hotmtlnovel Chapter 97 Divine Retribution
Chapter 97 Divine Retribution
Chapter 97 Divine Retribution
Its head snapped back, and at the same time, its pair of pale, bony wings, which were not yet fully extended, suddenly folded upwards and inwards, tightly protecting the top of its head!
A sudden clanging sound of metal rang out.
It felt a stinging pain, but the good news was that the dragon's body was tough enough that even its seemingly most vulnerable wings blocked the longsword forged from ordinary metal.
Huo Yuhao glanced at the nicked sword in his hand, threw it down, and began to reflect on himself.
He still hadn't mastered the alchemy of this other world.
Once we've dealt with Herzog, we'll use its corpse as practice.
He took out the Kusanagi sword that had once been hidden in the tail of the Yamata no Orochi, flicked his wrist, and once again slashed downwards without hesitation.
This is a legendary blade that can even shatter the divine sword Tenyuu Habakiri. Even the White King's scales cannot stop its sharpness.
Herzog's pupils shrank to pinpoints. It let out a trapped beast's roar from deep in its throat. Its long, pale tail, like a python, slammed against the scorching well wall. With a brute force of recoil, it risked exposing one of its dragon wings to the falling sword light and charged desperately toward the well opening above!
In this narrow and cramped shaft, its relatively larger size actually puts it at a disadvantage.
The only way is to break out!
Only by soaring into the vast sky can it rely on its dragon-like flying instincts and the wider space to maneuver against its opponent, and also have a greater chance of escaping!
"Why do you think you can escape?" Huo Yuhao sighed.
Actually, he didn't wake up much earlier than Herzog, maybe only about two thousand seconds earlier.
But in those twenty seconds, he did only one thing—
Use the Word of Power: Time Zero, understand the Word of Power: Time Zero, and master the Word of Power: Time Zero!
A pale sword light drew a graceful arc behind Herzog, severing half of a bone wing before striking the ferocious yet aesthetically pleasing dragon head once more.
Herzog, driven by his instinct for death, twisted the slender, bone-spiky neck sharply to the side at an almost snapping angle.
He once again managed to dodge the sword strike, narrowly saving most of his head.
For dragons, external wounds can heal at any time, while internal injuries are more serious, but they only take some time to heal.
At that very moment, Herzog's bone wings and head were rapidly healing together.
At the base of the severed half of the wing bone, countless pale white buds wriggled and intertwined like living things, rebuilding the skeleton and wing membrane at a visible speed; and at the edge of the wound on the side of the head, the flesh was also rapidly healing, and the scales were covering it again piece by piece like a living armor.
It was as if a divine healing soul skill was repairing its body.
Huo Yuhao certainly wouldn't just stand by and watch Herzog recover. He continued to slash at Herzog's massive body, which was trying to escape upwards, under the control of his mental power.
With each flash of sword light, Herzog's body would lose a part.
Herzog did not give up. The excruciating pain and the fear of its limbs being constantly torn apart fueled its roars of rage and despair. As it desperately charged upwards, it continuously tried to mobilize its chaotic power, unleashing various incantations of varying strength.
However, whether it's elemental attacks or mental interference, Huo Yuhao's practical experience and coping methods are far superior to those of Herzog, a schemer who only knows how to talk the talk.
He is not only a spirit-type soul master, but also a battle soul master with extreme ice attributes, and even a necromancer.
Herzog's attacks, which stemmed from instinct but lacked system and finesse, were no match for Huo Yuhao's wild, unorthodox punches used by street thugs.
"Bang""
A heavy thud echoed at the bottom of the well as Herzog's shattered dragon body fell to the bottom.
At this point, all the scales on its body had been peeled off, its wings were broken off, its long tail was cut off, and even its head was only half left.
Huo Yuhao did not go directly down to the bottom of the well. Instead, he manipulated the Kusanagi to completely detach Herzog's heart from its body.
This heart is also green, and it continues to beat even after leaving the body.
But Herzog is already dead.
The pale dragon corpse, having lost the support of the elements, gradually dried up its flesh and blood, but the entire body took on the shape of a cross.
"The little devil said that all kings' blood must end with a sword," and it seems he was right. Huo Yuhao casually compressed space to create a "storage soul tool" and put the White King's heart into it.
Without the Kusanagi, he would have had to put in a lot of effort to kill Herzog.
However, Herzog was so engrossed in his fantasy of becoming a dragon king and a "god" that even when he saw Huo Yuhao take away the Ama no Kusanagi, he did not argue with Huo Yuhao in order not to disrupt the "godhood ritual".
It must have regretted giving the Heavenly Cloud to Huo Yuhao before it died.
"You're fast!" The little devil sat on the edge of the well again. "One minute and thirty-seven seconds. Do you watch SpongeBob too?"
Huo Yuhao: "I'll talk less nonsense next time." Huo Yuhao raised his hand and put Herzog's corpse and the Ama no Kusanagi into his personal space.
The little devil looked up at the sky: "I think you're absolutely right, mice don't deserve to see the sun—"
Huo Yuhao frowned: "You mean, Bondarev?"
The little devil shook his head.
At this moment, his golden eyes, which always held endless depth and amusement, were unusually clear, even carrying a hint of almost naive bewilderment: "There's nothing good in the north—it's full of tragedy and disaster."
His voice was very soft, as if he were reciting an ancient prophecy.
"That's regional discrimination," Huo Yuhao said, looking up as well.
He sensed that something extremely dangerous was about to fall from the sky.
"What is that?"
"Divine Punishment, also known as the Sword of Damocles, is the Gattuso family's space-based kinetic weapon."
Huo Yuhao frowned: "Here? Herzog, the newly born White King, is already dead."
"The coronation ceremony and funeral of the new king are held at the same time, which is an unprecedented event among the dragons." The little devil laughed. "Although the script has been completely changed, the ending is the same."
"Aren't we going to run?" Huo Yuhao couldn't help but ask, feeling the increasingly clear and unsettling sense of being locked on and oppressed.
The space-based kinetic weapon was a trump card used to kill the Dragon King. Huo Yuhao didn't believe he could dodge it after it fell from near-Earth orbit.
"Of course we have to run, or stay here and wait to die?" The little devil's expression became extremely strange, as if he was mocking Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, and without saying a word, the black dragon wings behind him suddenly flapped, stirring up a violent airflow. His figure turned into a blurry black afterimage and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.