Chapter 936: Final Moments Of An Emperor

Chapter 936: Chapter 936: Final Moments Of An Emperor

How many times had Emperor Zain imagined what the final battle would be like?

Two scenarios had been painted in his head long ago.

The first was that he would stand against the All-King, the original All-King, and he would be able to easily defeat the tyrant with a single attack.

That was the best-case scenario, and it was based on the assumption that the allied forces would somehow manage to get past all the defenders, attackers, and everything that could possibly stand between them and the All-King.

That was wishful thinking, but it had still been a possibility that would have allowed Emperor Zain to solidify his ego.

The second scenario was much greater. It involved him and his allies, surrounding the All-King who had gone mad and refused to admit defeat.

In this scenario, the All-King had somehow gotten very strong. Strong enough to challenge Emperor Zain and many others.

Yes, Emperor Zain knew of the All-King’s powers, and he was aware of the insane growth speed that he possessed.

So he had taken that into calculations too.

But how did things come to this?

How come he was now the only one, facing an All-King who was not just equal in power to him, but he had the upper hand in this dynamic?

Emperor Zain only needed to cast his senses and he saw that so many arkships and arkworlds had surrounded this final stronghold.

He was the one surrounded.

*BOOM!*

Emperor Zain hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed the fangs as his own body began to swell.

His hands, transforming into wide dragon claws covered in silver reptilian scales, gripped the tip of those sharp golden fangs.

One held the bottom fang, and the other claw gripped around the nearest fang above.

Emperor Zain’s body spread out, his neck widened and elongated. His frown deepened and he roared ferociously.

His feet, also transforming into their Draconic form, dug into the ground, shattering millions of miles of rocks in an instant as his body was buried into the insides of the sphere of continents.

Rubbles and rocks flew every which way, the destruction was so intense and sudden that no ordinary being would have been able to keep up.

The first clone of the All-King to arrive had basically declared his presence, smashed his way headfirst into the massive sphere of continents, and went straight to violence.

Unfortunately, Emperor Zain was not just a High-Level Immortal, he was also the Primordial of Creation.

He was someone who had contributed to holding back Ibadon, the former Avatar of Oblivion, on his own.

On a normal level, one clone was not and would never be enough.

*SHICK!"

Emperor Zain spread out his hands, roaring to the sky as he ripped the All-King in half, dividing him by a bloody rough line starting from his jaws to the end of his hind.

The massive golden lion, bigger than a moon, was ripped into two halves as Emperor Zain finally transformed into his true form.

The sleek silver serpentine shape of the Primordial Dragon of Creation coiled around the devastation

As rocks and debris were blasted off and the internal structure of the sphere of continents was being crumbled, Emperor Zain righted himself.

The suicidal hit from that All-King had pushed him far and away from the last stronghold.

This was okay though. For someone of his caliber, sticks, stones, and continents, no matter how durable they were, were like cardboard or wet paper against his body.

Trying to use the stronghold as an environmental advantage was like a human trying to use a house of cards to stop a fist fight.

It was pointless.

The blood of the All-King filtered into the air, each drop was so dense and compact with power that it generated its own gravitational fields.

Now in his true serpentine dragon form, Emperor Zain roared at the destruction, baring his impossibly long fangs underneath those elongated jaws.

His silver antlers brimmed with power, surging with the determination to survive.

Almost immediately, I heard another roar that shook the void. Another burst of gold as another massive clone of the All-King smashed through the sphere of rocks, chasing after the Dragon Emperor.

One was not enough, it obviously wasn’t.

But then another came, crashing through from the right faster than the speed of light and closing in fast.

And then another from the left, and then another from the side...

And another, and another, and another...

Dozens of golden lions which were unmistakably the clones of the All-King rushed after the waiting Primordial Dragon of Creation, each of them having a well of malicious intent in their dark golden gaze.

"This is it?!" Emperor Zain roared, rushing at the nearest clone with killing intent.

