The War God had been able to evade with Phoenix Incarnation, but in order to test the evil dragon's strength, he had taken the blow head-on. He coughed violently, and bright red blood fell to the ground like vivid plum blossoms.
"Having dared to challenge my kin, what other powers have you yet to use?"
The evil dragon that had caused all this stood upright like a human. It looked indifferently at its kin, who had taken Indra's spear but had not used it from beginning to end, nor invoked Host Authority, and spoke in a human voice.
"If there are none, then today shall be the day of your death."
The War God and the Evil Dragon
"Don't say something so cold. I'm seriously injured, you know."
Even without closely checking his condition, the War God could feel that his internal organs were hemorrhaging badly and several ribs had broken. He struggled to raise his head amid the ruins and sighed at Zoroastrianism's three-headed dragon.
The evil dragon, standing in human form, watched the injured War God indifferently and said no more.
Having fought against a million gods, the evil dragon had seen countless gods, demons, and powers. With its vast experience, it could naturally sense that the power dwelling within the one before it was far more than what had been displayed.
In order to witness the power that might defeat it, it did not mind waiting a few minutes.
"Looks like you don't intend to let me go."
The War God, who roughly understood why the evil dragon had stopped, sighed.
The Third Perpetual Motion Engine flowing within his shell forcibly drew power from the surrounding environment into his body and began to operate madly. Abundant energy repaired the War God's lungs, organs, and bones, which had