The Might of Dragon Cry

"Wait, wait for me, I can't run anymore!" He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, looking like he had kidney deficiency.

This sacrificial tower, whose height was unknown, only had stairs; one had to run up it. For Yi Ye, who wasn't physically fit, this was definitely a deliberate attempt to make things difficult. He had only run less than halfway up and was already exhausted.

Eleven and Jura were in pretty good shape; although they were both a little out of breath, they seemed to have no problem reaching the top of the tower.

After regaining consciousness the previous night, the three of them didn't waste any time and began chasing Zaxue up the stairs. Eleven and Jura didn't complain about the previous night; they knew he was being controlled and could understand.

Instead, he felt extremely guilty that night, and kept shouting that he wanted Zaxue to experience the sweetness of revenge. However, his path of revenge withered halfway through.

"Um, how about we take a break? Saving the world requires rest and recuperation, you know."

"No, we have to race against time now. Even a moment's delay could have irreversible consequences. Come on, we're almost at the summit!" Jura frowned, solemnly rejecting the request from the previous night.

One Night looked utterly desperate, turning to Eleven, hoping Eleven could offer some support, but all he got was the back of Eleven's head.

Eleven still feels a stench in his nose, so he's not going to kindly speak up for Yiye. Humph!

Just then, a powerful surge of magical energy suddenly emanated from the top of the tower, and the magical pressure in that instant almost forced Eleven and his two companions to the ground.

"What kind of magic is this? It's terrifying! Could it be that the Dragon Cry has been activated?" Jura felt this terrifying pressure that she had never experienced before, and her face was filled with fear.

"I don't know, I'll go check."

Eleven reacted quickly, responding and then, under the astonished gazes of Jura and One Night, he broke through the tower's wall and looked out.

The sky was filled with golden magic circles, stretching towards Fiore. Each golden magic circle exuded a world-destroying power; if such an attack were to fall, who knows what would become of the Kingdom of Fiore.

"This is a huge problem," Eleven anxiously, looking at the magic circles in the sky. He wished he could grow wings and fly up to stop Zaxue's atrocities.

Damn it, can't I fly?

At that moment, for the first time, Eleven felt his intelligence was somewhat lacking, utterly disgracing his reputation as "the wisest person in the guild."

This must be because they were all suffocated by the stench of "One Night" (a euphemism for being disgusted by someone's stench). Once the mission is over, they must make "One Night" pay them back.

A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind, and then, under the shocked gazes of Jura and Ichiya Eleven leaped out of the large hole he had created, soaring upwards with a whoosh.

But the next second, Eleven flew back, released his Telekinesis, grabbed the bewildered Jura and Ichiya, and took to the air once more.

Damn, not only can we fly, we can carry people too!

So why did you go through all that trouble to climb the tower?

If I don't go back, I absolutely have to get double the compensation for the night.

The sacrificial tower was very tall, but Eleven's flying speed was also extremely fast. The three of them, braving the terrifying magical fluctuations, crossed the top of the tower in an instant.

However, just as Eleven and his team reached the top, a giant dragon head emerged from the opposite side of the tower.

Eleven flipped over and landed right opposite the dragon's head, staring at it with utter bewilderment.

Oh, does this tower have these kinds of decorations? They're so realistic!

Just as Eleven and his companions were about to take a closer look at the dragon head, it suddenly opened its blood-red maw and let out another earth-shattering roar, the terrifying breath almost blowing Eleven and his group away.

With a flap of its enormous wings, the dragon's body grew even taller, fully revealing itself to Eleven and the others. The three of them stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape in astonishment.

Holy crap, there really is a dragon!

Eleven's first thought was of the artificial dragon he had killed before, assuming that the crazy woman had escaped from prison again and was creating dragons for fun. However, when he looked closely at the dragon in front of him, he instantly dismissed that idea.

The sense of oppression emanating from the dragon before me is entirely different. This kind of oppression, which comes from biological instinct and the inheritance of the food chain, cannot be simulated by machines alone.

Eleven swallowed hard, almost instinctively.

Before me stood a genuine dragon, a man-eating dragon that should have long since gone extinct and once ruled the world in ancient times.

"Roar Zaxue, give me back my Dragon Cry!"

While Eleven and his companions were tense and wary, the dragon completely disregarded the three humans, not even glancing at them. Its gaze Zaxue, who held the Dragon Cry Magic Staff atop the high tower altar.

Zaxue was somewhat surprised to see the dragon appear, but he quickly grinned maliciously. With the blessing of Dragon Cry, he was fearless even if the dragon attacked.

"Hey, Your Majesty Animus, haven't you returned to the state you hoped for?"

"Shut up! This isn't true freedom! I need the power of the Dragon Cry! Give it back to me!" Animus roared, slashing at Zaxue with his claw.

The terrifying force caused the entire tower to tremble; however, Zaxue, who was at the center of the attack, was completely unharmed because he was wielding the Dragon Cry weapon.

Zaxue was actually a little stunned by Animus's claw, but when he realized that he was completely unharmed, he instantly became arrogant and burst into laughter.

"Haha, Your Majesty, the Dragon Force is nothing special! Now I'll show you the true power of Dragon Cry!"

"The hour has come, you vanished dragons! Unleash your fury as hammers upon the world!"

As Zaxue reciting the last character of the incantation, a terrifying magical power erupted from his body and shot straight into the sky. In an instant, all the magical power in the entire Stella Island began to gather towards Zaxue, and the pressure became increasingly terrifying.

"No, we have to stop him right now!"

Eleven and Jura tore through the magic and rushed towards Zaxue, attempting to stop him before the spell finished, but the terrifying pressure of the magic made it impossible for them to move an inch, and they were even blown away before they could get close to Zaxue.

Animus was also furious. Zaxue was squandering the energy of Dragon Cry right in front of him, which was absolutely despicable. He immediately unleashed a Crystal Energy Roar. However, after the roar, Zaxue, who was holding the staff, was still completely unharmed.

Zaxue gazed upon these enemies who were helpless against him, he grew increasingly arrogant, pouring more magic into Dragon Cry and laughing unrestrainedly.

However, a sudden change occurred the next second.

The Dragon Cry, which had been releasing golden magic, suddenly trembled as if it had just woken up, and then a terrifying purplish-black magic power climbed up and spread out from Zaxue's arm.

When Zaxue sensed the presence of this magic, his body was already covered in a purplish-black color.

This magical power tore through Zaxue's body in a frenzy. In almost an instant, Zaxue's body was completely devoured, turning into even purer magical power that filled Dragon Cry.

The Dragon Cry unleashed an even more brilliant golden magic. Having lost the large hand that held it, it fell to the ground, embedding itself upright in the earth.

At that moment, all was silent; the world fell into stillness.