Romans & histoires Dragon-marked War God

Chapter 80: Then There Was Nothing --Drake-- “Fuck! Demi no!” What the hell is she doing? There’s no way Demi can fight against this son of a bitch. He’s way stronger than I anticipated. They don’t call him the God of War for no reason. I am dead tired. I’m blaming it on being out of the game for twenty years or so. I can’t let my fatigue stop me. I have to keep pushing. I can’t let anything happen to Demi.

Marcus grinned in return. “You’re not my type,” he said, and Drake held his hand to his chest in mock upset. “Okay, so how are you a divine warrior, then?” Elias asked and Brighid made a hmm noise. Drake glanced at her and then back at us. “Hard to say really,” he said, “But I am the first-” “And last,” Brighid cut in, which earned her a scowl from Drake. “The only,” Drake emphasised, “Male Divine Warrior in known history,” he finished in a proud tone.

And with ease, he took over that Lightning which Stacy has send to him. Then he redirected it to where some of the Rogue wolves where. The loud sound of lightning boomed striking there, now much powerful than what Stacy had send. The wolves all quickly whimpered, jumping and scattering away from that area. “What are you,” Stacy shouted in unbelief. With an evil smirk Drakes quickly extended his hand to the once heir of the Warlock kingdom and drained away, taking all her powers. “Mom,” Ariel screamed in panic, not wanting her mother to die.

"It's fine.Once I make a choice,I don't regret it." Seeing my unwavering resolve,the Grand Druid had nothing left to say. In my past life,I had heard from other tribal warlords that the Dragonkin were actually descendants of ancient gods. They were fierce warriors who only took one mate for life.Once they reached adulthood,they even possessed the ability to foresee danger.It was precisely because they always dodged disasters ahead of time that foolish mortals mistook them as the"source of doom." My intuition told me he was the best choice I could make in this life.

His hands, steady yet filled with an otherworldly energy, traced intricate patterns in the air as he summoned the essence of ancient powers. With deliberate reverence, Zephyr made his offering—an item of significance, perhaps a relic from ages past—placing it ceremoniously within the flames. He then reached for a shimmering, ornate dagger, its blade pulsating with an ethereal aura. With a swift, practiced motion, he drew the blade across his palm, a luminous arc trailing in its wake. A few drops of his blood sizzled as they made contact with the searing heat of the fire, releasing an acrid scent that mingled with the incense. As the room crackled with arcane energy, a presence began to manif

“That’s right. Do you want it? Kneel, and I might consider giving it to you!” “I’m glad you have it!” Alex said. Meanwhile, Uncle Drake’s imposing aura was getting stronger. In fact, it even surpassed Peak-Tribulation Crossing. “Attack!” Shura Spiderwoman shouted. A great battle began in an instant. “Roar!!!” Uncle Drake yelled angrily. Shadow figures of ancient dragons appeared behind him. Each of them held a sword and fought against the ten divine lords from Japan. Fairy Doctor grabbed her Demon Tower Prison and instantly used it to trap Shura Spiderwoman.

“You speak in riddles. You heal, you speak of gods, and you leave me with more questions than answers. You’re a Draikos, what does that mean? Why do you know me better than I know myself?” He watched her unblinkingly and for a long moment he said nothing. “You seek certainty,” Malrik said at last. “You deserve it, but truth is a blade; it cuts those unready for the fall. Still, you came here to demand it, so I will give you an oath. Not riddles or half-answers.” Raven set her jaw. “I don’t want a vow. I want the truth.” “You will have both.” He drew a breath as if preparing to plumb deep stores of memory. “The name Draikos is older than banners and blades. It is a binding and a watchword of

He looked at me. “The northern wolf never tires of protecting what is his. I accept.” The central space was cleared. Warriors formed a wide circle. Torches flared with excitement. Drake stepped into the center and removed his silk shirt, revealing hard muscles and old scars. At the base of his neck, my mark stood out. A small scar that looked like a crown of fire under the light. Glacier saw it. Clearly. My heart clenched. A mark? How… when? Drake drew his long black sword. Glacier pulled out two short blades, silver light flashing along their edges.

Their scales gleamed like gemstones under moonlight, black, gold, crimson, and silver. The largest dragon lowered its head, its molten eyes meeting mine. “Lord Metatron,” Drakar rumbled, “.I can see that you have finally opened the closed portal, as expected of our dragon lord”. “Yes,” I said firmly. “This matter is very serious and must be taken seriously, I won't let Ariel or her acquaintances win.” The dragon’s voice was deep as thunder. “Will the Goddess guide us this time?” “She has given her blessing,” I said. “When the time comes, we will fight not for power, but for life itself.”

I never believed this tale since this was just a made up tale for small children’s to keep them away from wandering in night, but I think my understanding was proven wrong as this awful looking lady looks just like the Marduktema mentioned in tales. As I was lost in my own thought I saw blue colored flame emerging out of Draco from his hands and in blink of an eye it turned into a shape of thick whip. ‘A fire Whip’ Draco was watching Marduktema coldly who only had aggressive look on her wrinkled and blood covered face