Becoming the Strongest Through (Draconic) Racism - Chapter 8 (Patreon)

Euclid tried to teleport away the second he fulfilled Ophis' order, only for her to appear and snatch his Grail Cup, ripping his hand into meat chucks in the process. Good, she followed my words on securing the Grail Cup to get it back to Valerie.

Let's just hope the vampire princess has all her grails, otherwise it would be an annoying fetch quest. Also I didn't recieve a blessing from the Grail Cup, so likely I need all three.

Regardless, now I can focus on my side of things without interruptions.

I grabbed the hilt with both hands and swung my greatsword. A circle wide wind slice swept forward going through the room, the walls and area I was in. It suddenly felt like the top half of the whole building I was in was moved a bit.

Oops.

Okay, I outright sliced through the castle. Ultimate Class strength, gonna have to actually learn what that actually is and how to use it right.

All the evil dragons within the lab were half the dragons they once were. They didn't even have a chance to react. That probably doesn't help me grow...

Wait. It's minute but I do feel an increase, steadily rising. Right, more dragon killing then, no need to test them or fight them till my strength's growth slows. It's just gonna keep rising anyways.

Hearing the roars of the horde of dragons, I rush out the window, right to the open Romania skies. where the former vampires flying about and rampaging, succumbing to their instinct.

I took in a deep breath and shouted out loud.

It wasn't a roar to rage, it was a shout to exaltation.

"I AM RIGHT HERE, YA FUCKING WEAKLINGS!" I announced and, copying Ophis, through Elan Vital to deliver my intent, my challenge to them, to be felt by their very souls.

Whelp, that definitely got their attention, and now they're all howling, roaring and rushing right at me.

"Look, mom! I'm famous!" I said to myself before laughing out loud at my own joke. Because why not, who the fuck is gonna judge my comedic skills?

I launched my first series of slashes, cutting down a good chunk of the dragons, but their numbers were starting to gather.

There were thousands of them. I focused and my Elan Vital senses were telling me there were five, six... eight thousand? Fuck. It just keeps increasing as more enter my range.

Guess my taunt was more powerful than I thought.

Their strength I'd guess ranged from High Class opponent, to a bit below Beithir.

The Twice Reborn Lightning Dragon was individually stronger than anyone of these dragons, but their numbers would eventually make short work of him, as they drown him.

However, even with all their strength and numbers, they had no high thoughts, not enough intelligence for strategy. My body moved on automatic, dashing in the air on platforms made of solid ki under my foot, before I jumped off them.

Just like reishi platforms in Bleach, but I can't keep them up for more than a few seconds. I can't fly, but jumping good is enough for this.

My arms moved, as I slashed sideways, at another dragon's neck taking them and three behind them out, before doing a barrel roll mid-air to avoid colliding with a few eastern-type Evil Dragons. I could hear and sense a dozen of them crash into each other behind me.

This... wasn't as helpful. It was more of a test of endurance than power or skill. I could fight for hours and it's only because I was fighting dragons that I was growing, not because I was struggling.

I don't have time to use such a passive method. Otherwise I might as well have just had sex with Ophis till I was on her level.

...Wait, could that have work?!

I jumped back, as a set of teeth almost clamp down on me, before holding the greatsword behind my back to block another jaw bite coming at me.

A swing and front flip had the dragon be launched away from me, like someone shot a bullet, as it crashed into and through some castle walls.

Ophis should have handled the civilian and human evacuations like I told her. Something that I could sense too, so that's one less thing to worry about.

===x===

Ophis, Infinite Dragon God POV:

Ophis nodded to herself on a job well done.

"We... are we... are we free?" A confused child looked around with hope.

"Where are the blood—Mast—The blood suckers?" Another vampire servant whispered the last word, looking around warily.

"This is... teleportation magic! I know it, but the distance..."

She had teleported all the humans in the vampire territory out and to a safe location.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? I WAS JUST PEEING IN THE BATHROOM!" Said a panicked school student zipping up his pants quickly.

"I have no idea where I am... yep, I'm gonna be late for the third time. I'm definitely fired from that job." Said a man in not so neat business suit.

"I think I walked a bit too much this morning." Said an old human woman with gray hair, in a track suit and two walking sticks.

"I was in front of the copy machine. In the office. On the tenth floor. How the fuck did I get here?" Asked another human in a very sharp business suit.

Hmm, it seems I pulled a few too many humans along than intended. Ophis realized before mentally shrugging. The humans will work this out themselves.

"There is a church there. Seek help inside." She instructed, before moving to fly away.

She can't be close to the fight in Romania, according to her Caleb, lest the other Evil Dragons get scared away by her, thinking she will aid him. She nodded to herself at that smart thinking.

Although Caleb also told her to stick around if she can hide herself. Which she can easily do by accessing her Nothingness Domain. She hasn't used it in a while.

"Wait, where the fuck did that hot lady in the Chinese dress go?" Someone cried out hysterically. "Did she just fucking disappear?!"

