The Max Level Hero Has Returned!-Chapter 972

‘I definitely threw the bait...’

When the monarch regained his senses and looked around, what caught his eye weren’t dragons—but two beings whose power surpassed even that of dragons.

There were other presences, similar to the three beings the monarch’s master had brought with her—those who carried the power of the stars.

Constellations.

On top of that, the biggest variable of all appeared: the very same human he had been warned about.

Though there were several moderate faction dragons present as well, they didn’t matter in the slightest. The only thing that mattered right now was...

‘Why is he here...?’

"You look really curious about why I’m here. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to show up in person either, but hey—this works out better for me."

[There should’ve been a barrier in place to block spatial warping.]

And it wasn’t just any ordinary barrier. He had been told that no high-level magic by itself could manage to dispel the human’s spell, so an entirely different method had been used to set the barrier up.

The method entailed erecting five mediums that were strong enough not to go down even amid total destruction.

The monarch had personally overseen the subordinates responsible for the barrier, confirming everything with his own eyes. Unless there had been a betrayal that took it down from the inside, such a breach should have been impossible.

[No. It can't be.]

"Forget that for now. Let me just ask you one thing."

The monarch’s blue eyes flared with a sharp, ominous light.

[Speak, human.]

"Do you even know what you’re doing right now?"

At that question, the subordinates next to the monarch tensed up, shouting furiously.

[You dare speak so insolently to the monarch?!]

[The monarch’s noble will is—]

"Silence."

At his command, all fell quiet.

“...”

[What is it you’re trying to say, human?]

"I just want to know—do you know exactly what you’re doing?”

For some reason, despite his emotionless tone, the monarch quietly nodded.

[Yes.]

Slash!!

In that instant, a flash of blade energy came from nowhere, slicing clean through one of the monarch’s mighty wings.

“Then there’s nothing more to say—I’ll put you in your early grave here today.”

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With his cold declaration, both the fallen dragons and the moderate faction began charging their breaths simultaneously.

These beings, capable of reshaping entire landscapes, were beginning a fierce clash of the ages.

In an instant, beams of searing heat shot out from all directions.

The moderate dragons resisted as best they could, yet they still were far lacking in terms of numbers.

But—

[Pathetic!!]

There was no way the Storm Dragon King would simply stand by and watch.

With a powerful sweep of its massive wings, Megalodria summoned a devastating storm that surged forth, colliding with the oncoming barrage of scorching breath attacks.

The violent clash of opposing forces erupted into a massive shockwave, sending ripples of destruction across the battlefield.

* * *

“Rinne.”

“Awaiting orders.”

“Don’t interfere. Take Evangeline and head to Heins Territory, then meet up with Killer Rabbit there.”

Without a word of protest, she vanished. He then turned his attention to Megalodria and Shandra Minea, who were in the middle of counterattacking.

“You two, leave as well.”

[What? Just when it was getting interesting...]

“Shut up and go.”

His icy tone made them hesitate for a moment. They exchanged glances before Megalodria picked up Shandra Minea and swiftly took off into the sky.

[Don't let them escape! Annihilate the enemy!]

One of the elder dragons from the reformist faction roared furiously.

Now, only Davey and the moderate faction dragons remained on their side. Without hesitation, he had sent the rest away.

Then, after a breath attack was sent hurtling toward Megalodria, Davey stretched out his hand.

[Devour]

Crunch!

An invisible force moved at that very moment and devoured the breath attack mid-air.

[You’ve got some nerve. You sent all your subordinates away, and now you expect to stop us with just those cowards?]

The monarch sneered, recovering his severed wings as he taunted Davey.

“Is there a problem with that?”

[You’re just a lunatic.]

The enemies laughed in a mocking tone. But in contrast, the dragons of the moderate faction remained eerily calm.

[They really don’t know, huh?]

[Are they stupid? How could they not realize?]

Just as confusion flickered across the faces of the fallen ones, the sky began to darken.

Silence fell over the battlefield as all eyes turned upward.

Descending from the pitch-black sky was a massive number of undead dragons, slowly encircling the enemy forces.

Their numbers were close to fifty.

Even after adding up all the dragons Davey had personally slain, the count should have barely reached thirty. Yet now, that number had nearly doubled.

[T-Those are...?]

The monarch’s eyes glowed with shock.

“Your little friends from the tower were quite something. How does it feel to know your empty base was raided?”

This was the reason why his undead dragon army had suddenly increased in numbers.

[You. Don’t tell me... The tower?!]

“Yeah, that little tower of yours; pretty impressive, I must admit. Where did you even gather all those dragons?” Davey said in a mocking tone as he curled his fingers. Each tip flickered with black flames.

[Kill... Kill him! Kill him now!!]

The monarch’s enraged shout sent the fallen dragons into a frenzy. It was only natural, as the fallen ones had initially held the advantage in numbers.

But the situation had flipped.

[Do not be afraid! Undead dragons are nothing more than lifeless puppets!]

