Chapter 95: Weakness
As George advanced on the so-called battlefield of “Tera’s Power,” the further he ran, the more desolate the landscape became. The army of destruction was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind a vast crater, resembling a meteorite impact site. Sunlight glinted on the edge of the pit, reflecting a dazzling light.
George knew that this was due to the soil becoming glass-like under high temperatures.
As he tightened the chain in his hand, the dragon demon Mavor twisted her head, her legs spread apart, and she stopped jumping.
George tugged at the chain with force, causing her to stumble, her torn clothing swaying, her face pushing hard against the ground.
Even she couldn’t believe that the Eternal Chosen could survive a nuclear explosion. Twisting her head, she looked into the distance, a few strands of golden hair sticking to her cheek.
George was surprised to find that her face had a youthful quality.
However, any shred of pity he might have felt for the dragon demon Mavor was almost entirely drowned out by hatred and disgust.
If you were on a battlefield of death, witnessing a dragon demon flying overhead and incinerating your comrades, you would know that the charred remains emitting smoke were those of a lady named Kirliff, for you found a burnt bottle of liquor in her black clothing.
Last time, she admired your bravery and handed you the last hidden bottle of spirits.
She boldly said, “This is Kirliff’s tradition.”
There was a subtle sadness in her words, as Kirliff had been fallen for over a year.
So, you were more likely to harbor hatred towards this dragon girl, standing at two meters tall, unleashing an energy punch…
Right?
And George had three named comrades who had turned into charred remains.
“You don’t believe he’s alive.”
“Pathetic.” The dragon demon Mavor disdainfully looked at him with one eye circling in black: “Mortal, if you dare to die, then do not seek solace here from me regarding his possible death. You are his defeated subordinate, and you can only sell your own faith and trade with the gods of this world.”
George didn’t want to argue and continued to kick.
After saying this, he yanked the chain with even more force.
The dragon demon Mavor gritted her teeth, straining her legs on the ground.
George drew his sword and charged at her, quick as a snail carriage, bringing the sword’s edge crashing down on her face, the blade scraping across her forehead, producing a heavy sound.
The dragon demon Mavor fell backward, and George rushed up, bringing his right knee down upon the dragon saddle on her back, causing her molars to grind tighter in pain, while George showed no mercy, delivering heavy punches in succession.
Her bloodied teeth flew to the side.
“Bastard! If you have the guts, let me go and fight!”
George kept beating her, and after three minutes, he finally stood up. He saw the dragon demon Mavor tangling her legs in chains, exerting force to run.
No, the dragon demon Mavor jumped up from the ground, looking extremely disheveled, dust settling on her tight and tattered leather outfit, her bright youthful face overshadowed by dark circles, hurling all sorts of insults at George.
Each time she cursed, George pressed a shock button.
A small hill appeared in front of running George, and closer still lay a dragon demon’s corpse, which spoke volumes about its strength when it was alive.
George stepped on the small hill and ran all the way to the dragon’s corpse.
The dragon demon Mavor ceased her cursing, her face pale, her legs anxiously closing together. It was not that George had frightened her with the electric shock, but rather the thought that this might be the mount of the Eternal Chosen Marus.
“What a pity,” George said. “This is not the mount of the Eternal Chosen.”
The dragon demon Mavor couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”
“Because our plan is to detonate a nuclear bomb from about six hundred meters in the air, above the Eternal Chosen.”
George couldn’t help but think of Jima, hoping that in the moment of the nuclear explosion, Jima would turn to mist: “Can it keep the body so intact at the center of the nuclear explosion? It would only be the massive beasts charging with the army.”
The dragon demon Mavor said: “You only have one Tera sun, right? The Eternal Chosen sees the future and is not dead, and he wouldn’t explain much to you. My master is broad-minded; the army of destruction will at least devastate the empire; this is a certainty…”
George impatiently raised his giant sword: “Are you trying to persuade me to surrender?”
“No.” The dragon demon Mavor said earnestly: “Out of respect for you, I can persuade my master to grant you a dignified and glorious death, and afterward your head will be placed in the most prominent place.”
George swung his sword and struck; with a cry, the dragon demon Mavor lost one of her horns, the snapped edge making a sound and spewing blood.
“The empire will not perish.” George said: “Brave imperial people will once again use their corpses to build the empire’s foundation, blood will nourish the land, purifying the wasteland into fertile soil.”
The dragon demon Mavor laughed.
George forcefully yanked her towards him.
Standing here, he could see the inside of the nuclear explosion pit clearly from hundreds of meters away.
The dragon demon Mavor’s golden eyes widened, reflecting the interior of the nuclear pit.
Inside was not clean; when the explosion released its force, soil was sent skyward, falling back down to cover the pit.
In the soft soil of the nuclear pit lay many shards of glass, possibly infused with magic, glowing green.
None of this was important; what mattered was—
The dragon demon Mavor’s gaze furrowed through the nuclear pit again and again, and this time, she saw not a single trace of a person.
“No, this is impossible.”
“If I’m not mistaken, if he dies, then Jima becomes the demon lord?”
