I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 748 : Breaking It

Laston's expression darkened as he watched Aerchon join the fight. His grimace deepened. This was going to take longer than he had anticipated.

He had already expended a significant amount of energy summoning the five clones, and while they were fighting in his place, he needed more time to recover.

He thought with five version of himself it will be enough to kill Gulben. But now Aerchon had joined.

His crimson cybernetic eyes locked onto Aerchon, watching him move beside his father.

"Aerchon," Laston called out over the chaos, his voice laced with mockery. "Turns out I didn't hurt you badly enough!"

Aerchon and King Gulben ignored his taunt, their focus unshaken. They knew better than to be drawn into his games. Instead, they pressed their attack relentlessly, their swords flashing as they clashed against the clones.

One mistake, that was all it would take for Laston to turn the tide again. They wouldn't give him the chance.

Laston remained where he was, arms crossed, merely observing as his clones battled them while recovering his energy. His amusement grew as he analyzed their movements.

Even though Aerchon and King Gulben hadn't fought together often, their coordination was seamless, as if their minds were linked through their shared blood. A father and son moving in perfect harmony.

Yet, despite their synchronization, the five clones held their ground effortlessly. Each one was just almost as powerful as Laston himself. They were fast, ruthless, and unrelenting.

Their black swords crackled with the same destructive energy, forcing the two Elves into a constant struggle to keep up.

Laston's smirk returned. He was actually starting to enjoy this. Aerchon and King Gulben couldn't touch him no matter how hard they tried. And while they fought desperately, he stood back to watching them struggle.

The storm raged on around them, lightning flashing in the sky as the battle continued. The longer they fought, the more he regained his strength. And when the time was right he would remind them why they should feared him.

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On the balcony of the throne room, the remaining advisors watched the battle in the storm-filled sky, their tense expressions easing slightly as Aerchon entered the fight.

They had no choice but to let him join. With Laston summoning five powerful clones, the battle had become far too dangerous for King Gulben to handle alone.

Even now, despite facing Laston's relentless assault, their king had suffered only minor wounds. It was astonishing. To fight a foe like Laston and still stand strong, his time inside the dimension had strengthened him greatly it seems. He had emerged even stronger.

But Laston had proven to be just as formidable. None of them had expected him to unleash five clones, each nearly as strong as the real him. It was an overwhelming advantage.

That was why, even though Aerchon's wounds had not fully healed, they had no choice but to let him fight. If he didn't, Laston's power would crush King Gulben through sheer numbers.

However, the battle above wasn't the only thing drawing their attention. Across the sky, beyond the chaotic storm of silver and black energy, another force was beginning to stir.

They can see brilliant and burning light illuminated the dark clouds. It was definitely, an unmistakable sign of Dragonborn flames.

One of them had finally joined the fight.

The advisors couldn't tell whether it was Erend or Eccar, but it didn't matter. The mere presence of a Dragonborn meant the battle was about to shift once more.

The advisors's eyes locked on the burning glow tearing through the storm clouds. The sheer intensity of the Dragonborn's power casting an eerie contrast against the violent clash of silver and black energy above.

One of them clenched his fists, his voice low with concern. "The Dragonborn… they've intervened."

Another nodded gravely. "King Gulben did not grant them permission to help. He was clear, this was to be our battle. A fight to reclaim our honor, without relying on outsiders again."

A third advisor, an older Elf with deep lines of wisdom etched into his face, exhaled sharply. He said, "But can we afford to reject their aid now? Laston's power is beyond what we anticipated. He has already summoned five clones of himself, each one a match for our king. If Aerchon had not stepped in, Gulben would have been overwhelmed."

"But how will the king feel about this? If the Dragonborn steps in now, it will seem as though he is going back on his word. His pride may not allow it." The first advisor frowned, rubbing his temples.

A younger advisor, gripping the stone railing with white-knuckled hands, spoke hesitantly.

"Is pride more important than the survival of our people? If we lose here and the Palace falls, it won't matter whether we fought with only Elven strength or not. We will be defeated and Laston will take everything."

The second advisor sighed, casting a glance at the battlefield. "You are right, of course. But the burden of this choice is not ours. It is the king's."

The older Elf narrowed his eyes as he watched the brilliant flames swirl higher into the sky.

