulsed, and within seconds, a portal whirred to life beside him.

From its swirling depths emerged two massive cannons, their dark metallic frames lined with pulsing veins of crimson and violet energy.

He reached out, gripping them with practiced ease. The hum of power coursed through his hands as the weapons charged, absorbing energy at an unnatural rate. Within mere moments, the cores at their center glowed a menacing deep purple.

His gaze shifted upward, locking onto King Gulben, who was still engaged with his clone, completely unaware of the danger looming behind him.

Laston leveled both cannons toward the Elven King, his fingers tightening over the triggers.

But then,

A blur of silver and blue shot across the sky.

It was Aerchon.

The prince's sharp eyes caught the sudden emergence of Laston's weapons, and instinct screamed at him.

Whatever those cannons were, they weren't ordinary. And the speed at which they charged told him that they were meant to kill. Laston is not going to play games with them anymore.

A sickening feeling twisted in his gut as he realized where Laston's aim was set.

His father.

There was no time to think.

Aerchon launched himself forward, abandoning the battle against the clones without hesitation. His sharp movement, however, left him wide open.

A sudden, searing pain cut across his back.

One of the clones struck. The blade carved a deep gash along his armor and through his skin, blood spraying behind him.

But he didn't stop.

Aerchon gritted his teeth, his body screaming in pain as he forced himself forward, he crossed the distance in a heartbeat.

The cannons fired.

Dark energy crackled through the air, spiraling into a concentrated beam of destruction. The shot streaked forward, its sheer intensity warping the space around it.

King Gulben remained unaware, his focus solely on the clone before him. He was winning, so he pressing his attack and about to deliver a final strike.

Then a force slammed into his side.

The impact sent him hurtling away, his body twisting midair as the sudden push knocked him out of the beam's trajectory.

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For a split second, confusion flooded his mind. What just happened?

Then he saw it.

Aerchon.

His son had taken the hit from Laston's attack.

The dark light engulfed Aerchon's form, wrapping around him like a devouring serpent. He let out a sharp gasp as the energy surged through him, his body convulsing under the sheer force of the attack.

The blast carried him backward, spiraling through the sky, before a violent explosion of black and purple light erupted around him.

King Gulben's breath caught in his throat.

"Aerchon!"

The name ripped from his lips with disbelief and fury.

Smoke and energy crackled through the air as Aerchon's body plummeted, a trail of dark embers marking his descent.

Laston's smirk widened. His gaze followed Aerchon's falling form, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

One obstacle removed.

He shifted his focus back to King Gulben, who now had his full attention turned away from the battle.

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