She held her little sisters by both hands, raised her head, and looked at the pitch-black ceiling of the shelter.
"Dad, Mom, Auntie… please don't let anything happen to you."
———
Above ground, the shock had ended.
The two sisters and Constantine separated again, returning to their human forms.
"How is it? Did it work?", Leon asked.
Isa rubbed her aching shoulder and looked at the flames ahead.
"The situation… doesn't look good."
"ROAR!!"
A high-pitched dragon roar dispersed the flames, the terrifying dragon's might spreading like a plague.
And the reborn scarlet flame still burned fiercely.
"LE! ON!!"
From the beginning of tonight's battle until now, the only human words Leon had heard from Constantine's mouth were those two syllables.
Manic, crazed, burning with rage, as if given the slightest chance, Constantine would tear Leon to shreds without hesitation.
In life, he had been a ferociously combative mad dragon;
In death, he was made into a stitched-up monster, and all that remained of his emotions was "revenge."
Leon and the Melkvei sisters had already fought dozens of rounds against this guy, using every trick they had.
But let alone causing damage, they hadn't even seen a single grimace of pain on Constantine's face.
He was like a killing machine that knew no fatigue or pain. Since being revived, he had only one goal: Kill Leon.
What can the living use to contend with the dead?
After all, Constantine had nothing left to lose, including life itself.
The overwhelming power of thunder dissipated from Constantine's body once again.
Leon had launched several attacks in just a few seconds, but the results could be simply summarized as "lots of thunder, little rain."
More plainly: like scraping dead skin.
Retreating to a safe distance, Leon looked at the lingering sparks on his hands and, for the first time, began to doubt his own abilities.
"Brother-in-law, put some effort in! Are you giving him a back rub?"
His teammate turned up the pressure.
Leon spread his bear-like paws.
"You tell me to go hard, how am I supposed to go hard? I'm doing my best, seriously."
"Don't give up, brother-in-law. We're turning this desperate game into a comeback match," Isa turned the tension into motivation for cold jokes.
Leon sighed, then clapped his hands together.
"You're right. But this is Constantine we're talking about."
"He's stitched with the organs of the Steelrock Mammoth, the Netherflame Titan, and over a dozen other dangerous species."
"He's got an indestructible physical defense, and even counters attacks."
"He's got long-range attacks, even stronger than when he was alive."
"He can regenerate. Scrape him for half a day to get a little blood, and BYD—two seconds and he's healed."
"This thing is basically a stitched-up monster supermodel."
On this bizarre, magic-filled, unpredictable continent of Samael, powerful beings were never in short supply.
They were the Chosen Ones, the Unique Ones, the Patch Notes Favorites.
But Leon Casmodeous was different.
For a long time, he was neither chosen, nor unique, nor the child of the patch, he was the patch's father.
In past battles, he had used ridiculous stats to crush almost every enemy.
No matter what kind of dragon you were, flying, running, swimming, blue, white, or gold, if you ran into General Leon, you'd be crushed by pure force.
Such a person was called a "stat monster."
And today, Leon finally realized that there was always a stronger mountain beyond the highest peak.
To beat a stat monster, only a stitched monster could do it, this was practically truth.
The body of the Steelrock Mammoth was a natural counter to Leon's thunder power.
If it were just the Steelrock Mammoth, Leon could use something other than thunder to handle it.
But the problem was, the reborn Constantine didn't just have the mammoth in him.
His new body stitched together the advantages of many dangerous species, no matter how supermodel Leon was, he couldn't surpass that.
"Right. Brother-in-law, didn't you say you still had a big move you hadn't used yet?"
Isa looked at Leon, "You can use it now, right?"
"Uh…"
"What's wrong?"
After a pause, Isa seemed to guess something, "That big move of yours. After using it, are you seriously gonna end up with crippled meridians at best, or sudden death at worst?"
Leon gave a bitter smile and pulled a wry face, "Well… the book says that, yeah."
"You really are a studious good student, brother-in-law."
Rossweise waved a hand, cutting off Leon and her elder sister's banter, "I think Leon was right earlier. The situation is tough, but it's not to the point of mutual destruction yet."
Rossweise said, "I still have a trump card I haven't used, but I need you two to buy me some time."
Leon and Isa exchanged glances.
"What trump card?", Isa asked.
