“Huh…?”
Barthius swallowed dryly as he watched both Raon and Dragon Lord freeze in place at the same time.
“He used the dragon’s language to pronounce his death?”
It sounded unbelievable to him, and he held his ear as if to make sure he hadn’t misheard.
[No way!]
The black dragon, Dariaruan, shook his head vigorously.
[Raon Ziegardt pushed Lord back! There’s no way he could perform absolute power with that kind of difference in strength!]
He yelled as he struck one of the gold dragons attacking him with his tail.
[Raon Ziegardt!]
The red dragon, Vallasiur, shouted Raon’s name desperately.
[Don’t fall for such a filthy magic!]
He shook his head violently, saying that it was impossible for Dragon Lord to do this alone.
[The declaration of death…]
The blue dragon, Sirtilen, blew out a freezing breath, knocking back two dragons, before turning around.
[Still so disgusting.]
She ground her teeth as she glared at Dragon Lord.
“W-wait, you said he used the dragon’s language to pronounce death?”
Dorian trembled, his chin quivering.
“You said it was impossible earlier!”
He turned to Barthius, shouting at him for saying something impossible.
“It seems that Lord borrowed the power of another being.”
Barthius shook his head, explaining that it wasn’t just Dragon Lord’s power.
“Lord borrowed the power of another being?”
Marta, biting her lip, slashed a dragon’s magic with her sword.
“This is beyond disgusting. He called us insects, but he’s the real parasite!”
She struck at a dragon’s neck, releasing her fury.
“Calm down.”
Veren shook his head as he cut off a dragon’s tail that was aimed at Marta’s back.
“Just trust Raon!”
Though he was anxious, he seemed to focus only on the battle, trusting Raon.
[The situation isn’t good.]
The white dragon, Versiarabi, blocked the approaching dragons with his body, narrowing his eyes.
[It might be better to stop defending and attack Dragon Lord.]
He watched Raon and Dragon Lord with narrowed eyes, taking a deep breath.
“That’s not possible.”
“That’s not possible.”
Evelyn and Barthius both shook their heads at the same time. The two of them exchanged a brief look, their eyes meeting.
“W-what do you mean?”
Dorian asked, dodging a dragon’s breath and gasping for air.
“The souls of those two are connected right now.”
Evelyn narrowed her eyes deeply.
“If we try to kill Dragon Lord, Raon might get hurt as well.”
She was calmly observing the situation, knowing that Raon was in a dangerous position.
“That’s right.”
Barthius nodded, sighing.
“We can’t touch either of them right now.”
“T-then what should we do…”
Dorian bit his lips as if he wanted to find a solution.
“There’s only one way.”
Barthius, looking at Raon who had frozen with the divine and magic swords, narrowed his eyes deeply.
“The only way is for Raon Ziegardt to overcome the absolute power magic with his own strength.”
***
‘Hmm…’
Raon, now standing with sand up to his waist, adjusted his chin.
‘Now that I think about it, the dragon’s language is just like an ancient, unlearned skill imbued with a dragon’s will.’
The dragon’s language wasn’t just magic; it was like an ancient skill that imbued the will of a dragon into language.
‘Then, this desert where I was sentenced to die must be no different from a sword of the soul, imbued with Dragon Lord’s will.’
At first, Raon was confused because Dragon Lord was nowhere to be seen, but as he watched the sand erase him, he could feel the soul of Dragon Lord embedded in this desert.
‘Then the answer is simple.’
Raon smiled faintly as he opened the ring of fire.
Gooooooooo!
The fiery rings that rose behind him resonated clearly, and the power of his soul began to rapidly intensify.
The golden sand, which had been rising up to his chest, started to retreat like a receding tide, seemingly scared of his soul.
‘Also…’
Raon bit his lips and awakened the powers of the demon kings hidden within his soul. Instead of just bringing strength, he drew out the very emotions they had left behind.
Kugugugugugu!
The emotions of the six demon kings—anger, sloth, envy, gluttony, lust, and greed—rushed out together, shaking the inner world as if it was going to collapse. The heavy sand that had covered his waist began to fall off, and sensation returned to the parts of his body that had been numb.
‘As expected, this is the answer.’
Raon, feeling the inner world created by Dragon Lord shake, released all the remaining power of his soul.
Woooooo!
The ring of fire began to devour all the sand in the golden desert, amplifying the emotions of the demon kings. It was as though the demon king of gluttony, Gluttony, had descended on this world.
Kyaaaaaa!
At the moment the golden sand was consumed by his soul, a black crack appeared in the air, and the inner world shattered into eight pieces.
“Hah…”
When Raon opened his eyes again, the desert had disappeared, and the black universe where he faced Dragon Lord came into view.
[No… no way!]
Dragon Lord looked shocked, his jaw hanging open.
[How can a human withstand absolute power magic… Kaaaah!]
He screamed, his whole body trembling as he seemed to receive the backlash from using the dragon’s language to pronounce death.
– You’ve returned!
Ras approached with tears in his eyes.
– I knew it! I knew you’d come back!
He lifted his head as though he had always believed in him.
‘Of course, I had to come back. Who do you think taught me?’
Raon smiled faintly as he watched Ras, who had fought countless soul battles with him since his childhood.
Chuuuuuk!
Raon reached out and grabbed the Jiecheon Sword and Mokryun Sword that had fallen to the bottom of the dimension. Since the divine sword was fused, both swords had lost their flames and frost, returning to their original states.
“Thank you.”
Raon sheathed the swords and nodded toward Dragon Lord.
“Thanks to you, I remembered what I had forgotten.”
He had a special experience that no one else in this world had.
Death.
The experience of living a new life after experiencing death was something neither Glenn nor Derus had ever gone through. With that unique experience now embedded in his mind, he called forth the sharpened sword of his soul.
Raon Ziegardt’s Sword Discipline.
Type 9: Death or Life.
The sword of the soul, imbued with the will of death and life, pierced through time and space, impaling Dragon Lord’s soul.