Silver W. King

Becoming the Strongest Through (Draconic) Racism - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

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2026-07-12 05:51:30

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2026-07-13 04:05:39

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2026-11

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"Hahaha..." The wind was dancing across my body. "Hahahahahaha," laughter freeing itself from my chest. "Hahahahahahahaha!" A smile burned on my face.

Joy remembered as though experienced for the first time, felt like madness.

I swing the bone whips at the attacking onslaught of dragons, using the wind to run through the skies.

I've never felt this free.

I swung the thorn bone whips, filling them with my Elan to control their movements and strengthen the structure. They wrapped around two dragons coming at me from the front, then I spun around, slamming those grabbed dragons into a group of others trying to surround me.

I could feel and hear their bones break from the impacts. Both the dragons grabbed and those hit.

Hundred of spells were launched at me by the magicians of Nilrem. The devils of Qlippoth were using magic or those from Pillar Clans were using their Clan Trait.

And all of it was open for me to analyze.

Most spells I didn't even need Tenkai to tank through, breaking them on my body. Some seemed to deal with kinetic energy, or with exotic effects, curses or the like, with Kami-e I was untouchable. Literally.

Watching spells, I didn't bother with memorizing the chants. Rather using senjutsu, I looked at, and memorized how the mana moved, was woven, shaped and resonance it vibrated at.

Every spell was different. Every spell even of the same element but with different effect, had one of those three components (mana movement, shape, frequency) differ in one way or another.

Another wind crescent wave spell slashed into my torso and left no mark. I, on the other hand, finished analyzing Wind Magic. Using Merlinian Magic is pretty simple using calculations to create an effect through magic.

Yes, everyone uses their own calculations where they assign the equations for wind movement or kinetic energy, a symbolic value, and then write their magic circles using those symbols that only hold meaning to the caster. Or use some standardized method where the symbol is something everyone, or the cultural zeitgeist already, agreed upon. Like skulls for death or danger.

But I bypassed all that by just reading the mana flow and then work backwards to learn what the symbols they used were suppose to mean, from which part of the mana movement and structure meant what.

I picked up on a lot spells' structure and inner workings from the various magicians trying to kill me. From the classical elements to more esoteric stuff.

After all that, I then went forward and made a wind spell of my own.

"Wind Sheath." Wind cloaked me like a second layer of skin, moving constantly and circling my body. "Let's see how this plays with Kami-e."

If before I was bobbing and weaving through the storm of spells and claws and dragon flames, now I was dancing.

Dancing without thought, as my body just avoided attacks by instinct and force of the wind spell. It's like my body was a leave in the wind.

Except with the thorn bone whips, I was a flying chainsaw.

"SHIT!" Shouted a devil.

"WE NEED TO RETREAT!" Cried out another.

"HE CASTS MAGIC NOW!?" A magician shouted in anguished desperation.

"SINCE FUCKING WHEN?" Another magician screamed as his concentration wavered, making his magic spell falter and blow up on him.

I was practically flying with how much I was running on air. Earth spells came from above and below. The ones that formed giant stones or teleported them in the sky to drop like meteors like directing their falling trajectory, were easy enough to maneuver around.

The ground became pillars of spikes trying to impale me. Somewhere pretty straight forward, piercing up at where I am in the sky like a spire built too fast. Some were actually fired from the earth, those had some punch more than the dropped psuedo-meteors. And some were formed and moved like the rigidity of the ground where an option. Earth spells were the earth towering spears would bend, twist and follow me to try and impale me. Pretty determined on the mages of those Earth spells. Some creative too.

But where from the ground or the sky, Earth Magic just simply couldn't touch me, no matter how they tried to trap me.

And the many giant earth pillars, seemed to have been met to trap me, as the magicians seemed to finally work together to make giant mountain sized dome around me.

The air changed by Wind Magic. Some turning up the oxygen, others empowering the wind to be volatile, others changed the gas to be more combustible. They were preparing for fire spells to just hit me and all the area I was in.

Alright, I'll play sitting duck, let's see how all your spells work.

Hundred of Fire Magic spells were cast. They flew like many blazing rays haphazardly flying in random ways, in the general direction of downward through the hole of the closing dome.

Except.

"Gathering Auroras." Aži Dahāka spoke.

I noticed Grendel at the Zoroastrian Evil Dragon's side, healed back to full health and the shriveled, mummified corpse of another Evil Dragon next to them. Life Drain or something to that effect, from what I felt of their—Grendel and the husked dead dragon's—life force and magical energy. Huh, so that's Forbidden Magic. The Exchange of Life, or rather Sacrifice Magic.

I felt the Diabolism Thousand Dragon's mana surge as a magic circle formed within the dome. It held multiple spinning magic circle within it, some spinning horizontally and some on an axis.

The many fire spells changed direction, moving with purpose now toward the multi-spinning magic circles, congregating and combining into a single whole...

While retaining the traits and effects of all individual spells. My eyes widened.

"What the fuck!?" I cried out, letting out a laugh in disbelief.

The Three-Headed Evil Dragon had a spell that controlled other—No, focusing on the mana movement, the spell combined other spells in it's range effect.

Taking control of other spells to direct them to his own spell, was all on Aži Dahāka doing so through pure mana control.

"Oh damn, that's kinda cool." I said, my smile growing again.

I could feel multiple spells being formed outside the dome. Other magicians and devils fully expect me to break out of the dome, before bombarding me with other spells.

...Or—given what I'm feeling from their emotions—they likely expect me to not be able to escape and just be heavy injured by their "ingenuous" trap.

"Chimeric Sun Fall." Aži Dahāka finished the fused spell and dropped it on me. It did look like a sun. I could even feel divinity within the spell, from Aži Dahāka somehow giving the spell a divine signature in its magic energy for extra kick.

Yet... the spell felt too much like a well crafted replica of a Sun God's magic attack, rather than the real deal. Or at least, that's the impression I got, what I instincts pointed toward.

Alright then, they wanna play like that, huh?

Time to put in some effort.

I gathered wind energy via Elan with making calculations for a wind spell formula around my fist.

I pulled my hand back to my side, twisting my waist as if reading for a spin, dug in my heels, and grinned as I was about to preform a pretty damn iconic move, that any kid that played video games tried at least once.

Honestly, even without a sword, this move felt tailor made for Wind Breathing.

"Kaze," I declared as the damned sun neared. "SHORYUKEN!" I jumped, spinning like a spiral, a twister of wind surrounding me with my fist as the center, as I pierced right through the falling sun. I felt the magicked sun explode behind me as I passed through it and breaking out of the dome.

The whole thing exploded like a poor man's volcano. I say that because right as the erupting fire escaped from the hole I made, the dome cracked and began breaking down to giant pieces of debris.

"SHIT, HE ESCAPED!" Shouted a panicked Nilrem magician.

"REMEMBER THE PLAN! ATTACK YOU BUFFONS!" Answered back an angry Qlippoth devil hiding his nerves.

The spells were unleashed in an instant. Those for lightning flavor reached me in the next moment.

I feel like dodging them should have taken more effort. Isn't lightning much, much faster then the eye can follow?

Ah! This is anime lightning, it's only less faster, or as fast as sound. Makes total sense.

My body dodged automatically as Wind Sheath was still on. Some water spells seemed interest to add to my defenses, but the lightning ones were my current—

I brought my arms up.

ZAAP!

"Grrh," I grunted.

One of the lightning spells, one of the ones whose effect was more of an AOE lightning bomb, was seized by Aži Dahāka's mana and transformed into a speed-blitzing piercing version of lightning. The lightning bolt was the size of a tower so it ended up covering me. The brain doesn't tend to equate something large with supersonic movement. I'll have to rectify that.

I defended against that lightning spell with Tenkai and Elan, only for it to have a secondary hidden effect. To paralyze once it hit, as now electric sparks were dancing across my form, as if ropes binding me. The damn thing was too fast for Wind Sheath, it went through my wind spell.

"Now, all of you attack once more!" Aži Dahāka commanded, as the magicians and devils charged up their spells. They seemed to be using more powerful ones that require charging up this time.

Do they think I'm just gonna keep playing along?

But it's clear to me the danger of Aži Dahāka, why he commands the magic battle.

Because it doesn't matter if they obey his commands or not, his mana control is such he can take control of other people's spells. And likely he can torture those who don't follow along with his commands by detonating their spells in their hands, or even use them as an external magic rod if he was feeling cruel.

Guess there is a reason why he was considered Heavenly Dragon Class, through his mastery of magics alone.

"They're not taking my prey from me! I'm fighting you first!" Grendel shouted as he was racing toward me faster than any spell, using his kinetic energy manipulation to release a massive burst of power from his legs to aid his movement. Guess I inspired him.

I've studied Lightning Magic enough that I got a feel for it, and I know how to cross transfer that skill to Elan.

I took a breath and shifted my Elan's frequency, changing the Wind Energy that ran through and around me to Lightning Energy. The Electric Prison shook, becoming less stable.

I need to take out Aži Dahāka right away before he causes anymore problems. I learned enough.

Time for a decapitation strike, full force from the get go.

Chaoskampf Ordained was flying in the background getting the combatants that were in the rear, sowing chaos in the energy ranks, so I can attack and surprise them myself, more freely.

I locked eyes with the Diabolism Thousand Dragon.

His eyes began to blink as realization was about to start to reach him, that I'm aiming for him. With a concentrated force of will, I summoned my Elan. It surged like a controlled explosion and blasted away lightning spell binding me. I dismissed Wind Sheath.

Soru, Thunder Breathing, Tenkai as well. All the switching to using it mid-fight finally made it click in my head, how to fully have it on, not just while moving, but without losing speed in mobility.

Grendel was completely ignored. When I dashed forward I didn't even bother glancing at him. He was too slow and too far away to be worth acknowledging right now. I will when I give him his death blow.

To say I exploded into motion was a mistake.

Aži Dahāka's eye lid had yet to complete the act of closing, effectively blind.

I was there, in his face, arm pulled back, lightning concentrated on my fist, like a glowing ball of plasma.

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I punched forward.

And nothing happened.

No.

That's incorrect.

Yes, electricity and lightning exploded, light flashed and shined so bright it burned, and sound ruptured.

Anyone nearby, dragons, magicians, devils, they were all flash-burned and were now screaming on fire. Those that survived. Most are just charred corpses now. The explosion of Lightning Energy had ended up hitting me, burning my skin in places that were already healing. A dragon ins human form, a deeply tanned-skinned man (who had Middle Eastern features) in a formal suit, was standing next to Aži Dahāka looking undisturbed, only watching the battle with interest hiding bloodlust. This must be Apophis.

Yet, none of that was my focus, for it was what's in front of my fist that disturbed me.

A two layered barrier stopped my fist.

Aži Dahāka's eyes were open, looking at me with fear and concern overwhelming any offended anger he showed.