"Primordial magic."
At those words, the elder sister was slightly surprised, "The powerful magic that had long been lost in history? Little Rose, when did you learn it?"
Rossweise lowered her silver eyes, looking at her palm, "Can't really say I've learned it… because so far, I can only gather the primordial power. I still can't use it to cast various forms of magic."
She looked up, eyes fixed on the approaching monster. In her silver dragon pupils flashed a queen's resilience and resolve.
"But I have to try. What if it works?"
Rossweise hadn't just suddenly decided to try primordial magic on a whim.
Earlier, when she and Leon had gathered information on primordial magic, they discovered that its damage and effects were fundamentally different from current mainstream magic.
Put simply, it was an entirely different damage mechanism.
After all, it was a "divine skill" hidden in the cracks of history by the ancestors, it had to have something special.
So, with elemental magic and martial arts both ineffective against Constantine, perhaps primordial magic really could work wonders.
"Alright, Big Sis and I will try to buy you as much time as we can."
Leon trusted her. After training so long with primordial magic, it was finally time to put it to use.
Rossweise nodded, and immediately began gathering primordial power.
Leon and Isa moved to confront the monster head-on.
The two sides clashed again.
Leon didn't have much mana left, so he could only rely on the physical technique "Gates of the Nine Hells" to hold the enemy.
Isa transformed into her dragon form to face Constantine head-on.
The two coordinated well and effectively delayed the stitched monster.
But that was only temporary.
They couldn't outlast or outfight a vengeance-driven killing machine.
All they could do now was stall until Rossweise finished gathering her primordial power.
"ROAR!"
Constantine roared, and his thick tail swept across, slamming Isa's dragon form dozens of meters away.
Leon seized the opening in Constantine's attack and instantly activated the fifth gate of the Nine Hells, "Habitual Star", striking the side of Constantine's ribcage with precision.
Though the move dealt some damage, it wasn't fatal.
It only further enraged the monster.
Constantine bellowed and smashed at Leon with the giant arm of the Netherflame Titan.
Leon leaped to evade, narrowly dodging but still got hit by the shockwave.
After another exchange, both Leon and Isa had picked up new wounds.
As for Constantine, his health bar hadn't even budged.
———
At that moment, Scott, who was observing the battle from afar, had already popped open champagne.
"Fell, if I bring Leon's head back directly this time, what kind of reward do you think Lord Elanti will give me?"
The Ironwing Dragon King glanced lightly at the guy beside him. Honestly, he had no interest in whatever rewards the human world had to offer.
He only knew that until the enemy was completely defeated, it was best not to celebrate too early.
"Probably very generous, Mr. Scott," Fell said.
Scott sneered, "I've never seen Leon in such a miserable state. Back in the Dragon-Slaying Corps, he was the most arrogant one."
"Is that so," Fell responded blandly.
People with different stances often make biased judgments. Fell knew that well.
Just as Scott was about to pop another bottle, Fell furrowed his brow slightly and pointed toward the battlefield.
"They seem to be using a new move, Mr. Scott."
"A new move?", Scott squinted.
Sure enough, that silver-haired woman seemed to be gathering a completely different kind of power.
Scott's eyes shifted slightly, and then he immediately realized what it was, "It's… primordial power! That silver dragon actually mastered primordial power?"
Fell scratched his forehead. He also recognized the power Rossweise was gathering, it was primordial power. After all, during their expedition to the Far North, he had secretly stolen a portion of the Noah power the research team painstakingly collected.
Still, Fell was a bit surprised.
A Dragon King who had never come into contact with Noah's power could actually use primordial power…
Truly unbelievable.
"So, Mr. Scott, can this ultimate creature your Empire created withstand an attack from primordial power?", Fell asked.
Cold sweat trickled down Scott's forehead. He swallowed and lowered his voice.
"Who says it has to withstand it?"
"Oh? Are you saying this killing machine actually understands tactics?"
"Of course. He's not just a pure fusion zombie. Just wait and see, Constantine will definitely complete this mission perfectly."
Though he said that, Scott was secretly starting to sweat.
The shadow Leon had cast over the Empire was no joke. Who knew what kind of world-shaking move that silver dragon wife of his was hiding?
On the battlefield, Rossweise held the pure white primordial power in her hand.
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