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Chapter 47 Draco's Wrath (3) [Bonus]



Xylara, witnessing this, muttered in shock, "Forced Demonic Transformation."

Blum and the rest, who were rushing toward Draco, saw that Rose was wounded and her life in extreme danger.

All they could see was black-red energy enveloping Draco and Rose, sending them flying. Only Alya and a few others managed to hold their ground, struggling to resist the overwhelming force.

Little by little, they were forced backward, the energy too powerful to withstand.

Feeling the aura emanating from the black-red energy, they trembled unknowingly, their hearts succumbing to fear.

A Sovereign is coming. Bow before him! This was the message their hearts conveyed.

Those with weaker minds knelt under the crushing pressure.

Adrian, observing this, understood what was happening. His expression turned to shock as he and Adriana halted, staring at the scene.

"Who is that girl?" he murmured in disbelief, his thoughts turning to Rose.

Suddenly, a headache struck him, accompanied by a vision: Alex, the Light God, holding a silver fox's head, while his master roared in anger, declaring war.

As the vision faded, Adrian looked at the dark-red energy and thought, Don't tell me she is the fox head. His suspicion grew, seeing Rose's silver fox aura and tails.

"And what happened that caused all of us to die?" he pondered, rummaging through his fragmented memories but unable to recall anything.

"Adrian," a small figure appeared beside him—Xylara. He wasn't surprised.

"What's wrong with Master?" he asked, his gaze fixed on Draco's shrouded figure.

"I don't know. Tell Andy to come out."

"Aww, did you miss me, Xylara?" A small pale figure appeared, teasing her with a mischievous tone.

Cracking her fists, Xylara chuckled, "It seems like you missed my fists."

"Just kidding!" Andy waved his hands defensively, his expression betraying a fear of Xylara.

"You can feel it, can't you?" Xylara asked, her face serious.

Andy's playful demeanor vanished. "I can feel a lot of things," he said solemnly.

"First, those kids carry the aura of the Fire God, Thunder God, and Wood God. As for the last one, I can't identify the aura," Andy said, pointing at Blum and the rest. Adrian was shocked by this revelation.

These people were enemies of their master yet also his friends. Their relationship was complicated, born of opposing sides.

"Second, I can feel Lilith's aura on that vixen lady," Andy said, glancing at Alya, who was kneeling in pain.

Adrian was speechless at this second revelation. "Why is her aura so weak? I can barely sense her presence," he said in confusion.

"I don't know what happened in the past, but your souls are incomplete. Hers is worse—only a fragment of her soul entered the reincarnation cycle," Xylara said solemnly.

"What happened in the past?" Andy asked Adrian.

"I told you, I don't remember anything. Just now, I had flashes of memory—Alex holding a silver fox's severed head," Adrian replied, shrugging.

"No wonder..." Andy and Xylara's expressions paled, and they clutched their heads in pain.

"What's wrong with you two?" Adrian asked, noticing their discomfort.

"Do you know what else I felt?" Andy said, his voice weak. Adrian looked at him, signaling him to continue.

"I felt the fox's aura on her—the girl who took the strike," Andy said.

Thunder exploded in Adrian's mind as he trembled, looking at Xylara and Andy with a pale face.

He stared at Xylara in disbelief, and she nodded in confirmation. Andy was right.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"It's finished," Adrian thought grimly.

Among the ten seats of demons and their Spirites, it was known that the silver fox was their master's reverse scale.

"Then we'll have to stop Master," Adrian said, a headache building.

"That's the hardest part. You can't withstand even one percent of his power with your current strength," Xylara said.

The revelation made Adrian and Andy sweat, their shock evident.

"Maybe if you pair with your sister, you could hold out for a bit," Xylara teased. "You know you're the best cannon fodder, especially since the undead and ghosts aren't here."

Adrian twitched at her words. Who asked him to have such high regeneration?

"Whatever," he muttered in frustration. "But Adriana and I can't manage this alone. As much as I hate to admit it, we need the help of those kids."

"Yes, you'll need them," Xylara said. "Since the Void God's aura is on the last kid you didn't recognize."

Xylara's words shocked them again.

The Void God was as powerful as the Chaos God. His strength lay in defense, making him unkillable with his mastery of space-time. For him to die and enter reincarnation, something catastrophic must have occurred.

Their expressions turned grim as they stared at Ming, who carried the Void God's aura.

"Let's meet their Spirites and discuss this with them," Xylara suggested. Find your next read at empire

"But doing so will expose Master's existence," Adrian said.

"I know, but do you want Master to annihilate 90% of this world? He'd regret it, and I'm sure he wouldn't want that. Besides, the Void God might be able to save her," Xylara explained.

Her words struck Adrian, who realized there was no other choice.