At the command of one of the elder dragons, the fallen ones snapped back to their senses. They began charging their breath attacks once again.

After all, no matter how formidable an undead dragon might be, it could never match a living dragon.

Or so they thought.

Ziiing.

Whoosh!!

A thin, black flame-infused breath attack swept across the battlefield from the ground to the sky in an instant.

The dragons froze in shock.

[Kraaahhh!! My wings!!]

[Aaagh! My eyes!! My eyes!!!]

Two dragons, who had been leisurely preparing their defenses, screamed in agony after the attack struck them before they could even react.

The power of the undead dragons was on an entirely different level. Unlike the typical undead, these dragons possessed overwhelming force, and their enemies struggled to comprehend why.

Panic set in among the fallen ones.

Meanwhile, the moderate faction dragons looked as if they had expected this outcome all along.

[Forget this whole “guardian of Middle Earth” nonsense. I quit.]

[That human is doing everything, anyway. Maybe I should just stay in my lair and take up knitting or stamp-collecting.]

Of course, the moderate dragons still had problems of their own that they'd have to personally deal with after Davey left.

One by one, the undead dragons began to rise.

“Wipe them out.”

- Kraaahhh!!

They flashed their eyes ominously and let out deafening roars. They then descended upon the battlefield like a rainstorm.

Their absurd numbers and size weren’t just mere intimidation—they were a full-scale catastrophe.

The battle turned completely one-sided.

The fallen ones, who had never imagined their own kind would return as undead and fight against them, quickly fell into disarray.

But the undead dragons pursued them relentlessly. One by one, they suffered fatal wounds and collapsed.

[Don’t kill them! Disrupt their control instead!!]

Realizing that even the severely wounded undead dragons were regenerating, the fallen ones abandoned their efforts to destroy them and instead attempted to break the force controlling them.

‘Oh? Who says you can do that?’

Davey swept his hand through the air, summoning his power.

[9th Level Ultimate Holy Magic]

[Saint Sanctuary]

Fwooosh!!

The holy power from his body manifested as radiant white feathers and engulfed the battlefield. Their pristine force prevented him from losing control of the undead dragons.

[Impossible!! Holy magic alongside devil magic?!]

Though the enemy dragons didn’t know how it was being done, they were utterly dumbfounded.

Devil magic, holy magic, and elemental magic were not meant to be used together. No, it was outright impossible for one person to wield all three.

Even for dragons, who were capable of using multiple schools of magic, mastering one to a high circle level meant the others could only be used at a basic level. And even then, it placed a heavy strain on their bodies to do so.

But Davey had just unleashed ultra-high-level holy magic while simultaneously commanding undead dragons with high-level devil magic.

For the dragons, this defied all logic.

And the most absurd part was...

[Damn it!! Why are the undead dragons getting stronger from holy power?!]

A young dragon screamed in a mix of panic and disbelief.

One after another, the dragons desperately tried to escape or fight back, but the undead dragons empowered by the unexpected buff were relentless.

The unique properties that devil mana, holy power, and elemental mana each had were primary factors in this harrowing display.

But the biggest reason it could be done was that it was power used via the authority of Predatory Assimilation.

Davey had consumed and assimilated various forces through the authority of Predatory Assimilation, completely disregarding the usual rules of magic.

The battle was no longer a fair war, a subjugation, or even a raid.

It was a massacre.

[I'll kill you!]

The monarch’s eyes burned with chilling fury as dark energy erupted from his body.

It was the power granted to him by Odin—or so he had claimed.

It was clear now—unlike the other ordinary dragons, this one had a hidden trump card.

And sure enough, his power was dangerous.

As his energy began to take form, it surrounded Davey.

[You will never escape my grasp. You will lose all sensation. Your soul will be thrown into chaos. You will suffer eternal agony!]

His power seized Davey. Realizing that normal attacks wouldn’t be enough, the monarch had finally resorted to using the power Odin had granted him.

The black energy quickly engulfed Davey. Seeing this, the moderate faction dragons, who had been idly watching for an opening to intervene, suddenly sprang up and shouted.

But Davey didn’t put up any deliberate resistance. Instead, he spoke calmly.

“I don’t believe Odin ever betrayed me.”

[What are you talking about, human? Are you so terrified of death that you’re spewing nonsense?]

“If that were true, then why would she have given me a countermeasure to use against this very curse?”

Fwooosh!!

The power of the curse that had seeped into his body began to distort.

Flow Rejection—the ability Rho Aias had granted him in the past—had been neutralized and distorted due to multiple factors.

But at the same time, it made Davey nearly immune to curses.

“You’re not the only ones who can use curses.”

For the first time in a while, Davey let an old, familiar power resurface within him.

[Modified Curse of Versha]

[Strong Physical Collapse]

The monarch’s body, which had been reinforced by the curse, suddenly began to twist under an even stronger one.

“Whether you did it knowingly or not... stop causing pointless trouble.”