Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 448

Chapter 448: Alert: New Title unlocked: Dragon Slayer
“Emma… FIRE!” Chiron commanded with no shred of mercy in his voice.

A sudden, powerful blast of spiritual energy erupted from the side, its force as immense as the dragon itself.

The air crackled with energy, a concentrated wave of power that bore down on the Ice Dragon with terrifying precision. The blast slammed into the dragon’s side, causing it to roar in agony as its formidable ice armor cracked and splintered under the impact.

The dragon’s eyes blazed with fury as it turned to Chiron, its voice booming with disdain. “Do you think such an attack is enough to end me? I am a mighty dragon, lord of the skies! I am…” Its words were defiant, dripping with arrogance and contempt.

Chiron, however, laughed at the dragon’s bravado. His eyes gleamed with malicious delight as he communicated with Emma through their telepathic connection. “Increase the power by 30%,” he instructed, his mental voice calm and calculating. “And adjust the angle of attack to strike just beneath its left wing. 0.1 degrees to the right.”

Emma was at the Naval base with the hat of the Fleet commander on her head and the fleet commander drooling on all fours at her feet, licking the dirt from in between her toe nails.

She obeyed without hesitation, giving the Navy the same orders that Chiron had passed to her. And so it happened.

The air shimmered with the buildup of spiritual energy, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.

The dragon sensed the impending danger but was too late to react. A barrage of spiritual energy blasts, each more powerful than the last, rained down on the dragon. The concentrated strikes shattered its armor, sending the metal armor and also shards of icy scales flying in all directions.

The dragon’s roars of pain echoed through the city, a sound that reverberated off the walls and filled the air with a sense of impending doom.

The once mighty beast, now vulnerable and exposed, struggled to maintain its composure. The blasts tore through its body, leaving gaping holes that oozed a mixture of blood and ice.

Chiron took measured steps back, ensuring he was well out of the attack range. His expression was one of twisted satisfaction, a malevolent grin spreading across his face as he watched the dragon’s demise. The air was filled with the scent of burnt flesh and the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the bitter cold of the dragon’s icy aura.

The dragon’s once proud and mighty form was now riddled with wounds, its body trembling with the effort to stay aloft. It struggled to flap its wings, the once majestic movements now weak and erratic. Its eyes, once filled with arrogance, now held a mixture of pain and disbelief.

“You… you can’t…” the dragon wheezed, its voice faltering.

Chiron’s smile widened as he took in the scene. “Oh, I assure you, I can,” he replied coldly. He continued to give orders to Emma, fine-tuning the attacks to exploit every weakness in the dragon’s defenses.

Another volley of spiritual blasts struck the dragon, each one a precise strike that further crippled the beast. The dragon’s roars grew weaker, its body sagging as it struggled to maintain its form. The mighty lord of the skies was being brought low by the relentless assault, its once indomitable presence reduced to a pitiful state.

Chiron’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the dragon’s final moments. The beast’s body convulsed, its wings flapping weakly before finally collapsing onto the ground. The impact sent a tremor through the earth, dust and debris rising into the air.

As the dragon lay defeated, its labored breaths the only sound in the now silent city, Chiron stepped forward. His eyes were fixed on the fallen beast, his smile one of victory. “You underestimated me,” he said softly, his voice carrying a note of finality. “And now, you pay the price.”

The dragon’s eyes, once filled with pride and arrogance, now held a flicker of fear and resignation.

“You know, I have heard heard stories. The entire body of a dragon is an incredible treasure. Although you are not that mature yet, I am sure, I have more use for every part of your body, far more of significance than just tearing your meat from my jaws.” Chiron leaned close. He enjoyed the look in the dragon’s eyes as he waved his hands, summoning his second sword.

This was the sword of his ancestor. This sword had been blessed for two reasons, firstly, it had taken the last breath of a Dying Dragon. And secondly, it had taken the last strike.

Here and now, Chiron was going to repeat the same thing.

He stepped forward, raising the broad sword as high as his head, and then with incredible force, he brought it down on the Dragon’s neck.

Chiron’s devil’s Touch was not yet strong enough to pass through the tough skin of a Dragon and that was why he did not use it. On the other hand, the Ancestor’s sword had a history of Killing the Blood Dragon.

!SLASH* It was like hot knife slicing through butter.

With one final, shuddering breath, the mighty Ice Dragon fell silent, its body lifeless and still.

And then, the sword in Chiron’s hand glowed tenderly, as if to devour. However, Chiron shook his head, “No! You only get its last blood to drink. I will be taking its last breath. Chiron waved his hand and the last breath, a whiff of icy smoke rushed into his nose.

Chiron took breaths in and out as the system gave him beautiful alerts.

>>Fate Knight Defeated<<

>> + 10,000 Major Fate points.<<

>>+ 500 Minor fate points<<

>> All stats across energy levels +3<<

>>Alert: New Title unlocked: Dragon Slayer<<

>>Host has consumed the Breath of Dragon<<

>>Host Has unlocked Icy Dragon Presence<<

The Alerts just kept on coming in. And then Chiron looked down at the chest of the dragon. “I wonder what I will get if I eat your heart.” he thought to himself.

Chiron stood over the fallen beast, his victory complete. The air was filled with the lingering scent of battle, a testament to the fierce struggle that had just taken place.

As he surveyed the scene, a sense of triumph washed over him, knowing that he had overcome a formidable foe through cunning and sheer force of will.