First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1118 - Capítulo 1118: Spin Back
Capítulo 1118: Spin Back
Time is strange in the nightmare realm. It flows very differently, and at the same time, not at all.
The effect on the body varies depending on whether the person has yet to reach physical maturity.
It comes with a fifty-fifty chance. Either one ages in reverse, or they age very rapidly.
Nevi’im and elder horrors are both natural shapeshifters, so they would not be permanently stuck with whatever form the realm forced them into.
Provided that they ever escaped, of course.
“There’s progress! Hit him again!”
Straga spread both of his legs in a wide stance.
He kept his arms tucked at his waist and channeled power into his flexed muscles.
The tattoos along his body began to turn a visible golden color.
It took a long time for him to summon the necessary amount of power.
When he was at his apex, his form was almost indistinguishable from a golden sun.
“You’re stealing my whole shtick!”
“IS NOW REALLY THE TIME FOR YOU TO BE COMPLAINING ABOUT THIS?!”
“We’re already in hell, we might as well have some god damned individuality around here!”
“Apophis!”
“Fine, shit!”
Embers flickered past Straga’s vision.
He glanced at his side and found Monica locked in his very same pose.
The heat coming off of her was so astronomically high that even Straga felt a few of his hairs get singed.
“I’m done! I can’t hold on anymore!”
“Go for it! We’ll let it go together!”
Roaring, the couple threw out their fists in unison, and a great and devastating power shot out.
Their powers worked in terrible harmony.
As Straga’s destruction eroded the ever-changing flesh of Azathoth, Monica’s flames scorched the remnants of flesh to hopefully inhibit his regeneration.
Their blow was the most effective so far.
A large crater was burned into the side of Azathoth’s body. The creature let out it’s clearest roar of pain yet.
Monica was sweating profusely. She leaned on Straga’s body for support.
“If you guys say something like- ‘look what the power of our love can do’ I promise I am going to throw myself in the next blast that comes.”
“I feel similarly.”
Monica was unfazed by Stheno and Belloc. She smiled cheekily. “The power of-”
Azathoth roared, and suddenly the world seemed dyed black and white.
The wound in Azathoth’s side began to fester and bubble as if it had become infected.
Pustules split open and oozed out a dark colored mucus in a grotesque display.
Apophis covered his mouth and turned away from everyone else.
“Dude. Seriously??” Straga raised a brow.
“Don’t talk to me, I’m trying to keep it down!”
“Keep what down?! We haven’t eaten in years!”
“That’s why I don’t want to find out what’s about to come up!”
Millions of smaller, less powerful explosions rocked Azathoth’s body as the army of dragons tried to preemptively end whatever metamorphosis was beginning.
The festering sludge continued to leak down Azathoth’s body like curdled milk.
As it moved, the sludge became more animated. It took on a lifelike shape and began splitting apart to take on individual forms
“It’s making horrors!!! Weapons up!!”
As the highest-ranking military official here, when Asmodeus gave an order, everyone listened.
The sound of metal being drawn all at once was fearsome. And unfortunately for everyone else, it was attention-grabbing.
The moment the army had been dreading finally occurred.
It was both sudden and slow-moving.
Gradually, all of Azathoth’s glowing red eyes opened across it’s body.
Asmodeus was overcome with dread, but he managed to stammer out a final order before everything went to hell.
“Shields up-”
The energy wave that came forward was incomparable to every one that had come before it.
A white wall of pure nothingness rushed out and blinded every dragon who attempted to peer into it.
Even Straga and his siblings had to look away, but that didn’t mean the plan they had set in motion had suddenly been taken off the table.
“You’re sure taking your time there, Gabbs!”
“Shut up, I was concentrating! This task is infinitely more difficult than throwing out a fist like some comic book character!”
“Comic book characters don’t have shit on me!”
Gabbrielle rolled her eyes.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the lights in the realm had finally been turned on permanently. It was so bright.
The soldiers inevitably uncovered their sight when the impact they had all braced themselves for never arrived.
Uncovering their faces, they found that same wall of white light stationed in front of them. Still active, but completely unmoving.
