NOVGO.NET Chapter 510 - Taming Diamond Rank - Dominion
Chapter 510: Chapter 510 – Taming Diamond Rank – Dominion
The declaration fell over the battlefield like a stone in still water.
The Dragons’ power began to increase uncontrollably, and for a moment even the paralysis effects wavered before such overwhelming force.
The energy radiating from Dragarion shifted from controlled flow to chaotic cascade, each pulse more intense than the last.
“You’re insane!” Coleoran shouted with a doubled voice that didn’t sound like his own as he felt the true scope of true Diamond Rank. “That immense power is going to kill you!”
The corruption within him understood exactly what was building in his opponent… and it was afraid.
“But it’s going to kill all of you first,” Dragarion admitted with that smile his children had learned to fear and his enemies had learned to respect.
And then he exploded.
There was no other word to describe what happened.
The power of seven ancient dragons, which had been flowing through him in a controlled manner, was released all at once in a cascade of energy that transformed Dragarion into something that was no longer completely human. A true Dragon.
His body became pure light as he launched forward, so brilliant it was impossible to look at directly. The paralysis from Coleoran and the others didn’t break; it simply became irrelevant at such a superior energy density.
Ravenspire’s absorption field tried to contain him and drain more energy, but it was like trying to empty the ocean with a bucket.
The amount of power flowing through Dragarion had exceeded any absorption capacity his enemies could have developed.
His field dissolved.
“Impossible!” Ravenspire screamed, his tentacles retracting instinctively before the overload of pure energy.
The feedback through his absorption network was like touching lightning.
Coleoran had a fraction of a second to realize what was about to happen.
“The light is… Get out of the wa…!”
He didn’t have a chance to finish the order.
Dragarion moved at a speed that made his previous movements seem slow.
In an instant he appeared directly in front of Coleoran, his hand glowing with concentrated draconic power closing around the enemy King’s throat.
The purification was extremely powerful, if the “crystal’s voices” hadn’t invaded Coleoran’s body, he would have already been purified and turned to ash.
Still the contact burned like molten metal against his corrupted flesh. Only the alien intelligence inhabiting Coleoran’s form prevented immediate dissolution.
The impact of the collision created a shockwave that extended for kilometers, making troops on the ground fall flat from the pure pressure of displaced air.
Dragarion didn’t stop.
With Coleoran gripped firmly by the neck, he headed directly toward the purple crystal pulsing in the ground.
From the perspective of the silver rank enemies in the ground… He didn’t fly; he teleported through space in jumps that covered kilometers instantaneously.
“Let me go!” the voices in Coleoran managed to growl, his six beasts manifesting in multiple appendages desperately trying to break free.
“No,” Dragarion responded simply, channeling even more power as they approached the crystal. “This ends now.”
Claws, tentacles, mandibles, and stingers erupted from transformed flesh, each seeking purchase on his captor. But the draconic light burned away corruption faster than it could regenerate.
The purple crystal approached them like a small mountain of solidified corruption, pulsing with abyssal power accumulated over decades.
It was massive compared to its arrival, beautiful in an alien way, and absolutely dense with corruption ready to alter anything that came too close.
A crystalline tumor that had grown by feeding on the fundamental forces of their world.
Dragarion channeled all the diamond power of the dragons around him, transforming his body into a projectile of pure energy.
“FOR YANO!” he roared as he impacted against the crystal with Coleoran pressed between him and the purple surface.
The sound of the impact wasn’t simply noise; it was the sound of realities colliding, of fundamental forces meeting in direct conflict.
The crystal, which had resisted decades of uninterrupted growth and had seemed indestructible…
Immediately cracked.
Fissures of pure light spread across its surface like a network of frozen lightning.
Coleoran was crushed against the surface, his six beasts desperately struggling to regenerate him from power that exceeded anything they had faced before.
The impact had left him dazed, his fusions fluctuating as he fought to maintain consciousness. Purple ichor leaked from wounds that closed and reopened in rapid succession.
“This level…” the voices murmured, “of purification… shouldn’t be possible…”
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Dragarion separated from the crystal, his breathing heavy but controlled.
The pain coursing through his body was intense, as if every muscle fiber had been overextended.
It was heavy, complicated, and he realized a disturbing truth. He hadn’t managed to get the strongest hit out.
He had extracted much, yes, but there was still much more. The dragons’ power continued flowing within him, demanding to be completely released.
The sensation was like containing a nuclear reaction within mortal flesh. Every cell screamed in protest, yet the power demanded further expression.
The purple crystal pulsed erratically, its cracks radiating light like bleeding wounds, but it also wasn’t destroyed. Not yet.
