Dragon King: Throne of Demons and Gods-Chapter 202: Act IV, Scene X: The Unkillable King

Bel's cut body fell through the empty space. Purple blood sprayed everywhere. The slash came from nowhere.

It cut right through his skin and defense like they weren't there.

Somehow, even in this state, he was conscious, and he could see the result of this attack right in his mind.

[HP: 71,000 / 142,000 →142,000 / 142,000]

The two parts clamped together with a wet snap, sealing instantly.

No more blood, no delay. His body simply decided it wasn't allowed to die.

Bel stopped his fall with a strong stomp. For a moment, he stood immobile, eyes wide.

This attack coming from nowhere was the signature of the King, the King he was supposed to have slashed there.

He looked at the place he had just hit, but there was no enemy to be seen.

The King's power felt weak now... No, it was just nowhere. He had disappeared again.

He... He must have run to another layer again.

Bel gritted his teeth. So quickly? How? How did he manage?

But he had no time to think, the attacks kept coming.

A new slash sliced his right arm. Purple blood shot out, his arm hung loose, his blood flowed out in beats.

[HP: 141,456 / 142,000 → 142,000 / 142,000]

It healed instantly again. Bel made a low sound.

He was getting massacred again, but his regeneration was stronger.

It was as if the King had offended his efforts from the beginning by showing his defense was useless, and in retaliation his body decided to show who was in charge.

It ignored the HP left, he didn't even let him the time to feel the pain.

But then the space around him bent. The space itself twisted as if hidden hands were grabbing and tearing everything around.

A tear opened on his chest, his skin pulled in. His ribs broke with loud cracks.

His insides moved in a sick way, but once again...

[HP: 52,300 / 142,000 → 142,000 / 142,000]

He was on his feet again, eyes twitching. More attacks, same results. Everytime his HP replenished.

Then, a low noise.

He laughed a bit through the blood. The parts joined in a messy way, but he always ended up with his complete form.

"What the hell is this fight?"

His HP dropped again, then refilled instantly. The cycle repeated until it felt almost playful.

HP: 139,221→142,000→ 127,475→ 142,000 / 142,000

His heart pounded faster. The slashes ignored his defenses, bypassed his mantle of ruin, like ghosts with blades.

Each time, his regeneration sped up.

The King was all powerful, and he was unkillable.

Then, the King's voice came from higher, shaking the very air.

"You monster! Why won't you die?!"

This was the confirmation Bel needed. The King was back in his upper layers.

The attacks got worse. They changed from one cut to many. Then big waves hit the areas below.

It started on the place, then wider, eating streets until a huge part of the city was swallowed in a sea of cuts.

They tore the town in quick looks. Buildings split like thin paper, roads were filled with loud screams from people.

Aurus jumped to avoid one wave. But another hit his left arm.

He felt a shock, as if time had frozen, then slowly lowered his eyes to a burning sensation, foreign to his decades of adventuring.

A missing limb.

His eyes froze.

When a cutting force hit a limb, there was a chance it cut it. It was a natural law, but it shouldn't be a "Aurus Law".

He, the former Hero, the legend, now starring at a missing limb.

This symbol of power, this legendary arm that slayed so many foes, now flying and getting torn to shred under his eyes.

Aurus was in deep shock, seeing his own blood turned into mist, but his biggest concern was the cause.

"... From a single hit?"

It wasn't like the strongest attack from the King, it looked like something regular, something he saw Bel instantly heal from several times.

Bel could, and kept fighting after, but him... If this thing could cut his arm, what if it touched something else? What if it cut his head? His heart?

Was it true after all? Was this new generation of demon lords beyond the old generation's power?

The sky got dark with the wave. The slashes went in every direction, tearing down the citizens caught in it.

Maël and Astros tried to save groups, creating walls of energy, but the slashes didn't have a specific starting point, they appeared inside the protective shield and massacred more people.

Astros yelled in despair, Maël's eyes went wide.

They were powerless, powerless and utterly useless.

It was a true apocalypse, the turning point of the battle, but the perpetrator was in another state of mind to even consider his opportunity to finish off everyone.

All his mind was focused on the thing having created a new emotion in him.

In the void between layers, he watched from his second realm. In his panic, he didnt run to his third layer and stayed in the second when he started his desperate assault.

His hands shook.

"Unkillable... abomination... I'll erase you!" His voice broke into panic. "You should not exist!"

More waves came. Space bent and broke old buildings. Cuts got bigger. Parts of streets turned to nothing in the wild mess.

In a small path, a fighter shot arrows at the sky. He hoped to stop the hidden force, but a cut found him, slicing him to mist.

Regulus showed up close to bel, panicking.

"No! No! No!!! the people! He's going crazy!" He trembled at the cries from below. His shape blinked a little from the hard feeling of seeing the massacre without being able to intervene.

He looked at a far roof where a family held tight. A wave tore their safe spot, turning them to dust.

It was so bad that even the dragons and Novaria got cut in the sky.

Big waves sliced wings and skin. Novaria made a loud roar.

She tried to fly away but stopped. The drakes had trouble. She flew down to cover them. Cuts opened on her too.

They fixed instantly, thanks to Bel's link. Scales grew back in purple light, but confusion spread fast in the mess.