The dragon demon Mavor forced a laugh.
“Hahaha, what is she? You little dwarf. What power does she have? Even if she snatches the crown and puts it on her head, she wouldn’t command anyone.”
“Wait until she survives the blessings of the four gods, then we’ll talk. She is too weak to endure, and surely will become a flesh puppet spreading curses and chaos. Only my master has the strength and will to endure.”
George echoed her words: “I verify.”
“To tell the truth,” the dragon demon Mavor, her missing teeth, had already regrown: “You underestimate the demon clan. The demon winds are rampant in the mortal world; eventually, both the mortal realm and the demon realm will be the same. I had a premonition long ago; he has already arranged the paths of the army of destruction, separating different conflicting legions.”
“He left a will, stating that only those who can kill the most populous cities and people in the mortal world can obtain his treasures. Even if we fight among ourselves, the demon army coming to the mortal realm is not a small number; their power will absolutely crush your pathetic kingdom.”
George said: “You’re very verbose.”
The dragon demon Mavor seemed to be proving something, almost shouting: “So did you understand? Everything you do is of no significance! The other mortal armies cannot possibly listen to someone who isn’t even a weak demon lord chosen by the four gods.”
What about the dragon demon Mavor? It was merely a treasure, mainly depending on who wore it. If a king wears it, it becomes the king of kings. When the mortal contender wore it back in the day, even Kisliff couldn’t pass, nor could even the god Sigma withstand a single blow.
Her voice grew more fervent: “Only my master can rally all the chosen ones of the demon clan to follow him.”
George said: “And then, they all vanish into smoke here?”
The dragon demon Mavor stared at him intently:
“If you still wish to make a last stand, then after killing me, remember to take my head; I would personally witness how you perish or fall into the embrace of the four gods, becoming a pawn.”
George did not argue with her and repeated a phrase: “He’s dead; the Eternal Chosen Marus is dead.”
This plain truth caused the dragon demon Mavor’s neck and face to redden at an astonishing speed, even sweat beginning to bead on her forehead.
A gust of wind blew.
George wondered how loud a grass-covered calculator would be if it existed.
At this moment, George’s heart sank, feeling an overwhelming danger. It was as if he stood on the edge of a cliff, and suddenly a huge stone fell, and when he looked down, he saw an ever-growing shadow beneath his feet.
At the bottom of the nuclear pit, a sword appeared out of nowhere, breaking the space and carving out a blue crack.
A steel figure stepped forth, followed by a Tamah, atop which was a helmet adorned with evil runes, with long horns and a third eye on its forehead, the third eye radiating heat. It was none other than the Eternal Chosen Marus.
George immediately gripped the holy sword with both hands, retracting the lock.
Although Jima had given prior “vaccinations,” mentioning multiple times that even a nuclear explosion could not kill the Eternal Chosen Marus.
George still felt waves of defeat.
They had made a meticulous plan.
Based on their previous encounters with the Eternal Chosen Marus, the future he foresaw could indeed be changed.
But they didn’t know how far into the future he could foresee.
So, after discussion.
Jima laid in wait on the battlefield, ready to strike when the Eternal Chosen foretold the future and reported it to the nuclear explosion, just when it reached him.
Simultaneously, to prevent him from foreseeing the future before the nuclear explosion arrived, he would directly escape from the nuclear bomb.
Jima would wait at high altitude for at least thirty minutes before opening her eyes to act, waiting for the Eternal Chosen to foresee the future nuclear explosion.
Everything went smoothly.
The Eternal Chosen killed the future of the grand knight commander Erina, burned by the nuclear explosion.
Jima seized the opportunity and successfully executed the nuclear explosion.
But even with such success, even confirming that the Eternal Chosen could not “use the future to foresee the future” in an infinite loop.
The Eternal Chosen Marus appeared to be practically unscathed.
Thinking of this, George felt an overwhelming sense of defeat, but he quickly calmed down to analyze.
Surely, at the last moment, the Eternal Chosen Marus used his unrivaled space slash to cut through space and avoid the nuclear explosion.
He had anticipated this situation; Jima’s countermeasure was to break his false crown during the nuclear explosion.
Even this allowed him to successfully evade the nuclear explosion.
What a terrifying enemy.
The dragon demon Mavor was overjoyed, directly kneeling before the Eternal Chosen Marus, cradling her head in her hands, ready to jump down from the ancient dragon demon’s corpse, shouting: “Master! My King! You’re still alive!”
George took the lead, gripping the holy sword with both hands, bringing it down fiercely towards the dragon demon Mavor, cutting through her back.
Scales and blood splattered.
The dragon demon Mavor knelt on the ancient dragon demon’s corpse, but George did not strike a second time.
Because he saw the Eternal Chosen Marus turn without saying a word, leaping forcefully, making several great jumps, and clearing the edge of the nuclear pit.
The dragon demon Mavor raised her head, eyes filled with tears, saying: “My King,
“I’ve abandoned you.”
“He is no longer, you will kill me.”
George said: “Weak.”