The second layer of the barrier Reflected back all elemental attacks—No, all magical effects. It's why it hit me and the surrounding enemies, while leaving Aži Dahāka and those next or behind him untouched.

But it was the first layer that stumped me.

"Reversal." Aži Dahāka growled with irritation and satisfaction.

I didn't take a moment to analyze this, as I dashed back, pushing Soru to the point of causing frauctures on my legs, even with my much stronger body.

A violet beam with thin white line in the center, and purple and black outlines slammed down from above where I was standing, a moment ago.

My foot was caught in it, at the tail end of my escape, smacking my trajectory and regardless of how fast or with how much force I was moving. I slammed into the ground, and roll to standing. My foot was bruised and blooded, with the bones broken, just from touching that spell.

It felt like heaviness. No, I could withstand just heaviness.

Gravity.

Okay, Three-Headed Lizard Fucker was pulling out the big guns. I needed to know how magics that affects spacetime work.

But more importantly what was that?

Did Aži Dahāka speed up? Was he hiding his speed? How did he react? An automatic spell maybe, but... shouldn't I had been faster?

And that barrier, Reverse Magic, huh? I think I remember reading about that. Something that made the Grigori. Turned Asia's Healing Aura to a Damaging Aura in canon.

Man, so many stuff to try and fight out.

Okay, which to go for first?

Slayer Instinct says Gravity/Reversal. That I was attacked in someway when I tried speed blitz Aži Dahāka.

...Alrighty then, but if I had to prioritize?

Gut feeling? Gravity, because I would likely need to give Reversal my full attention.

"GUNNAR!" Grendel shouted in excitement mixed with outrage (heh) as he reached me. I literally ignored him to attack, Aži Dahāka while he was giving me all his effort. Guess I just didn't view him as an obstacle anymore.

"Wind Sheath." Wind swirled and danced around me, just as my body did, effortlessly and seamlessly avoiding Grendel's punch that caved the earth under us.

My eyes however were on Aži Dahāka.

"To think you would force me to use this magic." "To make us defend ourselves." "How arrogant. Can you afford for us to take you as a threat, Dragon Slayer?" The three heads of Aži Dahāka said, one after another.

"Please keep thinking of me as, not a threat. It will make killing you that much more hilarious." I deadpanned back.

Grendel reached me. I weaved around his thrust arm without even needing to look at him, grabbed his giant (to me) wrist, and with Elan and that mana control trick I witnessed Aži Dahāka do a few times, I wrested Grendel's kinetic energy from his control and swung him at the oncoming enemies worth consideration.

"Come here little, Slayer—GAAARH!" Niðhöggr cried out in pain as I slammed Grendel into his frame.

Then with a spin, with Wind Energy surrounding me and the screaming Grendel, I threw him at the Eight-Headed Evil Dragon coming behind Niðhöggr.

The force of Grendel's impact shattered three of Yamata no Orochi's heads. Huh, thought the force would do more, since I don't sense Orochi to be that durable energy-wise.

That's when I noticed fragments of orange barriers breaking off and dispersing behind Grendel. I guess they dulled the impact. That energy—Ah. It's from the Insomniac Dragon, Ladon. Wonder why he'd called that?

"""Thou has to crush all eight mine head to succeed at slaying me, human!""" Yamata no Orochi declared as I witness his three head just reform right away, like a grotesque time-rewind regeneration.

Huh. Neat.

I turned away ignoring him to focus on Aži Dahāka, much to the Japanese Evil Dragon's wrath.

"I beat you can't do that gravity spell again, you Three-Headed Failure." I taunted.

"You think that was some ritual spell, or something that require preparation or effort on my part?" Aži Dahāka sounded haughty, but the anger was visible in his triple bared teeth. An evil purple magic circle formed in front of him, just by wave of his hand, and was already charged up. "You will eat those arrogant words, boy!"

I grinned and prepared for the attack.

"""Thou dare ignore me, mortal!""" Orochi and his eight heads, pull back as their necks bugle slightly with light shining from it. A sign of a breath attack.

"Ladon, are you finally done?!" Niðhöggr asked in frustration.

"Almost!" Ladon shouted back.

I turned my head toward them with an infuriating smirk.

"Alright, I'll play. Bring it." I lazily gestured for them to come at me, while keeping my senses on Aži Dahāka.

The Three-Headed Evil Dragon was charging his attack as I didn't feel it had the same potency as the first time. So he didn't instantly cast it, but prepared it beforehand, and I made him show his hand. Nice!

Orochi roared and breathed black flames with dark blue highlights from all eight of it's mouths.

My instincts flared and with a Soru—

It was inches away from covering my form whole.

My Dragon Slaying Aura flashed like a bomb from my whole body.

Like a mini-nuke firing to cancel out napalm fire.

Once the clash of aura and dragon fire was done, the land around me for the length of multiple towns looked like the charred ground of god's smiting wrath.

Some of Orochi's fire lingered on my hand. I felt power, energy, vitality sap from my being.

Right. If I recalled Yamata no Orochi has the most potent poison ever, that only direct healing Heaven itself can cure it.

But I was sure now. Something is fucking with me!

Rage filled me, and Heroic Second Wind shined in my soul, as healing energy exploded from my being to wash away the poisonous flame. They battled, the healing energy and the poison energy.

Yet by wrath and by will, my healing energy covered, washed, and sheered away the poison down to nothing.

I felt Dragon Aura cage around me, and with another burst of movement I leaped away from the where I was, to see a magic barrier, a box of orange energy form where I once stood combating Orochi's poisoned fire. The box was dispersed with nothing captured in it.

Right, Ladon's ability of making barriers with special effects. I could sense the Insomniac Dragon was preparing something big, while doing all these small attacks and aid of his fellow Evil Dragons.

I looked up to fully take in the three Evil Dragon threats, plus Grendel. The ones that stop me from having free reign to combat Aži Dahāka and Apophis.

Niðhöggr, the Abyss Rage Dragon, was a western grey dragon with the purple hue turned all the way up. He had many spots on his wing arm, and actual arms glowing deep violet and oozing power, as if he's restraining his power going violent, yet wishing to do so.

Dark violet energy swirled him, covering his claws, and escaping his mouth.

No. It wasn't mere energy, it was miasma. Negative energy that has been so condensed that is leaked from him in a physical form. Just from my senses alone I can feel the wrongness emitting from him.

Yamata no Orochi, the Venom Blood Dragon, almost seemed regal in his baring. An eight-headed dragon of dark blue scales, adorned in gold, and golden floating circlets behind each head, as though, each was adorned by a crown.

His tail literally ended with the tip being a sword of seven blades branches. The blade branches seemed to be made of solid flames, with the central bone being an actual sword.

I couldn't feel his venom or poisonous energy at all, when he wasn't using it. How deceptively deadly.

Ladon, the Insomniac Dragon, looked like he had scales with the look and texture of wood. Even when he moved, it sounded like branches creaking or moving. Yet, unlike wood, his green scales, or even white underbelly looked hardened to an extreme. His forearms are flattened in shape, that he looked like he has shields, or a tortoise shell as part of his arms. the curvature of his wings and long wide neck, made me think he can close up into a giant ball. Like Samus' Morph Ball. Heh.

Wind felt somehow more solid around Ladon. His Dragon Aura seemed specially dense, as though he can easily pull it to his skin to make it into a solid energy, skin-like armor.

Huh. I think I can manage that.

Alright, I knew what to do begin countering whomever is sabotaging me in this fight.

"""Thou mayhap survived mine poison, yet I can not think thou can replicate thy feat.""" Orochi said.

"Hahahaha, you're starting to slow down, Dragon Slayer." Niðhöggr said back, laughing in glee. Did he think I'm running out of steam now? "You've been off more than you could chew, and I'm going to enjoy showing you how a Dragon bites back."

"You can't win this, boy. It should be obvious to you by now." Ladon said, as barriers started to form around him. However, it felt like whatever he was doing in the background was taking the bulk of his concentration and energy. Everything he was doing now was just stuff on the low end.

Alright, I need to bait whomever is fucking with me. Something like letting myself get hit or the like. For a second my eyes glanced at Aži Dahāka's spell. Alright, guess I'm gonna have to tank that. Gonna be a tight window to summon my Sacred Gear, which is still causing chaos in the enemy ranks.

Honestly, I feel like either I got stronger at using it, or Chaoskampf Ordained got stronger with me, as it was one-shotting the cannon fodder Evil Dragons around.

Let's do this.

"I'M NOT OUT OF THIS FIGHT YET! FIGHT ME, GUNNAR!" Grendel shouted, zooming at subsonic speed at me. Sorry buddy, but you're too slow. You've become fodder to me.

"All of you, try not to blink." I gripped my thorn bone whips and dashed off right at my first target. Soru without counting the kicks, only till my bones strained. I think I'll call it Soru Unlimited from now on.

Niðhöggr barely had time to react or try to fully bring his claw up to defend or counter attack. With Soru Unlimited and Dragon Slaying Aura that I began to gather and shape, I blitzed through the Abyss Rage Dragon's body.

After donuting Niðhöggr I turned toward Orochi dashed toward him with the same speed.

"WHAT THE HELL—" Ladon began to shout at seeing one of his comrades instantly get ganked.

Watching Earth Magic taught me not just about summoning, or shaping the earth. It was about manipulating the structure of physical objects. To strengthen, to weaken, to reshape, to condense or to expand.

My Elan surged through the thorn bone whip in my hand, as I commanded it to straighten into a staff, or rather spear-like form, forcing it to be firm in that form, before going further to empower it with more energy for explosive power.

I threw it Ladon, making him skip whatever he planned to focus on defending himself or his big secret super special move. Ladon abandoned his normal spell to keep his secret move, while defending himself. He was pushed back a considerable distance, away as he cross his arms and tanked the thrown thorn bone spear.

For Orochi and pulled back thorn bone whip I had left, and took a Wind Breathing stance.

"Shoot Style," I swung. "Hundred—" Orochi began to get hit.

I cancel the move and readjusted.

"Hundred Claws-Purifying Wind!"

Orochi had been in a different position from when initiated the attack. Now he was breathing his dragon flame mixed with his venom blood. My Elan-powered Wind energy slashes crashed into his flame, and pushed them back, cut through them to reach the Evil Dragon.

Throughout it all, I hardened my Dragon Slaying Aura upon my skin, further while doing Tenkai.

I FELT IT!

This time I felt it.

"""For as long as I have even one head left, I can survive and regenerate all! Thy efforts are futile, Dragon Slayer!"""

I couldn't stop grinning, as right as my three hundred wind claws fell upon Orochi, with his having one head left, I turned the bone whip, into a bone spear. I moved my magic inside it with a specific shape, and instantly—

Threw the bone spear.

Orochi seemed as if he managed to dodge, by moving his head away at the last moment, while a look of panic momentarily was on his face.

Then the thorn bone spear began to glow, and the look of panic turned to terror.

