NOVGO.NET Chapter 703: This Is My Fight!
Chapter 703: 703: This Is My Fight!
Orson blinked. Wait… did that dragon just curse?
Apparently, the dragonkin had picked up more than just combat instincts—it had inherited the full vocabulary of his foul-mouthed Godslayer guildmates. It seemed no fight could start without a few choice words.
Flung through the air, Orson landed with a wry smile, stabilizing himself mid-air with Wind God’s Sigh, the Supreme Arcane Blade glowing in his grip.
“A true dragon is a legend born of the stars,” Noctherion sneered in Draconic. “You’re nothing more than a bloodthirsty abomination.”
Unshaken by the incoming Aeloria, the Starforged Dragonkin lashed out with razor-sharp claws and caught her left wing mid-flight.
“Sheesh… this thing hits hard,” Orson muttered, his brows furrowed.
Aeloria’s wing tore open with a violent spray of blood. She roared in pain.
Despite Aeloria’s massive form—one of the largest in the entire Infinite Dimensions—she was clearly outmatched by the monstrous God-tier dragon before her.
Roaring in fury, Aeloria’s crimson eyes flared as she blasted Noctherion’s claws with her Deathflame Breath. The scorching black fire forced the Starforged Dragonkin to jerk back, shaking her colossal body to deflect the heat.
Noctherion tilted her head, eyeing Aeloria up and down.
“Monster. You dare challenge me?”
“Your blood shall be my path to transcendence!” Aeloria bellowed, launching forward with explosive power, her claws aiming straight for Noctherion’s bizarre glowing eyes.
“Amusing. Very amusing!”
Noctherion’s tail lashed out like a whip, the air itself cracking from the force. It struck Aeloria square in the back, sending her flying a kilometer through the air and slamming into the ground with bone-shaking force.
The dragon raised her head high, stars bursting around her as she summoned a beam of pure celestial energy. Her maw opened, and the very heavens seemed to gather into her throat.
Bright Galaxy Breath.
Where it struck, all was annihilated.
Aeloria struggled to rise, roaring defiantly as the devastating beam tore through her.
But that radiant light held terrifying armor-piercing power. Her once-impenetrable scales shattered, her flesh disintegrating before Orson’s eyes.
Percent-based damage: -60 million!
Percent-based damage: -60 million!
Percent-based damage…
Aeloria’s HP plummeted. One of her wings hung limp, blood gushing from her mouth.
There was no question—this was the strongest Vilitian creature Aeloria had ever faced.
“You have a mighty draconic form, yet no spark of wisdom in your eyes. That a creature like you could reach such power… it’s truly baffling,” Noctherion taunted, her voice echoing with divine disdain.
She was a weapon born of the gods, a celestial apex predator. The number of Heaven Demons and Vilitian she had slain was uncountable. Her radiant body, forged from stardust and godfire, was her greatest pride.
Compared to her, other dragons were insects.
Orson’s heart raced. This thing was leagues stronger than Moon Sovereign.
And with her Divine Domain nullifying magic, Aeloria’s abilities were practically useless against her.
“Starbound Ascension!”
As Aeloria lunged again, Noctherion’s body flickered, becoming a streak of light. She sidestepped midair, then stomped downward, ripping open Aeloria’s back and pinning her to the ground once more.
Orson’s eyes darkened. Aeloria’s stats weren’t far behind Noctherion’s on paper—she was practically at pseudo-god level—but the experience gap between them was staggering.
Even Aeloria’s usual speed and brute force advantage had been utterly suppressed.
He’d seen enough.
Without hesitation, Orson hurled Berenice toward the fight. “Get out there and buff her! If I have to hear another word from that smug dragon, I’m gonna lose it!”
“Ugh, okay, okay… Big bad dragon, here I come!” Berenice pouted, not thrilled, but the sight of Aeloria getting wrecked gave her pause.
Suddenly, Aeloria’s head snapped up, her bloodied muzzle snarling at Berenice.
“This… is my fight!”
Orson flinched. The rage in Aeloria’s emotional feedback nearly overwhelmed his mental link.
He knew her too well. When she got like this, not even he could stop her.
Blazing Meteor Shower!
Dragon Curse magic tore across the sky, a hundred flaming meteors crashing down.
Stellar Wrath!
Noctherion lifted her gaze coldly. Even with her Divine Domain, she answered flame with flame—activating the exact same S-rank Dragon Curse magic.