"This is how you intend to silence an enemy of my caliber?!"

*BOOM!*

The silver dragon slammed into the nearest clone again, releasing a shockwave from the collision.

His jaws clamped on the protected neck and his body coiled around the mammalian form, squeezing and clawing into the All-King.

With a violent twist, Emperor Zain ripped the All-King to shreds, spilling a large amount of blood and flesh everywhere.

It was easy.

Too easy.

The strength of a High-Level Primordial Dragon was no joke.

But it was situations like this that warranted that lions never fought alone.

Among the many things they were trained to do as they grew up, one of them was the importance of moving in groups.

It had been so hammered into them that the idea of a solo lion or lioness was abnormal and was only ever thought of as a temporary phase.

Every training, no matter the kind, was done with the mind that they would be doing it with others.

The All-King, even with so many clones coming after Emperor Zain, was not alone.

In the distance, an unholy number of arkships were moving at warp speed, streaking to the sky as their cannons fired at the gigantic silver dragon.

The kings and their vassals were coming, and they were all thirsty for blood.

[The Primordial Dragon of Destruction is the only thing standing between us and our glorious destiny.

Objective: Contribute to the fall of the Dragon Emperor in whatever way you can.

Rewards: Depends on the level of contribution.]

The final mission for the conquest of the Draconic Heaven had arrived.

All this while they had never been after the stronghold. It was never about the stronghold, it was about the Emperor.

As long as the Emperor lived, there would be resistance.

Emperor Zain had just finished ripping three of the All-King’s clones when he was pounced on by ten at the same time.

One bit his long neck, burying the golden fangs deep into the flesh and violently shaking his head to rip some flesh out.

At the same time, golden essence and silver energy began to collide on a grand scale. Laws were dispensed and thrown out as though they were cabbages.

The All-King could afford this expense as he literally turned into a group of eldritch incomprehensible beings who violently sought to annihilate Emperor Zain.

Emperor Zain on the other hand was not pushed to a defensive position just yet. While he used his augmented physical body to fight back, silver constructs appeared around him.

Emperor Zain could not create clones so he settled for the next best thing to counter his disadvantage.

Silver dragons created from pure Creation Essence rolled out of his body, rushing to attack the many clones and arkships that wheezed around.

Silver swords paired with silver shields. Silver cannons were created at the back, aimed at anything that was too far.

Chains unfurled and coiled repeatedly. What had started as a slow fight was quickly turning into an apocalyptic scene.

As the clones of the All-King piled up, the void became distorted due to the sheer weight of all the laws that were being used.

And Emperor Zain kept on countering everything with his singular law. It was almost a shame that the All-King wanted the Emperor dead and not as a subordinate.

If not, the Law of Creation would be a fine addition to the All-King’s arsenal of laws.

Alas, all things must come to an end.

And sometimes, that end was a very tragic one.

How great would it have been if they were able to end things on a better note?

But that was the painful part of this grand scheme, there could only be one winner, and one winner only.

It came to pass, as it would be known in many historical records, in the possible fire that Emperor Zain fought to his best. He fought as hard as he could.

He fought until he could not fight anymore. He ripped and bit at everything that came near him, he cried and roared, his tears mixing with his blood and his roars combining with the sound of his bones breaking.

He was torn at, clawed at, burned, frozen, everything unspeakable was done to bring him down.

He was surrounded, so overwhelmed that in his final moments, no one could glimpse his true figure in the midst of all the energy and bright lights.

All that could have been seen was the familiar streaks of gold as well as the tens of millions of cannon beams that never stopped raining from the sky filled with arkships.

In his final moments, Emperor Zain released a heart-wrenching roar that cut through the expanse of the Draconic Heaven, burning into the genes of all Creation Dragons that lived to see the end of that day.

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[Draconic Heaven: Conquered.

Attention: Prepare for next invasion...]