Matter to energy conversion. I didn't perfect it or even cast it half-way right, but I started a chain reaction through a dual Earth-Fire Magic spell and just let it loose.

The flash and sound that followed made the world seem to be screaming.

I formed a barrier using Wind Magic to push back against the wind, heat and shockwave.

I felt Orochi die, just as Niðhöggr did. Yet in the middle of the aftermath, I felt Aži Dahāka's spell be completed, and turn my head to see him aiming at me.

I'm not stupid. Tanking the attack doesn't mean let it kill me.

He fired and before even thought, my body moved to summon my Longinus—

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My scarlet sword was in my hand blocking the bulk of the gravity beam, as well as aid Heroic Second Wind heal me, just as the gravity beam was shattering me.

I pushed back through it, my Dragon Slaying Aura clenching to my skin, becoming denser and denser, like a magic layer that's part of my skin and also above it.

All the negative energy Chaoskampf Ordained gathered as well as my own, were fed to the Holy Cross Blessing and my Longinus. Healing and the layered Dragon Slaying Aura, the blade and my own cover me and pushed back against the magic attack.

I concentrated, and in the instant my health was at a hundred, before suffering damage again, I turned all my negative energy into Dragon Slaying Aura and swung upward.

With a defiant cry, I cut the beam in half from within it.

I dismissed Chaoskampf Ordained for a moment and I panted, looking around me as I saw the devastation of that last bit of the battle.

I think at one point there might have been buildings in this place. Maybe just facilities, training areas, labs or something. There weren't anymore.

There was a ball of something deeper than energy, colored black and dark blue, hovering where Orochi's body should be, before it was covered in a magic sphere spinning and rotating with magic formulas, pulled toward Aži Dahāka's outstretched hand by his mana. The ball was swirling with images and power. An eight-headed serpent with eight tails, spew a flame-like sword.

It was a soul. And it was obvious whose it was.

Niðhöggr wasn't anywhere around that was visible, body or soul. Yet I could sense his energy, his soul out of sight as he was resurrecting himself.

Right, he was the Extrajudicial Death Dragon for a reason. He defies the principles of life and death out of spite. Respect but, he's a piece of shit from what little interaction we had, and just from the general vibe I've been feeling from his energy. Not even the Venom Blood Dragon felt so vile to my senjutsu senses.

Grendel was launch off away from the battlefield, looking burned in places and smoking.

More importantly I was now sure of it. By getting an in-depth (heh) feel of Gravity Magic from Aži Dahāka's gravity laser beam, I was now sure of what's been messing with me throughout the battle.

Feeling the full brunt of a gravity beam forced me to get a feel for spacetime being affected, and while gravity was the main focus, I could also feel knock-on effects of gravity being condensed and being moved like that.

I could feel Gravity affect Time, and thus I could sorta get a sense of what Time being manipulated felt like. In theory.

Being hit by that disrupting effect made me sure of my hypothesis, as it felt like the knock-on effects of heavy gravity being used, by many orders of magnitude more.

Someone is fucking with Time.

Someone is fucking me over with Time.

There are a very limited amount of powers in the DxD world that can affect time. And given that I don't think I'm lucky enough for this to be a power from someone I wasn't familiar with, it's likely Gasper.

And since it's impossible for Gasper to be here, to be this sneaky, to be this in control of his ability, it has to be someone like Gasper.

And who is like a person, other than that exact same person, but from the future.

It's just a theory. I recall off-handedly that Future Gasper and Future Ajuka were deleting timelines that deviated from the canon timeline in an effort to unit them all into some single timeline, where they win, so no one can pull a Back to the Future plot on them, like Loki and the Machine Gods of ExE did.

Now, let's think rationally. I might be reaching. This might be a coincidence. It might not even be that, or a different explanation.

...But honestly, if this really was Future Gasper fucking with me, I'm gonna rip that twink boy's ass!

I expanded my senses as much as possible. Trying to feel even a hint of vampiric-devilish energy. I knew what both felt like independently. A dhampir shouldn't feel too different either.

Shadows, shadows, any shadow with energy in it.

Ḽ̸̸̷̨̈́̈ò̶̵̶̪̳͘o̸̵̶̥̠̊͝ķ̴̵̴͈̌͑ ̴̷̴̘̝̉͝Ť̵̷̴̡̤̔h̵̷̶̙̭͑͝ȉ̶̷̷̯̥̌ț̶̷̶̛̻̔h̸̷̴̥̙́͐é̴̷̶̤̝̀r̶̷̷̮͕̽̈́.̸̷̷̳͆̃͜

...No way.

I felt something from Apophis' shadow, but if I recall Darkness Manipulation was one of his powers. There's no way Future Gasper can hide in the shadow of a fucking Heavenly Dragon, especially one that can control darkness itself. That's not hax power level escalation. That's just stupid.

And yet, it might possibly be something DxD shounen escalation does.

No. Wait. Feeling the Time? energy (still don't have a 100% handle on identifying it in detail), I think Future Gasper is hiding by also being out of sync with time, so he's never in the present moment completely, so if Apophis ever felt something, Future Gasper can just disappear before the Egyptian Heavenly Dragon could investigate or feel something was off.

And I only noticed him because I was looking for him, and he only went unnoticed (maybe?) because no one expected him to be there. Why would a Heavenly Dragon that uses darkness check his shadow for people being there?

In theory, it kinda makes sense. In practice, I still call bullshit.

Hmm, now what to do?

I need to make a trap for a time stopping, time controlling, devil dhampir from the future.

I could sense that whatever big move Ladon was about to make, involved spacetime in some fashion. His ultimate move barrier, if I recall.

I'll need that, hmm, and I'm gonna need something else to entice Future Gasper to come out of his hiding spot.

This pocket dimension is Qlippoth's headquarters. Rizevim should be here if I recall.

Sensing. Yep. Found him. that's definitely him.

Alright, got a plan. Kind of. Maybe.

Ladon's Dragon Aura finally flared and erupted as he thrust his hand in my direction.

I gathered all my Dragon Slaying Aura into a tightened layer of energy over my skin. It was so dense, it looked like I had a few inches thick outline of energy around me.

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I felt the time stop hit my dense aura barrier and froze, acting like it hit me. I didn't even breath or move my eyes.

My aura barrier took the full hit. I felt the effect suffuse the whole of my outer aura and...

"Chronos Control Cage." Ladon cried out.

And it fucking worked. I was still aware. Still experiencing normal time.

Suck it, you Issei dick riding loser cuck! Now, the question is, how to set up an ambush? I'll only get one chance.

In a matter of seconds, an orange ellipse-shaped barrier the size of a dozen football stadiums. Yes, it was quick, but I still could have escaped it before full came down.

I felt the Time Stop effect end right before as the last hole in the spacetime barrier closed. Trying to sell me on how this is all normal and I just wasn't quick enough, or lucky enough ain't gonna work now, bucko!

"With this, your fate is seal, Caleb Gunnar!" Ladon declared.

The world pressed down upon me. No, gravity was pushing on me towards the ground, yet I also felt it push on my body from all direction.

"Ladon-you-can-adjust-your-barrier-however-you-want-right? Can-you-change-it-to aid-me?"

"Is there a point to you fight anymore? You're not even a speed bump to the Slayer." Apophis said with disinterest.

"Aži-Dahāka-heal-me-one-more-time. Let-me-fight-and-if-I-die-you-can-take-my-soul-or-whatever-I-don't-care." Grendel begged.

"Hahaha-that-was-never-in-question." Aži Dahāka chuckled, before capturing a weak Evil Dragon, killing them and using their life force to heal Grendel back to full health. "Go-on. Be-entertaining-one-last-time."

And that's not all, the dragons outside the barrier seemed to move in fast forward—No, I was slow. I was moving slower, through space, through time.

Grendel laughed and dashed towards the barrier along with a couple of dozen Evil Dragons. I guess they want to test out the waters on how much the barrier is effective on me.

However their speech being super fast is annoying. Hmm, I think it's possible to use Elan on my brain to speed up my processing ability. I mean, I've been using Elan to passively reinforce my whole being, that naturally included my brain. My reflexes are faster and better because of it, so doing so intentionally...?

Dragon Slaying Aura is apart of me, so it should be doable. Don't need to do anything crazy just...

"This is unsustainable." Aži Dahāka said, cutting off the momentum of the battle from restarting.

There! God, it feel like thinking too hard. Or like focusing on a dot on a wall while trying not to drift or look away from it.

"Oh?" Apophis raised an eyebrow.

"It is clear individually or collectively, our Army of Evil Dragons can not hope defeat the Dragon Slayer or lower his battle efficiency. And that... that confounding healing of his, making putting him down for good nigh impossible." Aži Dahāka said with the first real amount of frustration leaking from his calm façade. "We need to combine our minions might and shut down that Sacred Gear of his." He turned to the Insomniac Dragon. "Ladon, create me a Barrier of Life, Binding and Harmony."

"Life, Binding and Harmony? What could you possibly..." Ladon's eyes widened in horror. "No."

"That's right." All three of Aži Dahāka's mouths grinned. "I will need to a smooth and swift Chimeric Creation."

Ladon looked fearful and disgusted, yet he reached out with an arm to the side and cast his barrier once more.

Damn, what could make an Evil Dragon feel disgust? Well, the name gave it away really. Chimeric Creation.

And just like I expected, the moment Ladon's barrier was complete, a giant sphere the size of a mountain, Aži Dahāka went to work.

The Three-Headed Dragon ripped out the heart of one of the mass-produced Evil Dragon, formed a spell circle around it and threw it into the Barrier of Life, Binding and Harmony.

Immediately all the mass-produced Evil Dragons were pulled toward it, regardless of their will or efforts, as though they were caught past the event horizon of a black hole.

They were dragged into the barrier kicking and scream, as if they went the horror that was about to befall them.

I unconsciously counted them, in the ball of 10,492 dragons. Oh. Neat perk of though accelerations.

Also damn, I took out a good number of them without even actively focusing on targeting them.

I've said before that Niðhöggr felt vile to my senjutsu senses. Nothing he had, held a candle to what I felt from Aži Dahāka, as what I saw next proved it.

The dragons where literally smashed together like some child's attempt at combining play dough. Gore and blood was more visible than the Evil Dragon's bodies as they were ripped apart and brought together, in grotesque manner, with only their haunting screams echoing in the background.

Worse were my senjutsu senses, for I could sense that Aži Dahāka wasn't only combining their bodies, but also their souls.

It shouldn't be possible for him to do so without a grail, yet with mastery of Sacrifical Magic, it might be possible. He really did earn the title of the Evil Dragon Amongst Evil Dragons.

Eventually I couldn't see what's happening inside the barrier from the sheer blood and gore covering the inside layer of the barrier.

However one thing didn't make sense. Aži Dahāka should be paying enormously with his own life force for this to be possible or to work.

I felt his own soul pay that price constantly only for it to be regenerated, as though his life force was a self-perpetual motion machine. No, rather it generated enough life force to recuperate whatever ends up lost.