Vauldron made a big roar. He flew in circles to guad to locate the enemy, but another cut hit his side. He roared in hurt.

Far from that, Bel was having his own grind.

[HP: 32,100 / 142,000 → 142,000 / 142,000]

His fixes took longer. Each one was bloodier. Numbers showed up, but he never panicked.

He laughed through the purple. His body wanted more of the hard hits.

The King's wild voice came again.

"You won't win... You will never kill me!!!" Waves got stronger. Town parts broke badly, blocks split open, old fires started again in bent spots.

They added to the mess. A shop blew up in fire. Sellers ran out screaming into more cuts. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Bel thought deep in the storm. He saw no place to hit. Just endless cuts.

"Perfect... This body is just perfect," he said low.

Regulus yelled.

"We need a way in, now!"

He saw a bridge far away break under a wave. People fell into the dark below.

Bel could feel his panic. He was feeling nothing for the citizens, the only thing moving him now, was to push his body to the maximum.

He had now a perfect reference for his regenerating power.

It was time to try other things.

He focused.

His body shifted, scales grew white over skin. Horns came from his head. His tail came out fast, and he grew taller, more dragon than man.

White scales on chest strong. Claws sharp as big knives. Wings opened wide.

The excitement hit high. He exhaled a purple mist in between jagged fangs.

"This shape... wants more," he growled. He looked inside hard. His power came as a dark ball.

It grew to a purple cover around him. Edges glowed. Sparks moved in, cuts hit and vanished. Bends and waves gone in light bursts.

Regulus watched confused. Bel was doing something, he couldn't process what it was, but seeing him acting gave him a spark of hope.

He couldn't stay silent, complaining, he needed to move.

He thought deeper about the problem.

"The King is back in another spot... like before... we must find a way in..."

He looked at Bel, scared for his well-being , unaware of Bel literally playing with death here. "Can't let this keep on... He's my last hope..."

He thought of how he had proceeded before to open the last layer.

"I named his cuts... a way!" he whispered, his voice shaking.

His body flickered like light under water, each pulse weaker than the last.

Still, he raised his hand and pointed at the wild storm of cuts. Every wound in the sky became a symbol to him, a possible door.

He forced his power into the air, naming each tear one by one.

"Door... door... door..." His body trembled. The more he named, the thinner he became. His arms turned translucent, his outline wavered.

He was disappearing, but he kept going. He knew he was fading. He knew what it meant to overuse his remaining power.

He didn't feel fear, nor worry, just a silent ache.

This was it, he was dying.

He thought of Bel, the last hope of their broken war. If he had to vanish to open a way for him, then so be it. He smiled through the shaking.

"I'll give everything... To you," he whispered again, voice almost gone.

The air changed color as the King's next waves hit. Space bent, slashes crossing through earth and air alike.

Regulus faded more and more. His body was now half-light, half-smoke.

Still he reached out, shaping symbols with what remained of his fingers.

"Please... just one more... door..." He pushed again.

Then...

A spark flared where two cuts met.

A shimmer, small but real, opened like a thin tear. His eyes widened.

"Doo... It... It worked... It worked!..." he mouthed silently.

He tried to call Bel, but no sound came. His voice was gone. His mouth moved with nothing inside.

He looked down at his own fading hands, his fingers were almost gone.

For a second, he felt another feeling: despair.

What if it was useless? What if Bel never saw it?

The chance to go to the King was there, right open, but what if Bel missed it and he disappeared?

Then he felt it, a pulse behind him.

Bel's aura surged.

The draconic head turned toward the faint rift, and his violet eyes locked straight on it. The ground shook as Bel moved.

Regulus smiled. It was a miracle, Bel had saw it. He had understood. He was coming.

As his body thinned to nothing but light, Regulus whispered a thought he no longer had a voice for: Get him...

Bel's energy rose like a storm. Purple lines crawled across his arms and wings, his scales burning from inside.

He gathered his essence, every drop of chaos answering his will. The rift Regulus made widened under the pressure, folding and cracking like glass about to break.

Inside, the King's domain flickered. Bel's power found him. The storm of ruin connected both worlds in a single pulse of light.

The King froze inside his safe layer.

The storm of energy entering his realm had this exact smell of death he had ran away from, and like the grim reaper following everyone, it had showed him that even breaking nature laws wouldn't save him.

His eyes widened as the purple light widened the rift, stretching it until he could see through it.

There, on the other side, Bel appeared, half man, half dragon. His form was heavier now, covered in glowing white scales with streaks of violet light under the skin.

His wings spread wide, but his body still held a humanoid shape. His face was sharper, jaw lined with scales, his horns longer, forming a crown on his head and neck and his eyes burned like molten amethyst.

The King's breath caught in his throat. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't move.

Bel clawed the rift, his expression terrible. His fingers pushed through, tearing it wider as cracks of light spread through the dream.

When his hand crossed the boundary, it grew, shifting and twisting, skin changing to hardened scale.

The hand turned into a dragon's claw, huge and glowing, filling the space with its shadow.

Time slowed. Every second stretched.

The King could only watch as the claw reached for him, light and ruin bending around its edges.

His heart hammered; his voice failed. For a brief instant, everything stopped.

Bel's eyes gleamed, locking on him.

The last thing Bel saw before the impact, was the reflection of his monstrous body in the glowing white eyes of the King.