"Did that sexy chick kidnap that other girl?" Another guy asked.

"Did she just... fly before disappearing?" Asked a thrown off teen girl.

Ophis put the group of humans out of her mind. Some of them followed her advice to ask the Church priest about their location.

The priest looked confused and after some questions, some charades, and someone finally stepping up that understands the priest's language, said priest told them they were in some village called Gornji Matejevac. In Serbia.

That's in Romania, right? I made sure the teleportation distance was short, so it should all work out. All human lands are relatively the same, if they're in the same region anyways.

Ophis shrugged and glitched through space to cross the distance back to witness her Caleb's fighting, and prepare for the second part of her plan.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Screamed the Dhampir Princess Ophis was carrying around from the scarf of her neck.

"Oh. Right. I forgot about you. Thanks for reminding me, you are here."

===x===

??? POV:

"So that's him? The so called 'Dragon Slayer'?" He spoke with arrogance and a hint of eagerness.

"We need to be careful. He's been supported by the Ouroboros Dragon." The cautious voice of his fellow dragon came from next to him. His voice sounded like trees breaking and moving against each other.

"""Dost thine eyes perceive the Infinity? Nay, then let us eat this morsel before it grows enough to burrow into our house.""" An eight-fold echoing voice spoke.

"Oh? Do you want to risk meeting Ophis?" Spoke a ghastly voice.

"Enough." Spoke a posh elderly voice. "If you are all so curious then one of you step forward." He said. "Unless all of you, ones of such esteem, hesitate."

Before any could object, the eager voice spoke up.

"I will go." The bloodlust grin could be heard. "Let's see how well this so called Dragon Slayer stacks up against someone he can't just overpower because of type advantage."

===x===

Power levels, as I got a feel for them in this world were like bodies of water with different depth. Yes, that's the metaphor I'm going with.

Someone normal or Low Class was like a puddle. Small in circumfrence, depth is too shallow. Even if it ended up surprising as to be deep enough to cause your leg pants to be wet up to your ankle (or unfortunately more), it's still something within reach to cross or traverse, no matter how small that distance is.

Middle Class is like a swimming pool. Now you're really entering the supernatural world. You have entered the place were generally everyone else is. You can now safely be part of the supernatural community, in a sense. You can see the width of this pool, and the depth can realistically be reached if you try a bit, or with a little training.

Then we get to the High Class, natural lakes. The width and depth start to get adventurous. There can be very large differences between two High Class warriors. This is where the top 10% of the supernatural world's beings lie. Or would it be a smaller percentage?

High Class was the gate way to really start your journey to the top. The bottom of the stairs really, but you've finally reach the stairs, the bottom of the real mountain.

Then in that case Ultimate Class? Well, the analogue made it clear. Ultimate Class is a sea, and the Super Class, or Heavenly Dragon Class, or whatever else it's called, that? That's the ocean.

And if you can't differentiae between a sea and an ocean, then forget about talking about anything beyond Ultimate Class.

So let's focus on Ultimate Class. That level of power is like a sea. There is a wide difference of margin and level to what Ultimate Class power is like, that you can have people like Beithir, Sairaorg and Kokabiel are technically all in this category.

Yet one can easily tell who is stronger than who. Sairaorg could easily beat Beithir, and Kokabiel can defeat Sairaorg, if only due to type advantage, not to mention experience.

Let's not talk about Vali beating Kokabiel. Having a Longinus, Divine Dividing at that, is genuinely a cheat if you have a modicum of skill in using it. Vali, if I recall, at that point in time was somewhere between High Class and Ultimate Class, with his Longinus allowing him to cross that distance easily.

In fact, I'm pretty sure any decent Faction Leader, or God starts at Ultimate Class. So again Ultimate Class has a wide range of who's in it. Heck, I bet even normal Gods and the Olympians, sans Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, are also in the Ultimate Class.

The point I'm trying to get at is no two Ultimate Class beings are equal.

Technically as I recall, Satan Class isn't actually real. It's just the high end of Ultimate Class. A way to distinguish the Underworld's Satans from other Ultimate Class devils as being the top of the hierarchy. That they are their own level and in a way, they earned that right to make claims like that.

So Dragon Kings? Top of the Ultimate Class, right at the edge of breaking into Heavenly Dragon Class, but haven't managed to cross over. By a wide margin.

I'm mentally reviewing all this because, I think I reached the limit of testing what I can physically do as an Ultimate Class fighter without putting any effort in, without any techniques or energy moves. Sure I'm using elan to make platforms, but I didn't use it to strengthen my blows.

Yet I have a good idea of my limits now. So instead, it's time to teach myself some combat techniques. As always, like any fucking copy pasting isekai supechual OC donut steel, I tried to recreate the rokushiki.

From what I remember, the six powers were basically all haki techniques, before haki was introduced in the manga. So using that logic, recreating them with elan wasn't all the difficult.