So that's how Aži Dahāka fixed his problem with using Forbidden Magic.

I couldn't watch for long as I had my own problems to deal with.

"GUNNAR!" Grendel shouted as he moved towards me multitudes of times faster than he was before. "REMEMBER ME! YOU THINK YOU'LL BE ABLE TO IGNORE ME NOW!"

I had to push myself to dodge Grendel's flying punch. I expected him to lost a few seconds crashing into the barrier, pivoting and coming at me again.

He bounced.

As in literally, as if the barrier operated in looney toons rubber physics, Grendel bounced off the barrier toward the ground, into the dome ceiling then right back at me.

I forged another Elan skin armor with Tenkai and met Grendel's charge head on.

BAM!

A shockwave rang out, along with the ground shaking, yet I stood in place. I've experienced Grendel's manipulated kinetic energy enough times that I think I can copy it for defensive purposes with my Elan. Would be even better if I can just directly convert energies into different types of energies but that seems as something that would require intensive studies. Later, after this battle.

"Did you think me gone, Slayer!" Niðhöggr bellowed while laughing as he immediately came from behind with a vicious punch of his own, down upon me. "You're wide open!"

My Dragon Slaying Aura skin armor took the brunt of the Time Stop, yet I was still aware. I started on forging another one underneath the first energy layer, like multiple carapace armor one under another.

Even though the first skin armor was frozen in time, it was my energy, my ignited life force. I pushed to manipulate the energies of time, same as the principles of Aži Dahāka's principles of spell take over through mana control. Even if it's not the same energy, or the same abilities, it's still in principle the same time.

It wasn't fully working. And I didn't control Time.

Cr-Crack! SHATTER!

Yet I broke through the time frozen Elan armor to catch Niðhöggr descending fist.

"What!?" Niðhöggr exclaimed in shock.

Yet it was nothing to the shock I felt from the hidden Future Gasper in Apophis' shadow. The glee I felt from that almost caused me to give away that I knew he was there.

"Is that all you got tree swallower? Why don't you go fellate some roots elsewhere a bit more? Maybe you'll get stronger then." I said back to him.

"FUCK YOU! THAT'S TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT!" Niðhöggr shouted.

"Is that what you said about Hræsvelgr fucking your mother?" I said with a shit eating grin, referencing the eagle at the top of Yggdrails he constantly had verbal spats with, facilitated by a certain squirrel.

"Are you seriously ignoring me again—?" Grendel began to say, only for Niðhöggr to cut him off.

"YOU RATATOSKR WANNABE FUCK! FINE THEN! SURVIVE THIS!" Niðhöggr roared and pulled his head back. I thought he was going for a point blank dragon breathe, but the feel of it was much worse.

Another Time Stop hit me, and I quickly began to make a new Elan skin armor under the current time frozen one. It was exhausting with how dense I'm making them, but I'm getting quicker at making them.

The dark violet energy gathered in Niðhöggr open maw. From within him and the ambient negative energy, he kept gather all that dark energy, coalescing it into a single point, as it darkened more and more, till it was pure black.

Miasma that had been condensed and concentrated into one location, one point it might be considered Pure Evil Energy.

Rather than a dragon's fire breath, it was a Miasma Breath. He roared it at me.

The Time Stop ended, instants before the miasma showered me.

My Dragon Slaying Aura skin armor took the hit. I could feel it erode under that concentration of negative energy. The miasma kept eating through the aura armor faster than I could rebuild it. It was going through it swiftly even with how dense it was, till eventually...

It broke through.

I burned.

That's all I could feel. It was the first time I felt that sensation in a while, yet it was clear and visceral. Not burn from a fire, but burn as a concept beyond only physical sensation.

I could only equate it to burn and electricity bypassing my skin to surge through my muscles, veins and bones.

And when I pushed through it? I could feel it.

As clear as a heart attack.

Because I began to experience that too.

Regret. Sadness. Soul longing ache. All the negative emotions that anyone had ever felt.

I remember once feeling enough emotional pain in my past life that my chest physically hurt in its depth. The type of pain that makes you consider ending it all.

That pain was nothing but an echo compared to this. And rather than contemplating suicide, my body was actively attempting it rather than prolong this experience.

I think had my body been less sturdy, I would have have just vanished. Incinerated without a trace before I even knew what happened.

It's my strength that's forcing me to stay alive, forcing me to experience this.

And then amidst the agony, as my senjutsu senses were overworked, as I still felt everything outside of myself, as I felt the glee from Niðhöggr, Aži Dahāka and other Evil Dragons, along with annoyance at not getting the kill, and almost relief that I might finally die, one emotion took precedent over everything else.

Satisfaction. Relief at success and contendment at a job well done.

From Apophis' shadow.

OH. FUCK. YOU. SPECIFICALLY FUTURE GASPER! AND YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING EXE FUTURE TIMELINE!

Heroic Second Wind blazed in glory.

A glowing golden shining aura of a cross flashed over my chest and back, before it exploded into a sphere of light.

Niðhöggr's Miasma was devoured.

Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker.

Miasma was negative energy, why the hell should it have ever been a threat?

My body reformed instantly, then continued to take damage from the Miasma Breath and started to become resistant to it.

My soul was healed, and then to the continued spirit damage by the Miasma Breath I started being active. I've already experienced the ability of the Blessing of the Holy Cross of converting negative energy to healing energy enough times that I can do it on my own.

Thus in body I started to break down negative energy in contact with me, and turn it into healing energy automatically. And in soul, I started doing so actively, thus it was like having double the powers eating the miasma and transforming it into healing energy that the process was seamless.

And now that I could focus, I shielded my soul, and had all that negative energy that my body didn't automatically convert to healing energy into it, directly toward the Sacred Gear in my soul.

Chaoskampf Ordained drank the miasma, and Dragon Slaying Aura erupted from me.

The sheer amount of it blasted not just the two Evil Dragon's away, but also the gravitational and temporal effects on me.

Then I pulled it all back into a much denser and larger aura skin armor, that it had weight to it. Physical weight.

Hmm, it should be doable to just make constructs out of aura, right?

I looked up to see a heavily damaged Niðhöggr, with half his form melted like a radiation victim. Grendel it seemed learned not to stick too close to me, lest I do something explody on him, and ran the second the Holy Cross Blessing shined on me.

Niðhöggr was shouting in pain, as he slowly regenerated and reformed his body. I guess his resurrection power is effective when he dies, but when he lives the healing is slow. Wow, it's literally better for him to kill himself, rather than heal the slow way. Oh well, sucks to suck.

"You know something," I began with a sly smirk, as my voice resonated outward to be heard by all those watching this battle in this dimension. "I don't feel like this is enough of a challenge or a reason for me to go all out. So," I stabbed my scarlet sword into the ground, and cupped my hands around my mouth. "HEY RIZEVIM YOU USELESS BUM! I BET YOU CAN'T USE YOUR SACRED GEAR CANCELLER ON ME!"

Nothing is as satisfying as seeing the jaws of dragons drop in disbelief.

Silence swept into the area like an ascending sea tide.

Then a person sided portal opened outside the spacetime barrier.

It showed some kinda fancy Victorian study room with Rizevim Livan Lucifer sitting on a chair with a glass of wine, and Euclid Lucifuge standing to the side looking outraged.

There he was. The Antichrist. The Son of Lucifer. The evil Vali lookalike with an evil goatee. Literally, he had a goatee.

"You. Worthless. Human! You dare speak to his majesty, Rizevim Livan—"

"Shut up, second rate mini-boss." I point at him, and made a spell so his words don't travel through the air, then went further in the concept of wind mana and stopping any spell transmitting speech, so I don't listen to him. "This is a talk between the bosses, not the minions."

Euclid looked angry now and shouted, only to realize his voice wasn't coming out. No one can hear him. He looked panicked.

Rizevim laughed.

"Wow, I have to say in all my years with Euclid serving me, I've never seen him shut down that hard before." The Antichrist laughed in amusement at his servant's troubles.

Euclid gave me a murderous look before casting some powerful freeze ray. It looked to be some kind of ultimate attack. I think he mouth 'absolute zero', maybe. The ice beam passed the barrier like it was allowed.

I copied the Reflect magic barrier Aži Dahāka used to stop the one attack I made at him. It was much easier than Reversal. That one I still didn't figure out. Reflect was just manipulation of vectors and energy, more or less.

I cast Reflect on my hand and back handed the freeze ray back at the shocked Euclid. Ladon for some reason was shocked as well. I guess he expected the barrier to stop the attack, but he left the hole from which the beam passed through, and I hit the laser right back through said hole. What did the Insomniac Dragon expect?

The ice beam caused an explosion, along with freezing half the room he and Rizevim were in. Rizevim managed to remain untouched through his demonic power alone.

And Euclid?

"Okay, I stand corrected." Rizevim said with a look of impressed surprise, and complete disregard for his right-hand devil now an ice sculpture. "Alright, now you really have my attention."

I ignored Rizevim for a moment to look at my blue frostbitten hand. Huh, guess the ice beam was near absolute zero. Healing energy flooded my hand, cracking the ice and forcing life and color back into my hand.

I really need a better defense technique than just Tenkai and Elan Armor, don't I? Maybe something to do with space given all the gravity upon me?

"Just skip the banter and hit me." I made a 'come at me' gesture with my now healed hand.

Rizevim pouted. I held back my disgust at that expression on a grown man's face. A grown man with a goatee. No, I'm not letting that go. It's so tacky!

"Oh? What if I don't do what you want, and just not use my miracle on you?" Rizevim said back.

Fuck it, we're slandering all the way.

"Performance issues at your age? Yeah, that tracks."

This is gonna be the most demanding effort I put into fighting since I got into this dimension.

Rizevim blinked like he couldn't believe what he just heard. He laughed as an aura of dread erupted from him, that have the other Evil Dragon's take the equivalent of a step back.

"Oh? Oh you're funny."

"No as much as your mother. Seriously, the woman who helped create the Devil Race, the Mother of Devils, where is she now? In a coma from the heartbreak of hearing her husband die. The fuck is she? Padyu from Space Wars?" I had to push aside my disgust of all the parodies of media in this world, to say that insult.

"Excuse you?!" Rizevim look at me as if he's in disbelief that I was so uncaring about him or his menacing aura.

"You are not excused, boy."

"Do you realize how much pain I can inflict you on?"

"Bitch, I can beat you with one hand."

"I will make you eat the other."

"Oh please, you wish you were as menacing as people actually mistake you to be."

"Do you have any idea to the chaos I've unleashed upon the world? What I've done in my millennia of life would shudder even your sturdy soul."

"You mean being a depressed bitch watching reality TV?"

"...Okay, how do you know that one?"

"Wait? Seriously? I was just throwing shit at the wall. You watch reality TV? I didn't think my opinion of you could have gotten any lower. Just use the fucking Canceller already, that's the only use there is of you."

