Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 957

Chapter 957: Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (11)
The slightly glowing fireball clashed with the ball of light, managing to weaken the divine projectile significantly and halt it for three whole seconds before being destroyed.

“Still not enough?!” Menas roared in frustration.

The Fire Dragon Emperor arrived at the scene with great difficulty, struggling to keep up with the White Dragon of Creation’s speed—especially since he was covered in injuries, most of his scales damaged or destroyed, and scorching crimson blood continuously dripping from his harrowing wounds.

Any other Dragon Emperor would have collapsed by now, but Menas still had the will to fight the draconic deity to the bitter end.

And as a result, he finally understood what the divine dragon possessed that he did not—divinity.

The Fire Dragon then swiftly began studying its laws by doing something no other member of his species would dare attempt—experiencing it firsthand by enduring the deity’s attacks.

He suffered immensely before grasping a hint of how to form divinity, allowing him to obtain a wisp of divine power from the God of Flames.

Unfortunately, it still wasn’t enough to contend with the White Dragon of Creation’s overwhelming attacks.

Menas didn’t care in the slightest about the cohort, but he unintentionally saved their lives—the three-second delay allowed for the birth of a true horror.

Before the weakened divine projectile could explode in the faces of Shirley and the others, who were preparing to unleash their strongest attacks, three violent pulses of dark purple, unidentifiable energy erupted from behind the cohort.

With each pulse, the crackling, multi-colored sphere weakened, fully dissipating after the third.

A black blur then streaked forward from behind, moving too fast for the human eye to see.

Shirley and the others could only feel the gust of wind Shye generated as he passed them.

Before they even realized what had happened, three Soulless Heroes were already kneeling on the ground, blood spurting from their severed necks.

Their bodies plopped to the ground, but not before three more fell to his ruthless blades.

From within the shadows to Shye’s left, Dweezel’s eyes widened in shock, his heart trembling at the hollow-eyed horror before him.

Is this Sanada’s trump card? Did that old bastard con Shye Crowley?

‘This is fine…if he’s nothing but a mindless monster, then he might even be the end of his own cohort…’ the sinister snake thought, deciding to not make any rash actions.

He would undoubtedly perish if he tried to fight that thing.

Nonetheless, Dweezel remained on edge. He wasn’t used to being out of control.

For now, he would simply observe.

Shye, on the other hand, was death incarnate. None survived his blade. His targets didn’t even have the chance to defend themselves.

In mere moments, the Soulless Heroes’ numbers dwindled—from over fifty to forty, then thirty, and finally to a mere twenty.

Dweezel, the Hawklings, and the cohort watched in horror as the Soulless Heroes fell one by one, shuddering slightly at the sight of such indifferent carnage.

Finally, Shye stopped for a moment to look at the White Dragon of Creation, allowing everyone to see his bleak eyes.

The cohort was horrified, especially Shirley and Maia. The former clenched her fists hard in loss and anger.

Shye was alive, but his soul was gone.

She had lost her lover.

Unfortunately, Shye couldn’t comfort her or ease the endless grief in her heart—he lacked the ability to do so.

But what he could do was stop the White Dragon of Creation, who, in its confusion, was preparing to attack once more.

It gazed up at the hole it had torn through to reach the fiftieth floor in an instant, intent on finishing off the bothersome Dragon Emperor once and for all.

Before it could unleash a devastating ray at Menas, however, the deity sensed a lethal threat coming from the collapsed gate.

The White Dragon of Creation swiftly turned her head—only to be met by an emotionless, ashen-haired young man, his greatswords already slicing toward her.

It was too late for the deity to evade, so she fired the annihilation beam at the approaching threat.

But the human was too fast, effortlessly slipping past the lethal ray.

A moment later, a sharp clang rang out, followed by the sound of shattering—Darky and Murky had pierced through the divine dragon’s scales, sinking moderately deep into its flesh.

The White Dragon of Creation roared in agony, its strange yet heavenly voice reverberating eerily through the crystalline halls.

The eerie sound sent shivers down the spines of the Hawklings and several members of the cohort.

Shye and the White Dragon of Creation clashed relentlessly for fifteen seconds, but the battle was a one-sided slaughter—he carved multiple moderately deep wounds into the deity’s body.

Yet, that didn’t mean he was winning. The divine dragon’s body regenerated continuously, each cut and stab vanishing within mere seconds.

Despite being riddled with wounds, her vitality remained untouched, far from succumbing to the human’s relentless assault.

She could keep this up for a long time—the human could not.

Fortunately, Shye’s goal wasn’t to compete with the deity in endurance but to simply prevent anyone from interrupting the ritual.

And he only had to do so for forty-five more seconds.

Victory was close but also far at the same time.

In any case, despite his appearance, Shye could still think.

In fact, he was now the epitome of logic and rationality, as not a single emotion could cloud his mind.

He wasn’t fighting the deity to save his subordinate. He had lost the ability to care about Menas’ life and death.

Instead, what he was doing was he was luring the greatest enemy—the most dangerous one, by pretending to be busy.

And it worked.

Behind him, the old snake suddenly emerged from the shadows, stabbing at Harry’s brain.

David was next.

But just as Dweezel was about to savor the satisfying sensation of his weapon piercing his target’s head, a face appeared before him.

Hollow eyes stared—cold, unsettling, unblinking.

“Ah, there you are.”