“I, Noctherion, will show you what true difference means!”
Dozens of radiant swords of starlight appeared above her, slamming into the descending fireballs with deafening booms.
Every meteor was destroyed, but the starlight remained—hundreds of blades still hovered in the air.
The gap in power was tangible. A chasm.
“No filthy creature could compare to the legacy of the Starforged Dragonkin. I spread the gods’ light across every world in the galaxy. Even the lowliest of my followers know to kneel in reverence.”
She looked down at Orson with the smugness of a victor.
“A grave need not be dug. This battlefield shall become your tomb. Rest in peace, mortal.”
Orson’s eyes narrowed, a smirk creeping in. He glanced toward the rising dust cloud.
“There’s only one way you become a legend,” he said. “By dying here.”
Noctherion blinked—an oddly human expression of confusion crossing her massive face.
Then—flash!
A dark glint erupted from the smoke.
Squelch!
A geyser of silver dragon blood exploded as Noctherion reeled, clutching her eye.
Aeloria had used the dust as cover, shifted into her humanoid form, and with one clean strike from her bone sword—gouged out Noctherion’s eyeball.
She stood triumphantly atop the titan’s snout, covered in blood, cradling the massive eye in both hands.
Then, with a crazed grin, she squeezed.
Pop.
The eyeball exploded in her grip.
Noctherion howled, reeling. Aeloria was a battle maniac, sure—but her master?
He was even worse.
Orson had known from the start that his magic wouldn’t work. He’d thrown spells anyway, drawing the Starforged Dragonkin’s focus—buying Aeloria her opening.
Aeloria had planned it all.
“You disgusting creature!” Noctherion shrieked, flailing violently.
Her claws tore at her own face, trying to knock Aeloria off, but only managing to rip open deep gashes in her own snout.
“My blood… it tastes divine.”
Aeloria’s smile widened into something almost serene, licking the starlit blood from her lips.
Orson’s expression twisted.
“Oh no. No, no, don’t you—”
ROAR!
Aeloria let out a deafening howl, then dove into Noctherion’s eye socket.
Sword in hand.
And mouth wide open.
She was trying to eat her from the inside.
Goosebumps erupted on Orson’s arms.
That was bold. And absolutely insane.
He had no idea what would happen if Aeloria really started eating this thing from the inside out.
It reminded him of the worst kinds of Heaven Demons—illogical, savage beasts that threw all strategy aside and just consumed their way through stronger enemies.
And most of the time, those freaks got crushed like bugs.
“Monster… damn monster!”
Noctherion, who had fought Heaven Demons for centuries, immediately understood.
She shrank her body, trying to morph and crush Aeloria from within.
But her transformation failed.
Critical Hit: -300 million!
Aeloria also paid a steep price. Her HP dropped by a huge chunk.
“You… will make me… complete!” she howled from inside.
Orson was stunned.
Noctherion’s body bulged unnaturally. Something was moving inside her.
Aeloria was trying to transform inside her.
Bright Galaxy Dragon Form!
Noctherion, with all her battlefield experience, responded immediately—activating Body Domination, boosting regeneration and defense.
Death God Dragon Form!
Aeloria roared in return, triggering her own Body Domination. Her HP surged—surpassing even the God-class Noctherion.
The scene unfolding before Orson was grotesque, almost apocalyptic.
He could only describe it as one thing: madness.
The two beings writhed in horrific unison, Aeloria’s form splitting open Noctherion’s chest, her jaws tearing into divine flesh.
“No…!”
Noctherion finally panicked.
She tried to unleash her breath attack, but Aeloria ducked back inside, avoiding the blast and letting Noctherion damage herself.
Left with no choice, Noctherion bit down on her own scales, trying to fight fire with fire.
The two dragons—one outside, one in—bit into each other in a grotesque death match.
Their HP bars plummeted, alternating.
It came down to one thing:
Who could eat faster?
Orson watched in horrified awe. He’d never imagined the fight would come to this.
He glanced at the master-beast contract.
His jaw clenched.
Every part of him wanted to summon Aeloria back immediately.
But she was fighting a foe immune to magic. If he interfered now, he’d only get in the way.
He had no choice.
He had to believe in her.
The number one adventurer in Infinite Dimensions… had to believe in his beast.
Aeloria would become the strongest dragon in the galaxy.