My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Dragon’s Roar
“Should I transform?” he mused aloud.

(Don’t do it. Are you really planning to transform too? I warned you—such power comes at a price. It will change you, twist your mind. Your dragon pride is just clouding your judgment.)

Pantheon’s words jolted him from the dangerous thoughts.

‘That was close. I can’t believe I almost did something so out of character,’ he sighed to himself.

It would take more time to get these urges under control after becoming a dragon, but that was a small price to pay once he figured it out.

At least Pantheon was with him—someone who already knew how to handle them.

With a clearer head, he looked up and quickly reassessed his plan before speaking.

“Do you really want to fight me?” he asked, showing no sign of hesitation.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everyone around him just stared, stunned.

Was he out of his mind?

How could anyone be so reckless, challenging someone powerful enough to wipe out an entire city with a single breath?

“Still talking like you’re in control? You’re really begging for death, aren’t you?” Zagan sneered with contempt.

Asher didn’t flinch.

“I’m just giving you a chance to walk away. Looks like you’re too stubborn to listen,” he added, and snapped his finger.

Out of nowhere, a figure in a dark robe materialized out of thin air.

SNAP!

SNAP!

Another appeared, and then another, until eight robed figures stood side by side, each varying in height.

The other Demon Kings, including Zagan, squinted, trying to see through them.

But just like with the first figure, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t get any solid reading.

The way they arrived was equally shocking. Teleportation was an extremely rare skill. While portals could achieve a similar effect, they required extensive preparation, making them impractical for combat.

But these newcomers appeared instantly, without any visible signs of a ritual or incantation. It was too seamless.

One of the figures stepped forward—it was his real body. In a split second, he swapped places with his puppet, making it look like he was the one fighting from the start.

BOOOM!

Asher’s aura erupted, leaving no time for anyone to process what was happening.

His energy surged upward like a reverse waterfall, so thick it looked almost liquid.

Another cloud formed above, but this one was different from Zagan’s.

Lightning crackled within, and unlike before, the bolts arced in massive flashes of gold, black, and red, lighting up the sky and spreading across a wider area. It completely consumed the cloud summoned before it.

This was his newly adjusted plan.

At first, he only intended to use more puppets to create the illusion that he wasn’t alone.

But after witnessing the transformation, he knew sheer numbers wouldn’t be enough.

So he revised his strategy and found a way to display more power without actually transforming into a dragon.

The answer was energy channeling, a concept he’d figured out after creating the first puppet.

It took immense control—something only Asher, with his extreme sensitivity to energy and physique, could manage.

His original body became the conduit, drawing power from the energy stored in his puppet’s core.

As they pumped their reserves into him, he converted that power—amplifying it, shaping it.

However, this spell was far from perfect. If there was one flaw, it was that it required him to remain rooted in place.

Any big movement would disrupt the flow, and it could backfire on him. But for his plan to work, this was enough.

He kept increasing his energy output to prevent the other demon kings from interfering.

The dragon instinctively retreated. A primal warning rang out—the being before him was as powerful as he was, and for reasons he couldn’t explain, a wave of fear washed over him, as if he was facing someone he should never challenge.

However—Zagan’s claws clenched, his pride burning hotter than any doubt. He refused to believe it. No one was above him in this world..

With a deafening growl, he moved his wings, unleashing a gale of wind.

“I am Zagan, the Sky Tyrant! I am the strongest!”

The wind howled louder as he inhaled deeply, gathering the air.

Then, with a roar, he opened his maw, releasing a blast of wind that surged forward like a hurricane.

BOOOOOOM!

The violent winds crashed into the golden barrier with immense force, the air itself shrieking under the collision.

But it remained intact, showing no signs of damage.

“This can’t be happening.” Zagan’s eyes shot open in disbelief as the storm he unleashed failed to make even a dent.

Asher slowly lowered his hand, his expression unreadable beneath his mask. He didn’t say a word, but the dragon felt that alone was humiliating enough.

His gaze turned toward the other demon kings, imagining their expressions—he could almost see them smirking, silently laughing at his weakness.

The pounding of his heart grew louder. Being looked down upon by anyone was something he could not afford.

“YOU DARE LOOK DOWN ON ME?! I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU!” he roared, opening his mouth again.

This time, he inhaled with such force that the air itself twisted toward him.

Dust and debris were lifted from the ground, spiraling into his maw, consumed by the growing vortex.

His chest expanded as the power within him reached its peak, the pressure alone causing cracks to spread across his body.

Asher saw this and cast multiple spells to disrupt the channeling, but the wind created a natural vacuum, pulling in his attacks as well.

Even though people believed a dragon’s magic resistance was weaker in the mouth, it didn’t seem to be true here.

‘I don’t have enough time to cast a large-scale spell.’ Asher clicked his tongue in annoyance and decided to focus on defense, adding more layers.

Then, with a thunderous roar—All the air was released at once.

“SKY WIND DRAGON ROAR!”

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Authors Note:

There will be a slight delay because the app is acting up and messed up the spacing. I need to fix each one manually before uploading.