The Dragon’s Victory
Blood sprayed out of the Crimson Valkyrie's two arms as Rey ripped them out in an instant.
Without both hands and a head, the colossal thing was pretty much done for.
He used [Greater Corrosion] on the blood-red hands so they would never return to the Blood User.
If it wanted to regenerate its body, then there were two options.
'Spread out the condensed blood and lose durability, or reduce the mass and maintain it.'
Unsurprisingly, the opponent chose the latter option.
Blood gathered in the damaged regions as the Valkyrie flew a considerable distance from Dragon Rey.
The Crimson Valkyrie was now about eleven or so meters tall, with its body seemingly as good as new.
"You beast!" He heard Phobio's voice echo from within the massive thing,
"I'LL KILL YOU! I'VE KILLED DRAGONS BEFORE!"
Rey sighed and shook his head.
'I'm sure now. These guys haven't killed any strong Dragons.'
Their Stats were nice, but a joke compared to a Dragon Commander's
'And I'm stronger than a Dragon Commander, so…'
There was no need to even respond, so Rey simply waited for the Valkyrie to attack before he finished it off.
The colossal thing stood at a distance, instead forming several projectiles from blood.
'Yeah… sure. That would only reduce your size. Go ahead, though.' Rey nearly rolled his eyes when he saw this.
Phobio had to have figured out how useless it was to attack him in close-range. So he chose a long-range battle.
For Rey, though, they were one and the same.
~FWOOSH!~
Like several arrows cutting through the wind to reach their targets, so too did the blood spikes rush in Rey's direction.
However, by merely activating [Absolute Perfect Defense], the moment the blood touched the barrier around him… it vaporized.
Every spike was reduced to dust.
"W-sha—?!"
Before the fool behind his 10-meter crimson avatar could say any more, Rey had closed the distance between himself and the crimson entity.
He could have used Spatial Magic, but merely relying on his speed was more than enough.
The moment he became a blur and appeared before a Phobio, the man tried to make his Valkyrie do the work for him.
However, four blades appeared out of nowhere, thanks to Rey's [Greater Enchanted Weapon Summon], and cut through the Valkyrie's four limbs.
Once again, the being before him was subjugated so easily.
… Too easily.
Rey, of course, ensured to disintegrate all the blood he laid eyes
Screams appeared from within the Valkyrie, as if it was Phobio's limbs that were cut off.
"Don't be a wuss." Rey muttered, giving the Crimson Valkyrie—at least, what was left of it—a good shoulder chop.
~BOOOOM!~
The thing fell to the ground at an abnormal rate and shattered the earth the moment it landed.
Right as it tried to get up, Rey descended from his heights and stepped on it.
~BOOOOOOOM!~
As more echoes of destruction radiated all around, blasts of the ensuing conflict filled the air.
More blood was stripped from the once mighty construct, and its inadequate power lessened every time.
In no time at all… it was no longer a mighty ring of unparalleled power.
It was merely Phobio donning the crimson armor as if he wore a certain kind of exoskeleton suit.
'He looks so cheesy.' Rey thought to himself as he cracked a smile.
Phobio saw this and had a frustrated look on his face. Despite how badly he had lost, the fool simply failed to accept it.
"Y-You…" He stepped forward, approaching Rey's fifteen-meter plus Dragon Form.
"… I'm not scared of y—!"
Before Phobio could complete his statement, Rey did a finger-flick.
Instantly, the pressure shattered the final shred of armor that shrouded him; as well as the robe and sandals that he previously wore.
It was a miracle that his skin was still hanging tight to his body after everything was ripped off by Rey's pressure.
"A-ahh…"
Rey felt awkward seeing his enemy—a grown man—naked.
He would have covered his eyes, but that wasn't a very smart choice on a battlefield.
As a result, he kept his eyes peeled.
'This is probably the perfect time to turn back.'
*******
'H-how…?'
Phobio was barely standing on the ground, his legs too tired—
as well as frightened—to move a single inch.
He was sweating all over, and his so-called perfect body was filled with the salty, smelly odor of his liquid.
A trace of ammonia could be found if one took a whiff close to him.
'… How could I have lost?!'
He was so sure he could defeat this opponent.
Hadn't he beaten Dragons before? Why was this one any different?
Why… why was this Dragon so strong?!
As his naked body shivered in the cold, Phobio couldn't take it anymore.
He had to know!
"WHY ARE YOU SO—?!"
"Shut up." The moment he heard this, Phobio didn't know why he suddenly stopped speaking.
The Dragon swiftly transformed into a human, and in a flash, he was right in front of him.
"Kneel."
A sudden echo surged within Phobio's brain, and he suddenly found himself on the ground.
"Bow."
Phobio's trembling body ate the dirt as he prostrated himself before the overwhelming night of the almighty.
The pressure was overwhelming.
"You're too pathetic to even kill." The words of the Dragon echoed in his ears.
Phobio didn't know why he felt happy to hear that.
Perhaps he simply didn't want to die.
"You killed every other occupant of this place, right?"
Phobio nodded profusely, not minding that he was bashing his head on the rock-hard ground.
"Then… if I spare you, will you return here?"
His long hair swayed as they swept up the dirt and dust around.
He had become nothing but a filthy mongrel—the same kind that he usually discriminated against.
"Then leave my sight. I'll be taking over this territory now."
As the harsh words of the Dragon echoed in the air, Phobio felt a pressure lift off him.
He slowly rose to his feet, trembling as he stole one final stare at the entity before him. He couldn't even look him in eye.
"Y-yes… I-I u-u-u-understand…!"
Phobio was miserable, bleeding, and naked. He didn't have anything with him, and the closest thing to civilization was miles off.
But, at the very least… he was alive.
That was all that mattered!