Chapter 751: The Natural Enemy of Simps

The Dragon Slayer reached out and grabbed his dragon-spine weapon again.

The moment his fingers closed around it, dark red energy erupted from his body like burning blood.

BOOOOOOM!

The surrounding dragon corpses trembled.

The broken scales, bones, horns, and blood scattered across the battlefield suddenly floated toward him, circling around his body like cursed offerings.

Rachel narrowed her eyes slightly.

Inside the voidship, Varkhor’s expression changed. "He’s using it."

Garion glanced at him. "Using what?"

Aurelion’s golden eyes became colder. "Their trump card."

Outside, the Dragon Slayer roared as the dragon bloodline inside his body awakened violently.

His muscles swelled.

Dark scales tore through his skin.

A pair of twisted horns grew from his head, but they were uneven, like stolen dragon parts forced into a human shape.

His armor melted into his flesh.

The dragon-spine weapon sank into his arm, becoming a jagged bone blade that extended from his forearm.

Pieces of dragon skull, horn, claw, and scale embedded themselves across his body until he became something hideous.

He was no longer entirely a dragon or a human.

Instead, he had transformed into a bizarre hybrid of dragon, human, armor, and weapon, all seemingly fused together into one.

Garion’s eyes sharpened. "So this is their trump card, huh? Some kind of transformation skill."

Varkhor nodded grimly. "Yes. [Dragon Burst]. They activate the dragon bloodline they stole and force their bodies to temporarily transform."

Abyron’s voice sank. "During that state, their strength, defense, speed, and dragon-slaying aura increase greatly."

Selkhara added coldly, "But it is unstable. They become more like living weapons than cultivators."

Verdroth smiled without amusement. "A disgusting but effective method."

Garion looked outside at the transformed Dragon Slayer.

The Dragon Slayer’s new body twitched, bone blades shifting across his arms and shoulders.

His voice became distorted. "Now..."

He grinned, showing sharp dragon-like teeth. "Let’s see if you can still act calm."

Rachel stood in front of him, pink-gold aura flowing softly around her body.

Garion stared at her for a moment, then grinned. "I see."

Atlas glanced at him.

[You’re not worried?]

Garion crossed his arms. "Of course I am."

Atlas blinked.

Garion’s grin widened. "But not because Rachel might lose."

Outside, Rachel slowly raised her fists again. Her pink-gold eyes became calm, warm, and terrifyingly focused.

Garion looked at the Dragon Slayer and chuckled. "I’m worried she might break him too fast."

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The transformed Dragon Slayer vanished, and his speed was completely different from before.

Dark red light tore through the void, and in an instant, his bone blade slashed toward Rachel’s neck.

SHIIING!

Rachel tilted her head slightly, and once again, the blade missed her by a hair, just like his fist had before.

The Dragon Slayer’s eyes widened, but his body immediately twisted again.

Bone spikes shot out from his shoulder, his tail whipped forward, and his clawed hand tore toward Rachel’s chest at the same time.

Rachel slipped between all three attacks with ease, moving so close to him that his weapons could no longer build up any real momentum.

After avoiding everything, she simply chuckled. "Is this really your full power? It doesn’t feel any different from before, you know."

The Dragon Slayer roared. "Shut up!"

Dark red energy gathered around his chest, and the dragon skull fragment fused into his body and opened its mouth.

[Dragon Slayer Blood Roar]

A terrifying blast of cursed dragon bloodline power shot toward Rachel at point-blank range.

Rachel merely raised her palm. The moment the dark-red blast struck her hand, it simply stopped.

It trembled violently against her palm, struggling like a wild beast trapped inside an invisible cage.

Rachel’s eyes softened slightly. "So noisy."

She casually closed her fist.

In an instant, the terrifying dark-red blast shattered apart as if it were nothing more than a fragile ball of light.

The Dragon Slayer froze.

Before he could understand what had happened, Rachel’s fist drove straight into his stomach.

His entire body bent forward, and once again, cracks spread across the fused dragon armor covering his body.

The Dragon Slayer’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. His mind shook violently as he stared at Rachel in disbelief.

"How? How did I become this weak against a woman?"

He was a proud Dragon Slayer who had killed countless godly dragons and devoured their bloodlines to strengthen himself.

Yet against this monster standing before him, all of that pride meant absolutely nothing. Right now, he was nothing more than a punching bag.

Rachel then raised both hands and struck his back at the same time, one palm slamming between his shoulder blades while the other struck the base of his spine.

The Dragon Slayer’s eyes rolled upward as his transformed body trembled violently once before the entire form shattered apart.

The terrifying Dragon Slayer reverted back into a man, his body instantly going limp.

Rachel caught him by the back of his armor before he could drift away into the void.

Inside the voidship, complete silence filled the room.

Garion merely grinned. "Told you. My wife can easily beat this motherfucker up."

A moment later, Rachel returned to the voidship with the unconscious Dragon Slayer held by the back of his broken armor.

She stepped inside calmly and tossed him onto the floor. "Here he is."

The Dragon Slayer lay there motionless, his armor cracked, his aura scattered, but his life force was still stable.

Rachel glanced at the Dragon Gods. "Not dead yet."

Then she tilted her head slightly. "But isn’t he too weak?"

For a moment, the entire ship fell silent.

Garion suddenly laughed. "No, no."

Rachel looked at him.

Garion grinned and pointed at her. "It’s just that your power is too weird, Rachel."

Rachel blinked. "Weird?"

Garion nodded. "Anyone who has even a sliver of interest toward you, as long as it can be categorized under [Love], desire, obsession, attraction, admiration, whatever..."

His grin widened. "They’ll subconsciously lean toward you, expose themselves to you, and maybe even hesitate without realizing it."

Atlas folded his arms.

[At the same time, that emotional flow strengthens Rachel’s authority.]

Garion pointed at himself proudly. "And with me loving you here, your power rises to another level."

Rachel’s cheeks turned faintly pink, but her smile softened.

The Dragon Gods, however, were not smiling, as only now they truly understand about Rachel.

Rachel was not simply strong.

She was a natural enemy to anyone who felt even the smallest emotional pull toward her.

Because the moment that feeling appeared... they would surely lose, one hundred percent.