1318 The Dark Lord vs The Dragon Army II
Once the two-minute countdown from the system began, Michael knew he had to face the dragons. Rather than feeling fear, he felt exhilarated. The darkness around him significantly boosted his power, confirming the gods' words from the realm of gods that darkness in the mortal realm enhanced the Dark Lord's power.
However, Azurith was no fool either. Recognizing that defeating the Dark Lord would be challenging as long as the darkness surrounded the Dark Lord, Azurith opened his mouth wide, absorbing the darkness by drawing it into his mouth. Michael and Nithroel were slightly caught off guard when they saw the darkness slowly being sucked into Azurith's mouth.
"Intriguing," Michael muttered. He hadn't expected the usually intangible darkness to become tangible under the ancient beast's power and be absorbed into its vast jaws.
As the darkness was drawn away, the other dragons circled Michael, unleashing fire from above. Various colors of flames, from red to blue, erupted from their mouths, forming a giant flame lantern above him. Despite Noah's death and its effects on light, the dragon flames were so intense they managed to illuminate the area around Michael.
The intensity of the heat and light momentarily faltered Michael's power. Seizing this opportunity, several dragons lunged at him with their jaws wide open, aiming to bite and tear at his body. These dragons knew they couldn't kill a god permanently but understood that if they destroyed his physical form, his soul would be much less powerful on its own.
Destroying a god's body was no simple feat, yet these dragons, with their combined might and the enhanced power from Azurith, believed they could achieve it. After all, there was a reason why gods generally avoided clashing with ancient beasts.
On the other hand, seeing the dragons focusing solely on the Dark Lord, Nithroel was beyond frustrated. She was the Goddess of Hunt, damn it, and she would not be ignored by a bunch of overgrown lizards. Determined to remind them who she was, Nithroel decided it was time to show why the creatures and beasts of the realm of gods had once feared her.
"I'm the Goddess of Hunt!" Nithroel exclaimed fiercely, her voice echoing through the chaos of battle.
Harnessing her immense power, Nithroel drew her bow with supernatural speed. Her movements were a blur as she notched multiple arrows simultaneously, each one shimmering with silver celestial energy. She released the arrows in rapid succession, each aimed with precise lethality.
The arrows whistled through the air, targeting the weak spots of the dragons—specifically their eyes, the only spots vulnerable enough for her arrows to penetrate. The scales were indeed tough, but Nithroel knew exactly where to strike. The first arrow struck true, burying itself deeply into the eye of one dragon. It roared in agony but did not fall; it would take more than a single shot to bring down such a beast.
"Not so tough now, are you?" Nithroel taunted as she leaped into the air with grace, closing the distance between her and the wounded dragon.
Landing on the dragon's head, she drew another arrow, this time using it like a dagger to stab repeatedly at the same injured eye, each strike fueled by her godly wrath. The dragon thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge her, but she held firm, her grip unyielding.
After several brutal stabs, the dragon's movements slowed, and with one final, powerful thrust, Nithroel pierced through the brain, causing the beast to go limp beneath her. She leapt off gracefully as the massive body began to fall from the sky.
With two dragons approaching her, Nithroel adapted her tactics as the creatures, learning from their fallen kin, tightly shut their eyes and relied on other senses to maneuver. Undeterred, Nithroel imbued her arrows with elemental power, each one crackling with explosive energy.
She unleashed a torrent of arrows, each infused with a different elemental force—fire, ice, and lightning. The first arrow erupted in a blaze upon contact, creating a massive explosion that seared the scales of the nearest dragon. It roared in pain, thrashing wildly in the air. Nithroel didn't hesitate; she swiftly notched another arrow, this one shimmering with a frosty aura. It struck the same dragon, the cold energy bursting upon impact and freezing the damaged scales, causing them to crack and shatter.
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