Angers's consciousness sank into darkness.
"..."
Holding Muramasa, Chu Zihang also looked up at the enormous hand in the sky, his face blank.
"So this is the power of a true Dragon King?"
He spoke with a bitter expression. He had once believed that he'd gained power, that he was no longer the weakling he used to be. But now he realized he'd been wrong. His so-called power, his so-called Blood Rage, his so-called Nibelungen Flame!
Hahaha!
Nibelungen Flame!!!
Look at it! Just look! What was this? A gigantic flaming hand as large as a city! His so-called Nibelungen Flame was like a spark before such overwhelming power—insignificant and pathetic!
If Dragon Kings were all this powerful, then what were they, the mixed-bloods, even doing?
This was power they could never hope to defeat! This was no longer human strength. This was a natural disaster!!!
"What did everything we've done, all our so-called honor, even amount to? Ants patting themselves on the back?"
Caesar looked despairingly at the sky. He felt as if everything he'd believed in had been challenged, his entire worldview utterly shattered. All that talk of glory, all that talk of slaying dragons!
Hahaha! Slaying dragons!???
What a joke! How could ordinary mortals like them possibly fight something like this?
What were the so-called dragons they'd slain, anyway!!!
The so-called dragon-slaying families! Hahaha! Had they really ever slain a dragon? Were their family records all made up?
Had the so-called dragons they'd killed been nothing more than earthworms stained with dragon blood?
Hahaha, and they called that slaying dragons!!!
What a joke!!!
Thinking of how his family had educated him, all the things he'd been taught, then looking at that enormous hand in the sky, Caesar laughed. He didn't know what he was laughing at. Maybe it