"Whether King Gulben accepts it or not, we all know that the Dragonborns will not stand idly by while this battle rages. They are warriors. They act when needed and right now, they can see that they are needed more than ever."

The others exchanged uncertain glances, knowing the truth in his words.

"Let us hope the king will not see this as a stain on his honor… but as the only way to ensure our kingdom does not fall into ruin," Still, one of them muttered under his breath.

As they spoke, the storm above raged on, and the glow of Dragonborn fire only grew stronger.

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Veyna still stood hovering atop the cloud, overlooking the battlefield, her eyes gleaming with intrigue as she observed the battle between Dredge and the Dragonborn.

The storm of fire and black-red energy between them was mesmerizing and despite Dredge's body being enhanced with cybernetic modifications and most powerful reinforcements, he still struggled against his opponent.

The Dragonborn moved with an overwhelming presence, his power surging with such force that it was nearly impossible to determine his limits.

"Amusing. Very amusing."

Veyna crossed her arms, her lips curling into a smirk. This was no ordinary warrior. There was something beyond raw strength in the way the Dragonborn fought as if his very existence defied reason.

The thought of what lay within his body and what kind of energy coursed through his veins, sent a thrilling shiver down her spine.

Her fingers twitched with the urge to claim him for herself. She wanted to dissect and unravel the secrets of this kind of beast.

She had studied mechanical and organic beings before, but a Dragonborn was a rare find. It was a shame she couldn't interfere, not yet at least. She still had a task to complete, and distractions would not be tolerated by hre lord.

She exhaled, shaking her head. "I suppose Dredge will have to handle it for now," she murmured to herself, her voice laced with both amusement and slight disappointment.

Shifting her gaze away from the duel, she looked toward the grand Magical barrier that still stood tall, flickering with the relentless resistance of the Elven warriors, archers, and Mages fighting below.

Ogres and Daemons slammed against it, their mindless fury unceasing as they clashed with the defenders of the palace.

Her eyes narrowed. The barrier had lasted long enough.

She tilted her head, brushing a strand of black hair from her face. A cold smile formed on her lips as she whispered, "Is it time to shatter it completely?"

Veyna glanced down at the screen on her wrist, her sharp eyes scanning the data flickering across it. The barrier had endured long enough. Laston had granted her the authority to decide when to bring it down, and there was no reason to delay any further.

She hesitated for a brief moment, her gaze flickering toward the battle in the sky. Laston was facing two opponents now. It was not look like an ideal situation.

But Veyna knew better than to question his capabilities. Laston was strong and more importantly, he was cunning. He wouldn't have stepped onto the battlefield if he weren't prepared for such an outcome.

Brushing aside any lingering doubt, she tapped the screen. The Hexa Cannoneers below responded instantly.

Their towering forms shifted, the massive stag beetle-like pincers rotating as their cannons adjusted their settings. A menacing hum filled the air as the barrels burned with crimson energy now, heat radiating from their metallic frames.

Veyna's voice was calm, almost bored, as she gave the order to fire with a button.

The Hexa Cannoneers unleashed their devastating payload. Streams of molten energy lanced through the air, striking the shimmering Magical barrier.

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The impact was immediate and catastrophic. The points where the beams struck flared violently, then the barrier convulsing as fractures spread outward like cracks in glass.

The first shot had not been enough to fully shatter it, but the damage was done. The once-unyielding barrier wavered dangerously, its protective glow flickering and weakening under the relentless assault.

Veyna smirked, watching the barrier strain under the attack. She tapped her screen again.

The Hexa Cannoneers charged up for a second strike, their pincers glowing brighter as they built up another pulse of destructive force.

The Elven warriors below, already struggling against the endless horde of Ogres and Daemons, realized what was happening far too late. They turned their desperate gazes toward the barrier, horror dawning in their eyes as they saw it begin to break apart.

Veyna exhaled slowly, enjoying the sight. The moment the barrier collapsed, the battle would enter its final phase.

She whispered to herself, "Let's see how long they can last without it."

Then, with a deafening blast, the Hexa Cannoneers fired again. The barrier that already weakened couldn't withstand the second wave.

It shattered slowly at a point, breaking apart in a cascading explosion of Magical energy.

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