Chapter 147
Chapter 147:
The air was thick with tension, the weight of the failed mission, her failed plan, her bringing her friends into danger with her overconfidence pressing down on every fiber of Meiyo's being. The Hydra's golden eyes gleamed in the dim light of the throne room, unblinking, unbothered, almost… amused. Like this entire encounter was nothing but a game to him.
Meiyo's breathing was steady, calculated. But her mind? It was racing. She had known the moment they stepped into this castle that something was wrong, but this? This was worse than anything she could have anticipated.
She should have know that Maou-Sama would not be as easily beaten as she planned.
What was she thinking if Shin-Sama could not defeat Maou-Sama then how could they mere heirs.
This was her fault.
She got her friends
she got her brother
and more importantly she got her Hakashi-kun in this mess.
So she had to do something.
And what was that soemthing get them out.
After all if that disgracful beast Noboru can almost kill Maou-Sama who's above dimensionality itself along with the founding king Shin-Sama and his brother who were equally as strong to the point they needed to seal him in a prison with a forbidden technique then she should be able to beat this damn pet Hydra of Maou-Sama
However as kuch as she hated to admit it.
The Hydra was toying with them. He wasn't even trying.
Her fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into the flesh of her palms as she pushed all unnecessary thoughts aside. Focus. Focus. Focus.
Her eyes, once purely crimson, had shifted into something deeper—golden with flecks of blue, a piercing radiance that had never been there before. She didn't notice. She didn't have time to. But the Hydra did.
"My My Little princess. I am Curious. You have my curiosity," the Hydra mused, his middle head tilting slightly as he observed her. "You, child, are different."
Meiyo didn't respond. She moved.
Mana surged through her body, Omni Energy already converted into pure magic. Her 5th dimensional magic, strength speed and everything buffed by the Sy Hawk to 12th dimensional level Her entire form blurred, vanishing from sight for an instant before reappearing directly above the Hydra, magic circles forming mid-air beneath her feet, boosting her forward like platforms of light.
Her blade—formed entirely of condensed energy—flashed as she brought it down in a clean arc, slicing toward one of the Hydra's seven heads.
A direct hit.
Or so she thought.
The moment her blade connected, an earsplitting clang echoed through the air, a shockwave rippling outward from the impact.
The Hydra hadn't moved.
However irs scale was pierced.
Not to the scale where it would be a threat but to a point where her attack ws considered 12th dimensional anything less even an 11th dimensional attack would be mere fiction.
Meiyo's strike had landed—her magic-enhanced blade colliding with his obsidian scales—yet there was but a a scratch.
Her eyes widened. Impossible.
The Hydra's lips curled into a grin. "Oh, that hurt a little."
With a lazy flick of his tail, the entire space distorted. A rush of force slammed into Meiyo before she could react, sending her hurtling backward, crashing through the pillars of the throne room.
Stone shattered, the sheer force of her impact sending tremors through the castle's foundation. Dust filled her lungs, her vision momentarily flickering, her body screaming in protest.
She gritted her teeth, forcing herself up. Her fingers dug into the cracked floor, pushing past the pain.
She could hear it. The Hydra's laughter.
No. I won't lose here.
Mana surged again, golden-red magic circles forming instantly beneath her. Her body flickered, vanishing in a burst of speed.
This time, she moved unpredictably.
She zigzagged mid-air, magic circles materializing beneath her feet as she propelled herself in random, rapid directions, never staying still for more than a fraction of a second.
The Hydra's heads followed her movements, his amusement deepening. "Ah, you are an intelligent little one."
But intelligence wasn't enough.
Meiyo knew that.
She needed to break through.
Her mind worked at rapid speed, analyzing every microsecond, every failed attack, every tiny detail. The Hydra's scales were—
Thicker than anything she had ever encountered.
Dense. Compact. Almost impenetrable.
Almost.
Her eyes sharpened.
If she couldn't cut through them
since even being equal dimensionality those scales is like 3rd dimensional kitchen knife trying to cut diamond.
She would break them.
Meiyo's magic flared. This time, she didn't aim for a clean slash. She twisted mid-air, gathering momentum, her blade shifting—its energy fluctuating, condensing, changing form.
Her blade of magic flickered—no, it shrank, growing thinner, sharper, the very molecules compressing under the sheer pressure of her will.
She wasn't trying to cut anymore.
She was trying to shatter.
She shot forward, faster than before, pushing beyond her own limits.
And—
CRACK.
The Hydra's eyes widened ever so slightly as a faint line formed across one of his scales.
For the first time—something had broken.
Silence.
The Hydra blinked.
Then—
He laughed.
"Fascinating," he rumbled, his seven heads all focusing on her now. "You are weaker than me. Far, far weaker than me. Even with whatever you are using to temproarily become 12th dimensional"
His grin widened.
"And yet, you can hurt me."
Meiyo landed, her breathing ragged, her blade still glowing in her grip. She knew. She knew she couldn't win this fight alone. But she could do something more important.
She could make this monster take her seriously.
She steadied herself, ignoring the burning in her limbs, the exhaustion creeping into her body.
The Hydra hummed, amusement flickering in his golden eyes. "Interesting. you have the power of A mere pest-class beast of the 12th dimension… and yet, you hold intelligence beyond what a Sky Hawk should."
Meiyo's breath hitched.
Pest-class?
Aky hawk?
What was he talking about?
Noboru was the Sky Hawk and Lava Dire Wolf combined she and Kouki were normal.
No matter that.
Was that all she was to him?
No.
Fuck him.
And Fuck his statement.
The Hydra was trying to confuse her.
Her jaw clenched. "Shut up and fight."
The Hydra grinned. "Oh, I will."
And then—
Everything changed.
The Hydra moved.
No. He didn't move.
He ceased being in one place and simply existed in another, his massive form reappearing in an instant right before her.
Meiyo's pupils dilated— No time to react—
A single swipe.
Pain.
White-hot, blinding pain.
She barely had time to register the claw tearing through her before she was sent flying—her leg pierced straight through, blood spilling into the air as her body slammed into the farthest wall of the throne room with a sickening crack.
She screamed.
Not just from pain.
From anger. From humiliation.
She hit the ground, hard, her leg completely mangled, the bone exposed, blood pooling beneath her.
The Hydra exhaled in satisfaction, his grin never fading.
"Now that," he mused, "was fun."
Meiyo's vision blurred, her breath uneven. Her fingers twitched against the cold stone. She tried to move. She couldn't.
No.
No.
No.
She refused to go down like this.
She refused.
But the pain—
It was too much.
Her head tilted slightly, her gaze flickering toward the others—toward Kouki.
He had been watching.
And he had snapped.
Kouki's entire body trembled, his golden-crimson aura warping into something wild, uncontrollable. His breathing was ragged, his fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped from his palms.
His sister.
His pride.
His everything.
Was in agony.
And that was unacceptable.
A growl rumbled deep in his throat, his vision tinted red, his mind clouded with something darker, something ancient.
Something that wasn't his.
And yet, it was.
Fire surged through his veins, but it was different from before. It wasn't just his Phoenix Aura—it was something primal, something raw.
His Eye turned into that of a wolf with Lava style slits.
Something hungry.
The Hydra's golden eyes flickered toward him, intrigued.
And then—
He grinned.
"Oh other one awakens his power… this is going to be interesting."