It wasn’t quite frozen in time. More like it had been confined to travel a specified, infinite space that would never reach the abyss dragons.
Everyone looked toward Gabbrielle, who looked relieved, but exhausted all the same.
“The princess has done it! Do not waste the opportunity we have been given!”
“We must not bring shame among ourselves!”
The soldiers seemed like they were about to charge in blindly, but that was when Asmodeus’ harsh barking put them firmly back in their place.
“None of you fools move! Things are only going to get harder from here on out!”
As if to prove his point, suddenly, a large inhuman hand shot out from the wall of power to grab the dragons by the fistful.
The hand was covered in thousands of eyes. All of them open and alert, all of them boiling red and dreadful.
Asmodeus did not believe that either sword or shield would seriously change the situation for those who were about to be crushed.
Their only hope lie in a final, desperate Hail Mary.
“NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE, KID!”
Asmodeus saw a flash of white shoot across his vision.
He heard the sound of metal striking something equally hard and heavy.
He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the two forces that were keeping each other at bay.
A feeling of prideful jubilation swelled in his chest.
“That’s the stuff, my girl! It was a real gamble, but we lucked out that you came after all!”
The nightmare realm is very particular. The effect it has on aging the body is split between aging and de-aging.
The entire army stared at the back of a raven-haired woman in a black outfit.
Her body was covered in tattoos from the neck down, with not a single bit of empty skin visible on her body.
Her hair was short and awkwardly cut. Almost as if it had been cut as a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Her skin was pale and jade-like. Despite the lingering traces of blood and sweat covering her from head to toe, it was clear she was a heaven-defying beauty.
She appeared to be in her mid-thirties.
Her body was lithe with subtle curves that she had intentionally shrunk to inhibit her less in a fight.
She turned her head slightly and revealed a long scar over her left eye, running from her forehead to just underneath her nose.
Asmodeus saw the glow of her red eyes staring back at him.
“Funny. I thought you all were just grateful I brought the sword.”
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Packing up was one of the few things Izanami did not understand about her new family.
It wasn’t as if they couldn’t make whatever they needed when they got to their destination. They could also teleport back and forth between home and their destination if the need arose.
From what she could tell, dragons were just very particular about the things that they liked. They didn’t do well with the thought of leaving them behind.
Izanami spent thirty minutes trying to convince Abaddon he didn’t need to bring his cigar box on a mission to subdue a dangerous enemy.
She thought her husband might’ve only heard every third word that she said. She couldn’t decide if it was because she spoke to him with an open robe, or because he was just that attached to it.
Nevertheless, she gave up her endeavor quickly after seeing how fruitless it was.
She left Abaddon’s closet and naturally passed by Audrina’s, whose space was the largest out of everyone else’s.
Nubia’s closet was like an entire warehouse, but Audrina’s was just a house.
She found the vampire swapping her gaze back and forth between two pairs of heels with a troubled look on her face.
“Need I remind you that we’re going to be fighting where we’re going?”
Audrina looked over her shoulder and smiled at Izanami beautifully.
“Need I remind you that my bewitching exterior is one of my best qualities? I must make sure it’s adorned in the proper decorations.”
“I’m not so shallow that I would think that. You will be my darling wife, whether you’re wearing a trashbag or a kimono.”
“Oh, honey… I know that. But everyone else needs to know it as well.”
Izanami couldn’t roll her eyes any harder, or they might have fallen out of their sockets.
“You look quite fashionable yourself while you’re complaining about me. Are you the only one who gets to be cute now?”
Izanami looked down at herself. She didn’t think much of her crop top, cargo pants, and sneakers.
“It took me less than two seconds to put this on. I didn’t see the need to dress nicely when I’ll be spending much of my time fused with Sif and Life anyway.”
“There is always a need, my darling. You dress for the way you feel. I at least want to leave dear Possibility with some good options whenever she takes over.”
Izanami wanted to laugh, but she knew her lover was serious.
She started to join her in picking out heels when a sudden memory occurred to her, and she realized she might have needed to talk about something more important…