“Impossible!” Coleoran’s voice emerged from where he had been crushed against the crystal’s surface, but it no longer sounded human at all…
No… The voices didn’t come from Coleoran.
They came from the crystal itself.
Thousands of abyssal whispers rose in a chorus of rage and desperation, recognizing the energy Dragarion was accumulating again… that terrible light they hated with every fiber of their corrupt existence.
This was the force that had driven them into the deepest places.
’We won’t allow it,’ the voices resonated in harmonies that made the air itself vibrate. ’At this rate we would lose much more ground than expected.’
The corruption didn’t surrender. It intensified.
Chaos began radiating from the crystal like waves. Purple threads, bright like cables of living energy, began glowing from the cracks; they were connected to Coleoran and each of the 200,000 soldiers distributed across the battlefield.
Dragarion watched with fascinated horror.
The enemy King’s body began to grow, not naturally but grotesquely organically.
The damage from the impact was repaired instantly, but the price was evident: Coleoran was no longer human.
His limbs stretched beyond normal proportions, muscles swelling to inhuman sizes. Additional eyes opened along his spine, each one glowing with abyssal intelligence. His mouth split and multiplied, creating a row of maws that spoke in different voices.
And even the entire battlefield began to change.
Soldiers who had been in ordered formations began mutating in increasingly bestial ways.
Arms that elongated into claws, skin that hardened into exoskeletons, eyes that multiplied and glowed with abyssal light. They were leaving humanity behind, resonating completely with the corruption that fed them.
“Father!” Victor’s voice resonated from above.
Victor and Zhao arrived with their double teams just where the aerial trap had momentarily stopped Dragarion.
One glance at the battlefield and sensing the abyssal energy resonating was enough for them to understand the situation.
“The enemies are too strong,” Zhao murmured, observing the massive transformation. “We’ll have to resort to fusion from the start to be at a more similar level.”
His assessment was grim but accurate. The corrupted forces had transcended normal power scales. Only full enhancement could hope to match them.
“Agreed,” Victor nodded. “We have to give father time to destroy the crystal.”
They fused with the capability Ren had given them and launched toward the mutant forces with determination, aware they probably couldn’t fight after this but willing to buy every second they could.
Dragarion, despite the pain coursing through every cell of his body, kept accumulating power.
Further than he had achieved in the last attack. Much further.
He felt the immense energy charge resonating in his body, as if he were containing a storm within a bottle. He tensed his muscles to their maximum resistance limit, every fiber of his being preparing to extract an attack that couldn’t be even slightly higher without destroying him in the process.
The air around him began to distort, reality itself curving under the weight of the power he was concentrating.
Azure Dragon, he invoked mentally, feeling how the power of the eastern dragon responded to his call.
Qilin, he added, and the mythical creature’s energy intertwined with the first thanks to the fusion Ren had activated in him.
He maintained the two copies of his fusion within to help him control the energy.
In his hands, the seven energies began to fuse.
Pure energy mixed until it formed something completely new: a small ball of light that contained more than double the concentrated power he had used in the entire previous attack.
It was the luminous Seed of the Dragon Tree.
The creation was beautiful and terrible… potential incarnate, the possibility of life conquering corruption condensed into a sphere of impossible radiance.
The crystal’s voices recognized what he was creating and their screams became desperate.
“NO! STOP!”
But it was too late.
Dragarion launched forward. It wasn’t flight; it was inevitability made reality.
Coleoran, now transformed into an abomination of muscle and corruption that towered three times his original size, raised arms that had grown into living weapons.
Random characteristics of his six beasts manifested completely, creating a barrier of abyssal power that should have been impenetrable. Scales, chitin, ethereal energy…
Dragarion went through them all.
His fist, containing the Dragon Tree Seed, pierced Coleoran’s defenses like they were paper.
It penetrated the enemy King’s transformed body and sank into the cracked crystal behind him. Flesh, bone, corruption, and crystalline structure offered no resistance.
For a moment, the world seemed to have stopped.
Then Dragarion opened his hand and the seed touched the corruption crystal.
The explosion wasn’t of force. It was of life.
A frenzy of pure light vines sprouted from the point of contact, expanding through every crack in the crystal like luminous blood running through stone veins.
The vines grew with impossible speed, covering the crystal completely in seconds. Each tendril carried life force that burned away corruption through simple contact.
When the light exploded from within, the purple crystal had completely disappeared.
In its place rose a tree of pure light.
The mutant soldiers nearby screamed in agony when the light touched them.
Dragarion, still standing but visibly swaying, smiled with genuine satisfaction.
The tree pulsed with gentle radiance, its branches reaching toward the sky like an offering to forces of creation. Where corruption had consumed and twisted, now there was only growth, healing, the promise of renewal.