Timeless Assassin - Chapter 1176 Threats and Pressure
(By The Ruins Of Draconia, Moltherak’s POV)
By the time Moltherak finally returned to Draconia, the once mighty Dragon home world no longer existed.
Where entire continents, volcanoes, dragon cities, and ancient mountain ranges once stood proudly across the heavens, there now remained nothing except endless floating debris and rapidly cooling fragments of shattered planetary rock.
As for several long moments, Moltherak simply stood there silently, soaking in the destruction of his home.
‘Whoever is responsible for this, must pay for this in blood….’
He thought, as the rage burning inside his chest grew heavier and heavier with every passing second.
Because this was not merely the destruction of territory.
This was humiliation.
The complete annihilation of the Dragon race’s birthplace.
And yet, before Moltherak could even properly process the overwhelming fury building inside him, his instincts suddenly locked onto another presence standing calmly amidst the drifting debris nearby.
‘Who…?’
Moltherak wondered, as he found the Deceiver standing casually atop a floating piece of broken planetary rock while the endless remains of Draconia drifted around him.
“You…”
Moltherak growled while murderous pressure exploded outward from his body.
“Did you do this, you piece of shit?
You dare destroy my home world?”
Moltherak questioned while his aura distorted the surrounding space violently.
Meanwhile, Mauriss merely looked toward him calmly before breaking into low laughter.
“Hahahaha…
Before you waste your time attempting to hunt me down personally, Dragon King, you should probably understand the situation you currently find yourself trapped within.”
Mauriss explained while casually gesturing toward the destroyed remains of Draconia surrounding them.
“You see, the Gods who accompanied me here today have already moved toward several other Dragon territories by now.
At this very moment, they are simply waiting for my command to continue destroying more Dragon worlds.”
Mauriss said as Moltherak’s expression darkened instantly.
“You see….
There is a limitation to Gods that not even you can overcome through brute strength alone.
Which is the limitation of how many places you can be at once, as not even you can be everywhere at once.”
Mauriss continued while smiling faintly.
“There are four of us.
And only one of you.
Which means that the moment you chase after any one of us directly, the remaining three can quietly continue exterminating your race planet by planet behind your back.”
A dangerous calm lingered behind Mauriss’ voice while he continued outlining the reality of the situation further.
“So I strongly suggest that you think very carefully regarding your next move, Dragon King.
Because if you don’t…”
Mauriss slowly looked around at the shattered remains of Draconia drifting through the void.
“…then this may very well become the end of Dragon civilization as you currently know it.”
Mauriss warned as for perhaps the very first time since obtaining his new body, Moltherak genuinely felt pressured while standing before another opponent.
‘This rascal… he’s serious!’
Moltherak thought, as he realized that Mauriss had completely intellectually cornered him here, leaving him outmaneuvered and without any viable counter options left, as that feeling alone infuriated him more than the destruction of Draconia itself.
“What do you want?”
Moltherak questioned eventually while suppressing the overwhelming urge to rip Mauriss apart where he stood.
As Mauriss smiled wider hearing those words.
“What do I want?
I want a favor, Dragon King.”
Mauriss replied while stepping lightly across the floating debris beneath his feet.
“One fight.
One battle against one opponent of my choosing.”
He explained while Moltherak’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“I’ll name the time.
I’ll name the place.
And when that day comes, all you need to do is arrive carrying those lovely Dragon teeth weapons of yours forged from Origin Metal.”
Mauriss continued while amusement flickered within his eyes.
“In exchange, I’ll sign a binding Soul Contract acknowledging Dragon dominion over half the universe.
And guarantee, that neither myself nor my allies will interfere with any Dragon controlled territory afterward.”
Mauriss offered as Moltherak fell silent briefly.
Deep within himself, every instinct screamed at him not to trust the Deceiver.
Every part of him wanted to kill Mauriss immediately and gamble everything on war instead.
And yet…
He also understood something extremely clearly now.
If he rejected this negotiation outright, then over the coming weeks, the combined Gods could slowly erase Dragon civilization world by world until nothing remained except himself.
As for the first time in many years…
Moltherak found himself lacking the confidence to simply fight his way out of the problem directly.
“Which opponent do you want me to fight?”
Moltherak questioned eventually while already suspecting the answer might involve Leo Skyshard somehow.
However, Mauriss merely shrugged lightly in response.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
Mauriss admitted casually while smiling madly.
“They call me the Deceiver for a reason, Dragon King.
My loyalties are never fixed permanently.”
His smile widened further afterward.
“Today, they may align beside the Great Clans.
Tomorrow, perhaps beside someone else entirely.
Or perhaps beside nobody at all.”
Mauriss explained while slowly stepping closer toward Moltherak.
“In the end, which battle I eventually ask you to fight is not your concern.
All I require from you is one fight.
One day.
On one battlefield of my choosing.”
Mauriss pressured as Moltherak remained silent for several long moments afterward.
Until eventually, the Dragon King slowly exhaled through clenched teeth before nodding reluctantly.
“Fine.”
Moltherak muttered while murderous fury still burned visibly within his eyes.
“But understand something clearly, Deceiver…”
His gaze sharpened terrifyingly.
“This agreement does not mean the Dragon King has forgiven what you did here today.”
Moltherak declared while glancing toward the shattered remains of Draconia surrounding them once more.
“You and I became eternal enemies from this moment onward.
And whether I have to wait one century or two…..”
A dangerous pressure gradually leaked from his body again.
“…I will eventually claim vengeance for my people, by chopping off your head.”
Moltherak promised as Mauriss simply smiled calmly in response, because deep within himself, the Deceiver already understood that the moment Moltherak accepted this agreement…
He would never again get the chance to raise a weapon against him again, for Moltherak’s death would be the first one that Mauriss would ensure in the final battle.