"Maybe I don't feel like it."

"What you mom always said to your dad, and why you're an only child."

"Alright, that's enough. You're clearly an idiot that couldn't understand just how out of his depth he is—"

"Bak bakawk!"

"Excuse me?"

"Bak bak bak bak bak bakawk!"

"Are you seriously making chicken noises me right now?"

"Bak bakawk!"

"You do realize that's not going to work, right? I know that you want me to use Sacred Gear Canceller on you for some reason. You know that I know you want that, so obviously I'll deny you what you want."

"Yeah, I guess I shouldn't have expected anything from the disappointment of the Devil Race, even in the one thing he's suppose to be good at."

"I'm going to enjoy torturing you once you're beaten by Aži Dahāka and Apophis."

"Can't even beat me and torture me yourself. No wonder you're a fucking loser, when you're such a jobber as the Son of the Original Devil. Lucifer must have been so embarrassed by you as his direct son."

"Oh really? You think Lucifer was so fearsome?! WELL I KILLED LUCIFER, BECAUSE HE WAS WEAK! HE HAD WEAK RESOLVE BY THE END OF THE WAR, SO TIRED OF IT HE WANTED PEACE!"

And without missing a beat I replied.

"Well of course he did. He saw how much of a disappointment you are, and realized he clearly must have fucked up somewhere along the way, and clearly, definitively, was in the wrong, thus went to his dad to ask for forgiveness. You're that much of a sorry ass edge lord, that even the Devil realize 'okay, yeah, this Sin and Corruption of Humanity stuff is obviously wrong if this is the result', and decided he needed redemption from God, and to get away from you and the hussy who mislead him." Then to add insult to injury I looked him right in the eyes, and said. "Thank God, Eve is the Mother of Humanity, and not that loser bitch, Lilith."

"SACRED GEAR CANCELLER!"

"Finally you're useful." I rolled my eyes.

Rizevim had thrust his hand at me. Palm open, fingers spread like he was trying to grasp something distant.

The ability didn't have a visible casting effect, rather only when it activated on someone. An aura of black with a white outline, fell upon me and covered me.

Suddenly Chaoskampf Ordained felt miles away. As if trying to grasp it was trying to claw through a mountain of sand between me and my Sacred Gear.

The effect felt like it would fall only days later, or when Rizevim willed it.

Okay then, next training to get through. Next trail to overcome.

A̶̷̸̧̖͂̽n̸̸̵̠͎̊͗d̵̸̶̲̳̂̍ ̷̸̶̠̓͆ͅẗ̷̷̸̲̮́͒h̶̵̵̡̘̉̒r̶̵̴̫̦̂̌ơ̸̷̷̭̝̆u̴̶̴̟̳͠͝g̶̵̵͚͙͒́h̵̶̷̢͙͛̿ ̴̶̵̡͍͆͆d̶̸̸̢̳̈́͋r̵̵̶̫͌͝ͅẻ̶̵̴̼̻̍a̴̶̴̬͉͗͆m̷̴̴̭̂̓͜ṡ̶̶̸̝̝̑,̶̶̷͓̥̃͘ ̷̶̵̩̖̀̅t̶̷̴̠̳̾̃h̶̷̵͓̩̊́e̷̸̵̙͉͂̓ ̸̸̵̻͔̎͝ŝ̸̸̷͓̦̓ț̵̴̴͙̾̅o̴̷̵̢̲̅̎r̸̴̴̼͖͆̎ẏ̶̷̸̢̢͐ ̷̶̷͎̯͌̆ć̸̷̸̱̤̉ḧ̵̶̵̩̎͜a̶̷̷̰͙̅͌n̸̷̶̻̖͒͘g̵̶̷̗͉̋͘e̷̵̶͉̒͛͜s̴̵̷̞̀̊͜.̵̵̸͕͎̃͝

However, my Longinus wasn't the only thing being locked. I felt the Holy Cross Blessing dim and shut down as well. Something that felt unexpected, as though the Sacred Gear Canceller for a moment managed to hit more targets than intended. Almost a similitude to Lucifer's original power of Denial of Miracles, rather than the weaker off-shoot Rizevim inherited.

Welp, time to refine my own version of Heroic Second Wind till it equals the original.

"HAHAHAHA! AND NOW YOU'LL SEE THAT YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT YOUR PRECIOUS SACRED GEAR!"

I didn't hear what else the Biblical Loser had to say as Niðhöggr finished healing and lunged at me, beginning his attacks anew.

He swiped with claws and fangs covered in miasma, while Grendel was in the background bouncing across the whole of the barrier's interior to built momentum and kinetic energy.

I covered my arms with Elan skin armor, battering aside the Abyss Rage Dragon's claws while dodging Grendel's telegraphed lunges. I tried casting Wind Sheath for extra maneuverability, but within the Time Dilation Barrier, the wind itself moved slowly, thus I dismissed the spell.

I idly noted that Rizevim went back to his chair, sitting lazily upon it, before something made him jump and flail his arms in panic, before abruptly closing the portal.

"What will you do now?!" Niðhöggr shouted in glee. "No weapon, no Sacred Gear. Slowed by time and weighed down by gravity itself, while we move faster and our blows fall heavier. What now? What quips do you have now, Caleb Gunnar? Hahahaha, did you go mad, thus wanted a guarantee to ensure you died, is that why you wished for Rizevim to shut down your Miracle from God?"

"And now matter what you do, you'll grow tried." Grendel said as he dashed all around. He reminded me of that spring man, Bellamy from One Piece. Unlike Luffy though, I'm not settling for just a knock out. "You'll fall, and we will be the ones to cut down the Slayer meant for the Great Red!"

Grendel laughed. Niðhöggr laughed. Even Ladon and the other big shot Evil Dragons outside the barrier.

I laughed too. I finally figured it out after all that practice with the aura skin armor. In theory it was simple, basically the same thing real. I've studies Earth Magic and have seen earth transformations and transfigurations from all the magicians and devils around to get a feel and the knowledge of how their magic was done, and how my idea could be done.

Aura Construct.

The dragon's stopped laughed, looking at my open mirth with confusion and dread.

"What am I gonna do?" I grinned. "I'm now gonna fight as seriously as I did Crom Cruach."

I held my hand forward. I summoned my Elan, brought it forward, condensed, shaped it and instead of making armor over my skin...

I made a sword. A blade of Dragon Slaying Aura made solid.

And imagine how strong it will be when I crack through the SG Cancelling effect, and work with Chaoskampf Ordained. I thought with glee.

"Oh shit—" Niðhöggr began to say.

I moved.

With the force and power of when I was desperate to match Crescent Circle Dragon. Meaning I used Soru to the point of breaking my enhanced body, all while using Heroic Second Wind with my own efforts.

Grendel screamed.

My Aura Sword met his fist, and his dragon flesh and special ability lost. From his knuckles, through his arms and out of his shoulder my blade passed.

Before Niðhöggr could even react, or Grendel recover from the pain I turn and stood on the air with Elan.

"Eighth Form," I said, for the energy blade in my hand was a katana. The first time I've held one. It was a carbon copy of Sanemi Shinazugawa's sword. "Primary Gale Slash."

Grendel held his one good arm out, hoping to stop my slash, unaware he had already lost his head, as it separated from his body.

And right as I passed him, as I was mid air above him, with the Crime Force Dragon and Niðhöggr under me, I spun in the air to face them while upside down.

"Ninth Form Shoot Style," I swing my arms with all my force, shattering and healing it constantly.

SHATTER!

The time frozen Elan skin armor around me broke as I moved while forging a new one.

"Endless Idaten Typhoon."

I declared for I did not bother to count the slashes. Only to carry forward the motion until the Evil Dragons within the barrier was nothing but fine red mist.

The circling cutting wind desended on Grendel and Niðhöggr without mercy, without relent. Grendel died instantly. He was lucky.

Niðhöggr fought. He cried out in frustration, and agony and in fear born of certainty that he could not win against me. He can reform and resurrect himself maybe, but what use was that against an enemy he could not beat, who would kill him enough times that he can return no more.

As I stood in the bloodied wind of my draconic enemies I straight at the Heavenly Dragons still alive outside the barrier and the dragon who maintained it.

"Who's next?"

Before anyone answered my challenge, Ophis appeared and everyone froze still at her sudden reemergence.

Ophis walked toward me, while holding a sad resigned Valerie under her arm.

"Umm..." Not that I wasn't happy to see her, but I was in the middle of something. Also it seems like her presence cancelled out the barrier's effects.

"My Baka Slayer, I, have brought your Second Blessing." Ophis said, and she held up Valerie from the collar of the dhampir princess's shirt like the girl was a cat.

What?

===x===

A Few Minutes Ago:

Rizevim Livan Lucifer POV:

I'll kill him. I'll kill him, I'll kill him, I'll kill him. That human is going to die screaming. Rizevim though in bitter worth curdling in his chest, as he watched the battle.

He felt his power take hold and lock away the newly forged Longinus with the human. A new Longinus, what a surprise to come to this age.

Honestly, this age was finally getting his interest.

The multiverse was real, there were other world beyond the Dimensional Gap, new Longinus are forged and a Dragon Slayer born in an age that shouldn't produce one.

Some ages tended to be the ones history remembers, and this seemed like it was building up to be so. Very quickly at that.

The boy, Caleb Gunnar, seemed tailor-made for Rizevim's ambitions. The answer to his problem of the Guardian of the Dimensional Gap.

But then the human had to be pissed him off. Well in that case, he can always rip the red sword from his soul—

Ophis appeared at the far end of the room, reality was edited to correct the mistake of forgetting her.

Rizevim stumbled and flailed out of his seat, at the intense and focus look of an Ophis who seems so alive, even with her flat expression.

"Grail. Gimmie." Ophis stretched her hand out.

Rizevim had the third and last grail cup in his dimensional storage. He felt like Ophis would have ripped through his soul to reach the item.

He knew what happened to his closest servant, who still was bereft of a hand, and quickly brought it out—

"OH! FUCK! SHIT!" And immediately jumped away. Only his power allowing him to avoid Ophis who appeared next to him and snatched the cup from the air, from where he was holding it.

Rizevim only had his hand because Ophis was more focused on the grail than him.

The grail glowed and flew into the chest of Valerie Tepes, returning back in her soul.

The Sephiroth Graal was complete once more. The dhampir girl breathed easily, as if finally feeling right in her own body for the first time in a long time.

Then Ophis and the dhampir girl vanished.

"...Why the heavens did no one tell me that a proactive Ophis was so damn scary!?" Rizevim whispered, fearful that if he shouted the Ouroboros Dragon might return.

He needed to figure things out with the minion to know how to escape this seal dimension.

They'll probably have to capture Caleb Gunnar, or somehow convince Ophis that the human wasn't suitable enough of a Slayer for Great Red yet.

"I'm gonna have to figure out how to thaw out Euclid." He muttered.