Moving with Soru was a bit painful. Like doing a rough exercise, when I've never exercised before. Thankfully my Blessing of the Holy Cross, easily took care of that by healing everything.

Vampire territory had a lot of negative ambient energy in the environment. Who'da thunk it?

I tried Heracles' Nine Lives, Hundred Shooting Style. Or is it called just Nine Lives?

Either way, the Shirou version was easy. Not worth mentioning.

The true version? One hundred slashes, single moment? That is difficult. I'm getting the hang of it, but it's killer on my arm. Especially my shoulder.

Thank god for the Holy Cross Blessing fixing me right up. I can practice over and over without issues.

Total Concentration Breathing took a while to figure out due to the constant moving and fighting, while trying to attempt it. I messed up my breathing, and rhythm in moving, and got smacked by an opportunistic lucky Evil Dragon for the effort. Got back up and stabbed the bitch for it.

I have to concentrate on it to do the Demon Slayer-Style Breathing, but no time like a life or death situation to force the lesson to be learned and stuck quickly.

Through the Breathing Style I noticed how different my elan moved through my body. My blood seemed to move quicker, heart beat faster. Yet on the spirit side of things, it's like my body is suffusing and utilizing the energy it produces more efficiently. I played around with that bit to see what made it better or worse.

Also...

"Second Form," I held my red greatsword back, before slashing forward down. "Claws-Purifying Wind."

Five Evil Dragons before me turned into mince meat. And the ones before them. And the one before those.

My usual slashes were now filled up with elan, with ki, that transformed into Wind Energy, giving my attack an elemental effect.

Magic is basically processed ki from what I could tell, so using the elan straight up in an attack, has an immediate great effect. Odds are if I cast an actual spell the effect of the Wind Energy would be more streamlined, but here like this, it had more power for less fine control.

That's fine. I don't know actual magic, but I'll figure it out with my opponents. Or if Walburga follows the plan I left her with.

I think I'll keep using Wind Breathing though. I feel it's the one most effective for movement and just shredding those fucking dragons.

Although, the dragons was getting too much. Too many in one place, filling up all the sky and the area I was in, as they all lunged at me.

Right. Time to make some space.

"Ignite," I said mostly for myself as it wasn't needed and Chaoskampf Ordained's effect came into being.

My hatred leaked out of me, fed right into the scarlet blade as it was set ablaze with crimson energy bursting out and wrapping around it.

It took my hatred of dragons and made it into potent Dragon Slaying Aura.

I dashed down toward the earth below, leveling sonic booms in my wake. I gathered up all that energy and focused it on the tip of my sword, forming it into a spherical balloon.

"Incineration Burst!" I shouted.

The sword slammed into the ground, and all that energy exploded, washing away in all directions. A dome of energy exploded in all direction, bouncing against the ground to splash further.

The semi-spherical Anti-Dragon Energy moved like wave passing over everything, walls, buildings and of course the Evil Dragons.

The instant they were struck by the energy wave, it was like watching a vampire in sunlight. They burst into ashes. Their bodies destroyed faster than they can conceive.

Silence.

All the fighting suddenly ended for a whole mile, maybe more around me.

I let out a sigh. I could sense the other dragons were still coming, on their way. They'd be here in minutes, but for now I could take a break.

I focused on my Total Concentration Breathing, trying to fix any issues now that I wasn't pulling my attention in multiple directions.

I had grow in the last few, what was it now, half an hour? An hour?

Still, they should be reacting by now. After all, one needs to assume the antagonists, the enemies are just as active, just as capable as the protagonist side of things in these matters.

Ophis isn't around and I can't sense her, so hopefully neither should that. Qlippoth should be acting soon, if only to save their investments, but—

The teleport magic circle appeared too fast. My the time I sensed it and turned to look at it, high at the top of one of the castle walls, it already have formed and something passed through.

BRAAM!

The metal of my blade echoed out, as I held it in front of me, blocking a massive fist. It looked as big as half my body.

"Oh? So you do have some strength of your own in those bones of yours." Grumbled with joy the Evil Dragon in front of me.

I felt like my aura, which usually swept and ate away at the dragons' being, as if tearing them apart with my presence and rejecting their existence, was splashing against the body of the being before me and finding little purchase.

Fifteen meters tall, black scales and silver eyes. He looked quite biped, too humanoid even for a dragon.

"Show me your worthless struggle without your Dragon Slaying Aura helping you in any ways." Grendel, Crime Force Dragon. "HAHAHAHAHAHA—!"

BOOM!

My Sacred Gear charged up and exploded as I slapped away his fist. Grendel got launched back and blasted through a wall.

He got up not looking all that injured but more surprised and pleased.

"Nah, buddy. You better hope your Dragon Slaying Resistance is good enough." I grinned back "You came at a good time. I finally get to refine my Dragon Slaying Aura against something worth smashing."

Finally, a Dragon King opponent to train against.