Andy and Xylara moved toward Blum and the rest, while Adrian went to find his sister.

All their discussions were mental, ensuring no one overheard them.

Meanwhile, in Mercenary City:

A powerful energy emanated from the city's edge, drawing everyone toward it to witness the scene.

There:

The black-red energy gradually dissipated, revealing the figure inside. A wave of fear swept over everyone, freezing them in place as sweat poured down their bodies.

A figure with black-red hair and piercing red eyes emerged, his black mask adding an eerie aura. Black-red demonic horns protruded from his head, and each of his breaths rumbled like thunder.

He radiated a sovereign demonic aura that compelled all to bow.

He wore a black-red coat, his ears pointed. Despite holding a baby in one arm and a woman in the other, no one dared to move.

TAP!

Draco took a step, disappearing from everyone's view and reappearing beside Brad and his teammates.

"Take care of her. If not..." Draco's commanding voice sent shivers down Brad's spine. Brad nodded quickly, his fear evident.

Nobody dared to move as Draco approached Brad. Terror coursed through their bodies, each one feeling as though the door to death was just inches away. Any movement, even a single step, might open that door.

It felt as if invisible blades of death loomed over them.

The silence was as heavy as a graveyard.

After placing Rose gently in Brad's care, Draco's mind brimmed with unrelenting killing intent. One word echoed in his thoughts: Kill.

TAP! TAP!

Draco took two steps with Lyraea in his arms and disappeared once more.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!

A blood-curdling scream shattered the silence, drawing everyone's attention to one of the Viper Mercenary members, who was engulfed in black flames. His agonized cries echoed like a haunting melody of despair, tormenting those who heard it.

The other mercenaries were drenched in sweat, trembling in terror. Vimba and the policemen had already lost control of their bodies, their fear causing them to wet themselves.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!

Some of the mercenaries could no longer bear the horror and chose to take their own lives. They committed suicide on the spot, hoping for an end to their suffering. The rest, unwilling to die but too terrified to resist, cried out in desperation, wailing, "Daddy!" "Mummy!"

Woo-woo-woo!!

The wail of sirens from six police cars interrupted the scene. The crowd that had gathered felt a fleeting sense of relief. Their saviors had arrived—or so they thought.

"How dare you butcher my mercenary members!"

This voice came from above, causing the remaining Viper Mercenary members to feel a glimmer of hope. They began ridiculing those who had given in to fear and committed suicide.

A middle-aged man hovered in the air. Despite the ban on flight abilities, the commotion had drawn him here.

It was Swim, the head of the Viper Mercenary.

Swim scanned the scene, expecting to see triumphant expressions on his men's faces. Instead, he found only horror—pure, unadulterated horror.

A sudden sting pricked his head. He touched it, his hand coming away drenched in blood.

"How..." Swim muttered, his consciousness slipping away. His terrified gaze fixed on Draco.

Swim had no idea what had happened to him, but the crowd saw everything. They had witnessed Swim's body being sliced into pieces. This was the source of their horror.

The gruesome sight caused some onlookers to vomit. Their faces turned pale as black flames consumed Swim's dismembered body, reducing it to ashes as it hit the ground.

All eyes turned to the demonic figure of Draco, who now held a black sword in his hand.

The policemen who had just arrived and witnessed the scene hastily shifted their cars into reverse, attempting to flee.

But Demon Draco simply waved his hand. A black energy strike shot out, splitting into dozens of tendrils that struck the police cars. The vehicles exploded into fiery fragments. Though some officers managed to escape the explosions, the strikes eventually reached them. None survived.

The crowd and the mercenaries stared in dumbfounded silence, their expressions blank, as if madness had overtaken them.

Blum and the others stared at Demon Draco in sheer terror, their minds quaking under the weight of his presence.

Some mercenaries and bystanders clutched their heads, screaming, "It is finished!"

Draco didn't even spare the newcomers a glance as he struck them down. To him, they were nothing more than ants before a dragon.

Draco vanished from their sight again, resuming his grim task.

Everyone was puzzled as to why there were no screams this time, only to realize the victims were no longer burnt alive. Instead, they were killed swiftly—sliced apart as Swim had been—before their bodies were consumed by flames.

The remaining mercenaries cursed Swim in their hearts. Why did he even bother coming here? they thought. He accomplished nothing but ensured our deaths were even more gruesome.

Unable to endure the terror, one mercenary took their own life in a sudden motion. The others, surprised that Draco didn't intervene, heaved a collective sigh of relief.

Encouraged by this, they followed suit, committing suicide with smiles on their faces.

The crowd watched in stunned silence, bewildered by the relief evident on the mercenaries' faces as they chose death.

All eyes turned to the demonic figure that was Draco.

Regret overwhelmed them. None should have dared to look upon this scene.

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