Good help was hard to find and all that.

Also because Rizevim would rather Euclid be the one to try to talk to Ophis about the folly of her current Slayer. It's her first one, every one get their first time wrong.

And to have a meatshield when the Infinity Dragon takes the loss of her Dragon Slayer badly.

Now we just need to figure out a way to kill a Dragon Slayer meant to slay the Great Red... and who is in the middle of fighting a dragon army. Hmm, this plan may not work.

Rizevim thought some more.

Well, if Ophis is broadcasting this fight to the world, according to one of the minions who told Euclid about it, then it should be possible to get a message out.

Maybe the Old Satan Faction can finally be useful and distract Ophis by attacking the barrier on this pocket dimension from the outside.

"I should just have him develop ice immunity—Ah, right last grail is gone. Welp, time to call the servant to take care of this." And thus Rizevim went to save his right hand man.

By having the magicians of Nilerm and his devil minions of Qlippoth do it for him.

There are also those magicians from Hexennacht for added help.

===x===

Present Time:

"My Baka Slayer, I, have brought your Second Blessing."

What?

I was confused for a second, yet as soon as Ophis said those words, light gathered into a ball out of Valerie's chest, and immediately disappeared landing in my own.

It moved at lightspeed. Not anime lightspeed but actual lightspeed.

The blessing once it appeared, it immediately landed in my chest, before vanishing, landing in my soul and clicked into place.

It felt like the second piece of something grant and glorious settle into place. A piece of a larger picture, of a larger destiny.

I could feel it in my soul, next to the dimmed sword and cross, was a glowing cup.

...Kinda feels like some video game menu in my mind's eye.

And then the Blessing of the Holy Chalice activated, unbridled and without restraint. It activated without permission, without conscious thought. I don't think I could have stopped it even if I wanted to. This first time at least.

A barrier burst out in a wave out of me. Formless, translucent, in every direction, without pause, passing over all things, brings and object.

It extended to the length and width of the dimensional seal Ophis placed around this dimension and seemed to merge with it, or at least, set that as the limit to it's expansion.

This happened instantaneously, and even more terrifying, no one noticed. No one felt it, no one is acting different. It was a barrier formed in the heart of a pocket dimension, in the middle of a spacetime barrier, and no one, not even the Evil Dragon, Master of Barriers and Defense noticed anything.

Only Ophis reacted by tilting her head.

And then the comprehension started.

I knew what laid in this dimension. Every soul, every energy particle and how it moved should I but focus on it.

I felt every soul and every composition of what laid within them. Power, race, identity, intention, willpower. I could know it all if I focused on it. The option was just. Right. There.

The most terrifying part. That part that honestly even freaked me out.

...Was how seamless it all was.

There was no overwhelming pain as I tried to take in or cope with this new knowledge. There was no adjustment period.

It was all just laid out before me. There are souls, you can know everything about them should you wish.

It would take time, but if I wanted to, I could know everyone and everything with a soul within my barrier. My senjutsu senses might as well have been blink before this moment.

Even Ophis, yet I didn't. My instincts and what I felt from the Holy Chalice Blessing was that the sheer depth of Infinity would have distracted me from the immediate battle before me.

Later. Study later at a quieter time. I thought. Yet as I looked at Aži Dahāka, at the souls contain barrier, the abhorrent Gu ritual in all but name I saw within it, I've stopped being disgusted at the Diabolism Thousand Dragon.

I now genuinely, truly and personally hated him.

"Caleb." Ophis said, to get my attention. Her face was blank, but I kind get the feel she wanted me to either acknowledge her efforts, or praise her.

I blinked and shook my head, recentering my focus on the here and now, this moment.

"Thank you, Ophis." I patted her head. She smiled. "Good job."

"Mmmmm..." The dhampir in the Dragon God's grip let out a whine, as though annoyed at being forgotten but too tired to care anymore.

"Err, good job to you too?" And gentle tapped Valerie's head with my fingers, as a poor hand's headpat. She just looked so confused at me. "Ah, could you put her somewhere safe, till this battle this done? I don't think there are vampires where she used to live anymore, so we should talk after this."

"I see." Ophis nodded seriously, as she took all my words seriously. I should be careful with that.

"Can I stop being treated as luggage now?" Valerie spoke for the first time since I've met her.

"No." Ophis said and disappeared with the former Vampire Princess. Can't be a princess if there's no kingdom after all.

Silence stayed inside the barrier and the battle field for a while, as I and the Evil Dragon's just looked at each other.

The silence was a bit awkward.

"I don't think she's returning. Soooo... let's get back to killing each other?" I offered to break the awkwardness.

"Yes," Aži Dahāka said as the Barrier of Life, Binding and Harmony shined while the spinning magic circle around it stopped.

Guess the abominable fleshcrafting ritual inside of it was done cooking. Needed a ding sound really.

"Oh good." Ladon said, as if life and death battles were more agreeable to him than awkward silences.

And then the gravity and time slowness returned harsher than they were before.

Above the orange ellipse-shaped barrier Aži Dahāka let the spherical barrier containing his Chimeric Creation fall.

The magic sphere went through the barrier, and all too quickly the creature inside acted. Like a magic egg, it was blasted open from the inside by a being made up of over ten thousand transformed Evil Dragons.

A being most disastrous.

===x===

Walburga Crowley POV:

Strolling around in the Qlippoth HQ buildings, Walburga acted like a carefree and eccentric mage she's known to be.

In truth she was secretly laying magical sigils to act as bomb for when the moment of Caleb's victory was near.

Oh sure, her prank may have went too far, but he seemed all the better for it, so it all worked out in the end.

And besides, all of her subordinates were either in on the plan, or hated other magicians in Qlippoth, calling them pretentious asshats because they had a Lucifuge devil managing them.

Or they hated the devils of Qlippoth as they looked down on basically everybody who wasn't a devil and sworn to Rizevim. And if you were missing either of those two qualities, you were scum in their eyes, and even with those qualities, those weaker or less helpful to Lucifer's Son, or didn't carry the ur-example of a devil nepobaby, were also looked down upon.

Truly, even if they were all on the 'same' side, Hexennacht, Nilrem and Qlippoth all disliked each other. Allies of convenience really.

With the erasure of all negative energy at the Witches Night HQ, there was a renewed sense of curiosity toward magic, that Walburga's magicians hadn't had since she form their group after her mentor died.

At first it was a gathering of the angry and the discarded, but they had no direction, nor any zest for life.

Now they had one.

To the Apocalypse. To the down fall of the Great Red.

After all, how else do they shake up the world?

If one wants to be great, if one wishes to change themselves and the stain of failure and rejection, what else is better than to have a goal to large, so grand, that it's fulfillment, even by proximity elevates you.

At least, that was Satanael's words for her magicians before they left. It was a good speech.

Walburga told them a different one, it was—"

"Walburga." Ophis appeared holding out a blond dhampir toward the Purple Flame Witch like one hands a gift basket they're indifferent to.

"WAAAH! Lady Void!" Walburga may have been startled enough to jump at seeing the Infinite Dragon God just appear in front of her, in the middle of Qlippoth HQ without any warning.

"Here. Keep her safe till Caleb is done. Later."

Valerie was dropped.

"Ow!"

And Ophis vanished.

Walburga smiled. Not her usually carefree or confident smile, but she smiled because she had no idea what the hell to do since...

"Isn't that the Sephiroth Graal?" Asked one of Nilrem's magicians, pointing at Valerie.

"Wait... the Ouroboros Dragon is with that Dragon Slayer, so she's our enemy—"

Bam.

"Not enemy! Just opposition."

Said a devil of Qlippoth, only for his superior, or friend to dope slap them at the back of the head.

"Right, right. Point is they're with that Dragon Slayer, so why's she so familiar with the Leader of Hexennacht?"

Walburga look around, and met the eyes of her subordinate magicians. She shrugged.

"Welp, revolution time."

Walburga snapped her fingers and purple flames exploded through out many of all the locations and buildings of Qlippoth HQ of the pocket dimension they were in—except for where Crom Cruach was staying.

The Magicians of Hexennacht ran around, in glee, giggling, laughing, sharing in their leader's excited merriment as they fought their rival Magicians of Nilrem and their bitterly despised former allies of Qlippoth who used to demean them.

"WHY?" Shouted one of the Rizevim loyalist devils as he burned.

Walburga grinned and spoke out, for her new enemies and for her minion, repeat her speech to them once more.

"The Apocalypse is a word that means 'the lifting of the veil', a truth being revealed upon the world. And that is what we of Hexennacht now want! The world has been mired by so many veils by so many factions that it's a dark trash heap of a world not worth watching anymore.

"Thus we want a Revelation! And we will follow the only one that can bring it forth, not the Old Satan Faction, not their sorry offshoots, but by Caleb Gunnar! The Dragon Slayer Destined to Fell the Great Red! Who will bring forth the days of Revelations AND WE WILL WITNESS THE DAWN BEYOND THE APOCALYPSE!"

Walburga shouted, she laughed, she called forth her purple flames as Incinerate Anthem blaze more brightly that she ever used it before.

===x===

The magical spherical barrier shattered to show an Evil Dragon, obviously.

In terms of form, one could consider it normal and expected of what a dragon would look like. No unusual design, or extra limbs, or misshapen head or limbs. It exuded power as normal and expected of a dragon.

Yet, in details, in it's scales, in his Dragon Aura, in it's mind and soul, it was wrong.

Every scale was sharpened and jagged, with a weight that should be possible. All the scales that make up this Chimeric Evil Dragon seemed to form his whole body as though he was sculpted from a mold.

The scales should have been black, yet they all have a orange heated coloring to them.

And that's because this Evil Dragon's soul, or amalgamation of souls were burning him from the inside out.

From the center of his chest, a blazing orange furnace could be seem. And from that and the Evil Dragon's whole body and presence their Dragon Aura was constantly erupting.

His power constantly exploding outward, unable to be contained within his own body.

The land around him was already cratering from the constant explosion.

And I knew this was the Chimeric Evil Dragon's normal state, not one where he was active with this ability. Fire was constantly escaping from any crack between scales. It could not open its glowing mouth without flame escaping.

It's body, it's scales might as well be a cage to this constantly erupting Dragon Aura. If there this dragon reminded me of anyone, it would be Ash Beast from Worm. Except Ash Beast wasn't aware of his surroundings.

The Chimeric Evil Dragon's eyes were focused on me with unadulterated fury.

"Ho? This is surprising." Aži Dahāka said, holding the chin of his central head in pleasant intrigue. "It seems that one soul managed to claw its way into command of the mind. The soul of one Maris Tepes." All three mouths grinned. "It seems his immediate hate of you for ruining everything he ever build aided with that. Then again, the immortality that was bestowed upon him by the Grail might have also aided this.

"Very well, I suppose as this dragon's creator I should bestow a name upon it, and as you have taken the seat of primacy of the soul of his creature, Marius, I shall grant it your name. You are no longer Marius Tepes, fail scion of a worthless destroyed Vampire Royal House.

"You are now Marius Rahab, the Paroxysm Pyroclasm Dragon." Aži Dahāka declared.

And Marius Rahab answered in roar of pure hatred.

Maris Rahab exploded into motion. That was not a metaphor.

It as the Burning Evil Dragon blew up and displaced himself from his location that I realized two things.

The first is that Rahab was in constant Outrage Mode, and I don't think he can get out of that state. There is no calm state for this Evil Dragon.

The second was about Marius' soul and Rahab's explosions.

From what I recall of canon, and what I could now see and feel, Marius Tepes was given a form of immortality where if even a single piece of his soul was left, he would always reform. That effect seemed to have now extended to the whole of the amalgamation of souls that is Marius Rahab.

Rahab is constantly erupting and gashing out energy in the form of those explosions, and doing so passively. Actively, it goes full throttle. It doesn't just use its Dragon Aura.

It burns up one of its souls to fuel it's explosion. Which is immediately regenerated by Marius Tepes' immortality.

Marius Rahab didn't punch me. It didn't manage to due to it's frenzy in just attacking me.

Rather, even while knowing it's intention, even while predicting and anticipating its movement, it rammed into me.

I couldn't even move, as in that one moment, not only did Future Gasper try his Time Stop fuckery, but Ladon seemed to finally lock in. Future Gasper's Time Stop hit my Elan skin armor as usual, but even when breaking out of it while remaking my energy armor, I couldn't move, feeling myself in slow motion, as though moving through mud.

Space was boxed around me to enforce the effect of time slowing. Every movement between one step and the next was a thousand miles, and thus no matter how fast I ran, I wasn't moving much in space, thus the added time slowness, just further ensured I mostly stay in place.

At the last moment, I put everything into defense, and instinctively found myself immitating Rahab's energy shell explosion to cancel out his own bursting energy, along with some kinetic energy manipulation to divert his impact as much as I can.

BOOM!

Even with all that. Even with all that, the counter body aura explosion, Tenkai, Elan armor, and kinetic energy manipulation, the impact rattled my body and brain within my skull.

I slammed into the ground several blocks away, feeling some internal bleeding, and my limbs broken and angled in wrong ways.

I focused on healing, on taking negative energy and changing it into healing energy and immediately ran into a problem.

I don't have enough time. I can't instantaneously heal everything like the Holy Cross Blessing can do. I wasn't that fast yet.

I can try to do an all-encompassing healing, but it will be slow. Too slow for this high speed battle. I have to prioritize.

I felt when Rahab moved again.

SKELETAL STRUCTURE!

I swung my Aura Construct sword and met his torso—Oh, he corrected his punch.

BOOM!

My arm was blasted away from my body as I was blown back, a mile or so away from Rahab. A distant part of my mind said that Future Gasper still didn't leave Apophis' shadow.

Damn, what more do you need to come for the 'finishing blow'? Right, he can't be visible while doing it, so it has to be a moment, when everything is obscured and only I would see him. He's probably try to even avoid even me seeing him.

Very well, better focus on the exploding dragon then.

I just need some breathing room. Meaning I need to actually move and maneuver how I want.

Legs where thankfully find, beyond superficial damage of some bone fractures, already healing. Another burst of healing energy and I fixed the internal damage inside me.

Rahab was going to move again.

I accelerated my mind.

What to do? How to fix this?

Attack him to hurt him and gain some space? His body is too tough. Literally the strength of ten thousand dragons, and I don't think he can feel pain anymore, or what he's constantly in cancels out any pain I can inflict on him.

It idly occurred to me that Aži Dahāka created a Heavenly Dragon, but odds are something will have to give soon. The price, even with everything that went into this, wasn't enough. Just not soon enough sadly.

Soru is moving me even through the heavy gravity and slowed time, but not enough, and with space expanded on just me, so every step requires much more time and distance to cross, I need something faster than Soru.

But how? Increasing the number of kicks isn't gonna have that much of a bigger effect, and now I actually have to worry about the stamina cost without Heroic Second Wind working.

The exploding punched arrived.

I stopped thinking.

I only realized I dodged, after getting hit by the wind and shockwaves, that didn't do much due to all my defensive abilities and durability, beyond blowing me away.

"Hinokami Kagura," I whispered as I realized what I did. "Fake Rainbow." My mind immediately replayed what I did.

A burst of energy exploded within me, in a direct, precise way direction toward my legs. My muscles which have been trained to coil and tighten to the maximum degree due to employing Tenkai, and from breaking down and rebuild many times by my own actions and damage sustained, then healed by Heroic Second Wind, all lead to muscles that can withstand the maximum amount of energy I can pump into them, as they explode with instant power when needed.

Vibrate the muscles while flooding the limb with Elan, then take that vibrations and energy and burst them into movement.

An initial burst of movement so quick, that it was enough to avoid Rahab's fist.

My single action wasn't enough to clear distance, because the capability of me just running normally wasn't enough.

But what if my single act of a dash or a lunge was fast or strong enough?

It's the Super Saiyan problem. Having a fifty times multiplier is alluring, but it's worthless if the base being multiplied by, was so little.

That was the problem Soru faced. My own normal speed wasn't enough, so even multiplied, I couldn't escape the spacetime trap.

Ladon seems to sweat, so I don't think this pressure he's putting me under is something sustainable. But for the Evil Dragons that's not a problem. It just needs to be sustainable long enough.

I'm not gonna give them that.

I realized what I just did to manage to do Fake Rainbow in time. The was Sonido. A movement technique from Bleach.

Fuck, why did I forget one of the GOATs and their techniques?

Because it's a species specific technique. Except it doesn't have to be, if you know the theory.

Shunpo was about gather energy at the sole of the foot and burst it out when one moved, to add a burst of speed to one's movement.

Sonido was vibrating the muscles with spirit pressure, then use that vibration for a burst of movement.

Hirenkyaku was about making a platform under the feet to move for you. Skate you to your destination.

Bringer Light was about manipulating the environment so the ground moved for you to propel you forward.

In theory they are all doable in actions by just substituting Reiryuku for Elan. In fact, you could combine them into one movement technique by doing all four.

But it would be distracting for anyone doing them as they would be doing too much at once.

I can do it.

Thought Acceleration and I should have the time to do them. I'm using one energy and I don't need to worry about which environment is better from which technique, like with Hirenkyaku needing more ambient spirit energy, and Bringer Light needing real world material.

I'd have to use mana for Bringer Light, but everything else can be done by Elan. In fact I don't even need Hirenkyaku until I complete a dashing motion. So it's only Shunpo and Sonido for the moment.

In the back of my mind, the Holy Chalice Blessing—I need a name for it, something that also follows narrative tropes. Mental World? ...No, doesn't really fit—was analyzing Ladon's soul, and how his Dragon Aura worked and shaped this barrier. There was also all the magicians and devils fighting each other in the background for some reason. I could hear their loud thoughts.

"Traitors!"

"Worthless allies!"

"Which humans are on my side, which humans are the enemy now?"

"Lady Walburga has gone mad! Mad! Well, more mad than she usually was."

"Dammit, those Hexennacht Magicians went insane for no reason, crying about wanting the Apocalypse all of a sudden! Bitch are you saying we're not cool enough anymore!"

"Why all the mad bitches gotta be hot though, dammit!?"

"For Lady Walburga! For Lord Caleb!"

"Well if we're now going for the end of the world route, I HAVE SO MANY NEAR SUICIDAL SPELLS TO TRY OUT!"

"I'm gonna teleport ice cube into so many rectums!"

Okay, that went from coherent to batshit insane, I guess I got a general idea of what happen, and of who are on the dragon or Rizevim's side, and who are on mine. Although from the thoughts of the Hexennacht Magicians, did I really pick the right allies."

Rahab moved. Fist coming closer. No time to think.

Sonido (vibrations and energy running down my legs), into Shunpo (in the same violent step, make elan explode under my sole to push forward), and add Soru.

One whole process.

BOOM!

I was behind Rahabn untouched.

Finished healing body. Arm regeneration left.

Rahab spun, trying to slash me with a tail attack.

Once more. Sonido into Shunpo into Soru (need a name for this technique), and ran away before gravity could stop me.

I read enough of it then, finally understanding it, as through the Holy Chalice Blessing (Call it, Another Dimension? ...Doesn't really fit) I read his soul making a barrier that affect specific rules within nature, and through that read how his Dragon Aura within this barrier space and time.

I finally began to see how Time and Space could be affected, manipulated. I can't do it yet, but I can take control of the altered Time or Space and...flatten out that energy. Return Time and Space to their natural state again. Or just Time, I can withstand any increase in Gravity, Ladon makes.

No. If I reveal I can affect Time, Future Gasper will definitely decide to retreat and I may lose the chance to end him.

Space then. No matter how much they slow down time, I'll overcome it.

Rahab exploded, moved, he was on me again. He was getting better at trying to hit me. Still flailing like an animal, but an animal that can aim.

A defense. I needed something to start fighting back.

Aži Dahāka's double layered barrier. Reversal and Reflect.

I can recreate Reflect just fine, but Reversal—

The Holy Chalice Blessing shined and showed it. It reverberate back through my memories, explaining phenomena I experienced with my current analysis power, as I looked back at them.

I knew what Reverse Magic was.

And I know why all my strength was turned into nothing when I attacked Aži Dahāka that one time. He turned all kinetic energy in my punch to potential energy, and made the rest, the heat, electricity and magical impact be reflected.

Alright, let's do that too.

Rahab's giant exploding fist approached.

I pulled mine back as well, readied my magic, Reversal on kinetic energy, and Reflect for everything else in one barrier upon my hand.

I punched forward meeting his assault.

BOOM!

Rahab screamed in pain, as though experiencing it for the first time. It's arm exploded back as it's whole body was blown back from the impact.

Even I felt myself pushed back, as I couldn't stop all his force. But the biggest issue was that, this one defensive maneuver took out half my mana reserves. Not gonna be able to pull it off again for a while.

"Hey, look you flaming asshole, we match." I showed off my stump just before I pumped my healing energy into it, quickly remaking my arm and hand becoming whole once more. "Welp, not anymore."

Rahab roared as it's soul regeneration extended to it's body, so it started healing the damage just as quickly as I did.

However due to the Holy Chalice Blessing, I finally figured out the price of Marius Rahab's power.

His Life Force.

This dragon will be lucky to last a year. The structure of his soul and all that constant generated erupting power can't last forever. Not only that but Marius Rahab can't have a true identity and ego to pursue something of it's own will and ambition. Aži Dahāka made sure of that. It's just an angry monster that can be directed at a problem.

As Marius Rahab prepared itself to attack me again, I dashed away and used my last bit of healing energy to fixed up any damage left on me, and get back to a 100%.

Now time to attack. I remade my katana with Aura Construct.

BOOM!

Rahab lunged at me.

BOOM!

Only to create another to appear behind me.

Ladon focused on locking me in place. Right, time to fix that.

I grabbed extended my mana to the space of the barrier, grabbed at the energy that manipulated and altered space and gravity... and cancelled it out, returning space back to normal for me.

Rahab punched the ground, it was like a bomb that could have flattened a mountain went off.

Yet for me, all of that felt like now the world was in slow motion instead of me.

"Shoot Style," I grabbed my energy blade. "Thousand Claws-Purifying Wind."

The sound of metal being hit rang out like a razor futilely failing to cut into something. My hit were like constant paper cut along his scales, that healed in the same moment they're made.

That doesn't make sense, my greatsword should have...

I looked at my hand to see an energy rendition of the Wind Hashira's sword.

"Okay, yeah no, I paid enough respect to Sanemi Shinazugawa's name. Time to do this shit for real."

The Aura Construct shined and changed to a copy of my Sacred Gear, to Gut's sword, the Dragon Slayer.

With a booming down Rahab turned and dashed at me, only for air to catch fire on my skin as I moved as well.

All of his movement had impact, but it had no control or finess. I added Hirenkyaku to my movement, the Elan skin armor acting as tactile telekinetic shell that I can use to control my body, meaning another vector on how to move and speed up, and now, it felt as if no amount of time control by Ladon could affect me.

I was moving faster than the eye could perceive, thus faster than Ladon or Future Gasper could notice to compound their powers or time control effects on me.

A name came to mind at combining Soru, Shunpo, Sonido and Hirenkyaku. Divine Step.

I didn't have time to make it fancy. I'd have added Bringer Light, but I felt I should reserve mana for now.

With control over kinetic energy, and Reverse Magic, I could redirect Rahab's force while battling him.

I met his punch with my energy greatsword head on, I felt the impact pass through my blade, instantly seized control, letting it flow through me, like I first did to counter Crom Cruach before managing to reach his level of strength, and added that power to the force of my swing.

BAAM!

Rahab's punch and my greatsword repelled each other. The Exploding Evil Dragon was confused that somehow it's charge was pushed back, and in it's confusion it only grew more angry.

It exploded into movement, trying to punch again, but now I was meeting its every hit and repelling it, the Dragon Slaying Aura Sword biting into its hand, its being every single time. Even if it healed the damage, it was now consistently getting hurt.

Outside the barrier a frustrated Aži Dahāka and a serious and contemplative Aphopis watched the battle.

"Three exchanges." Apophis noted.

"What?"

"In the span of a single breath, after three exchanges, the Dragon Slayer went from being overwhelmed to managing a defense to now being equal to your masterpiece." Apophis turned his head toward the Diabolism Thousand Dragon. "That is not in any way normal or a rational sequence of events. Pull back Rahab lest you lose your toy. It's time I take the field myself and deal with this personally. This is no longer an opponent we can afford to negotiate with. We can't afford Caleb Gunnar to live for long."

"No." Aži Dahāka gritted his teeth. "My creation isn't done yet. I have yet to extract all that I can from it." The Three-Headed Dragon then grinned. "Besides, the Soul Enchantment is complete."

The magic sphere spinning and rotating with magic formulas containing Orochi's soul shined and dropped into Ladon's spacetime barrier.

The moment it crossed the orange barrier, the soul sphere began letting loose gas color black and dark blue, the same as Orochi's soul.

It was a continuous spell given form, shaped and powered by Orochi's soul.

The gas pouring from the magic sphere, quickly spread to fill up the Time Dilation Barrier. Clouds filled the sky of the barrier, pouring poisoned rain. What water within the barrier touched by the magic gas turned to poison, and the ground touch by the gas turned muddy and poisonous.

Everything the gas touched—The spell using Orochi's soul was transforming the location within the barrier to a poisonous world aimed to weaken and kill those within it.

My clashes with Rahab and his explosion didn't push the poison cloud away, but rather spread it, just speeding up filling the barrier with the poison air.

Breathing became a danger, and now any healing energy I generated I had to constantly use up to cancel out the poison. Meaning I can't afford to take damage.

Rahab punched with the force of Tambora volcano eruption, I Divine Stepped passed the giant limb, headed right for the Evil Dragon's chest and thrust my energy greatsword.

Fuck it, gianter sword for a giant dragon.

I added more Dragon Slaying Aura to the Aura Construct, keeping the shape but kept making it bigger and bigger.

The sword that pierce through Marius Rahab's chest was the size of a skyscraper.

The Evil Dragon roared as it was thrown back, and finally pinned down in place.

I could feel my Dragon Slaying Aura Sword constantly taking lives away from Rahab, only for the Paroxysm Pyroclasm Dragon to keep regenerating them.

Fuck it, time to go Gilgamesh.

"Gate of Babylon! Replica!"

Hundreds, then thousands of Aura Sword were made and launched at the downed Rahab, piercing through its flesh, taking more and more of its lives, yet the damage was never permanent and never enough overwhelm its healing.

"God dammit, regenerators are so fucking annoying to fight." I said out loud.

"YOU DAMN HYPOCRITE!" Ladon shouted in comical frustration.

I remade Dragon Slayer and slashed at the downed Rahab.

Shoot Style. Wind Breathing attacks. None of it stuck permanently. Dragon Smash destroyed a good bit of the body, but I can't keep the beam continuously, as that starting zapping at my energy and stamina.

"It seems you're finally at a stalemate, Slayer." Apophis said.

"HAHAHAHA! Even with all your might, you can not put down my greatest creation. Give up, Caleb Gunnar." Aži Dahāka bragged.

Ladon seemed to be panting but able to keep going for now. He tried to help Rahab escape the energy swords pinning him down with space manipulation, so I took that effect with mana control, and just increased the gravity on Rahab, to keep him in place.

"W-What?" Ladon paled.

As far as my Holy Chalice Blessing was telling me the problem was threefold. The individual souls that make up Rahab, each count as a life, in its lifestocks that need to be depleted.

Then there was the connection all the souls have to each other to be able to bring any of the missing souls back.

There there was the overall structure of the soul amalgamation keeping everything together, that also held the immortality effect, so every if I eliminate the first two issues, as long as a single piece of the overall soul was left, it would reform everything else back to its original shape.

Speed isn't enough. Any attack I make just isn't fast enough, especially since I can't cancel out the time slowness on me, without giving the game away to Future Gasper.

"Three problems. Three directions." And suddenly it came to me. "Three... hahahahaha."

"You... what are you laughing about." Aži Dahāka said warily.

"Hey, wanna hear a story?" I grinned at the Heavenly Dragons outside the barrier. I didn't wait for their permission and began. "There once was a farmer up one some mountains. He had a problem with his farm, in that every day a swallow would come and ruin some of his crops with it's meddling and wanting to eat." I took a familiar stance, that I've watched many times before, stepping back and facing Rahab with my side, while holding my greatsword next to my head, parallel to the ground.

"He took up a sword to try and kill the annoying swallow, but it easily evading him, always out of reach. So he kept getting longer and longer swords to reach the swallow when it flew low toward his farm." I used my mana to shape the effect I needed for a spell. I would use it in tandem with my slash. Magic and sword together. "The blade he settled one was considered so long, it might as well be a washing pole. Once he found a blade long enough, he faced a new problem, the swallow was evasive. If he attacked it from the right, it would swerve left. If he attacked from the left or directly from the stop, it would swerve in a different direction.

"Thus he training everyday. He trained hard to be faster. Faster and faster he swung his sword, till he could produce two slashes in quick succession. Of course it wasn't enough, for the swallow was agile and swift, able to change directions on the dime.

"But he kept training, know that if he can make a third slash, he can box the swallow in and ensure it can't escape no matter the direction it flew in. He kept training, and training, and training. Everyday he swung his sword, uncaring of anything else, but cutting down his prey, till eventually...

"Hiken," I cast the spell with a giant grin on my face, and moved. It was as if there were three images of me overlapping, that moved at once. "Tsubame Gaeshi!"

Three Dragon Smashes materialized at the same instant, at the same moment attacking all three aspects of Rahab's soul at once.

The pinned Evil Dragon roared, this time from fear as it felt true death approach for the first time.

The damage it took this time, took longer to heal just a few seconds.

"No. That's impossible! You-You! That spell!" Aži Dahāka couldn't believe what he was seeing. "How did you make that? How!?"

"Fuck you that's how. Hiken!" I took a stance again, this time holding the sword up pointing to the sky, holding it over my shoulder. Using the standard Tsubame Gaeshi stance was killer on the arms with a Dragon Slayer.

"STOP!" Aži Dahāka shouted in disbelief.

I swung, and this time I added Heracles' Shoot Styles and Wind Energy into the attack.

"Three Million Worlds!"

I attacked everything that was Rahab, targeting his soul, with any damage on the body being collateral damage.

Over and over and over again, Rahab's soul kept healing as it took damage, yet the damage began to push back against it.

DPS that was overwhelming the auto-regen in video game terms.

I felt my own body hurt and fracture from keeping up the slashes. I said 'Three Million' but I wasn't sure on the number. I didn't count as it wasn't important, just that I need to defeat this monster.

Yet I also felt the Orochi poison cloud sweep into my body, forcing me to use any healing energy I generated on that, rather than my own body.

The unintended self inflicted damage kept piling up, over and over, till finally.

"Ha... ha... ha... Tsk. Damn. Still not enough." I panted as my slashes were over, yet Rahab wasn't dead.

The Exploding Dragon was crying and wailing in pain, still pinned by my energy swords. It's soul almost completely pulverized, yet held on by a thread, that it had one lifestock left.

And from that the soul regeneration exploded into overdrive, as it began to reform its stockpile of souls and their connections while forming them.

In a minute or so, it would regenerate its soul back to full form.

And me? My mana was nearly depleted. My natural healing was too slow to fix my body up to do this attack again, before Rahab was back to full health.

"Fuck it. One more time anyways." I held up my energy sword up as I took my stance again and spun my mana.

"Like I'd let you!" Aži Dahāka thrust his hand forward. It seemed like he was planning on pulling back Marius Rahab, breaking down his body to retake his soul and reform him later.

Guess he got attached to his masterpiece. But I was faster.

At least I intended to be.

But what happened next took both me and the Evil Dragon's by surprise.

"MIIIINE!"

The dragon I forgot, the one that hide itself by staying dead so I'd ignore it returned.

Niðhöggr reformed instantly right next to the downed Rahab, and bit down right into its chest.

"ALL THAT POWER! THAT ABILITY! IT'S MEANT FOR MEEEEE!" Niðhöggr roared as he ripped into the screaming Marius Rahab's chest devouring its heart.

And then began eating the rest of Paroxysm Pyroclasm Dragon alive.

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AN: Burn Me to the Ground AMV for people to watch after chapter if they'd life.

There are three beings in zalgoo text. Most of them is the Dio Cosplayer Twink.

Good god this is a chunky one.