An Extra's POV - Chapter 711 Dragon Generals Vs Esteemed Elders [Pt 1]

Chapter 711  Dragon Generals Vs Esteemed Elders [Pt 1]

~BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

A shockwave followed Ce’phas as he leaped forward, charging straight for the group of Elves that huddled together in a tight formation.

He moved much faster than they could react to, and before they could even hear his loud cackles of laughter, he had already closed the distance that existed between the two sides.

“[Crumble]!” He yelled, rendering a straight thrust at the barrier that separated the Elves from his clutches.

His fist met the translucent layer of protection, causing an instant rumble all over.

Then—

~CRAAAAACCCKK!!!~

In a flash, the barrier shattered into pieces, almost like glass.

The pieces flew all over, much to the despair of the Elves, and the malefactor grinned widely as his eyes glowed a brilliant white.

“Hehehehehehe! Hahahahahaha!”

His hair instantly turned pure white, and crackles of white energy danced all over his body as he stretched out two his hands to reach out for prey.

They weren’t his, though.

“Kyaaaah!” He yanked two random Elves and flung them towards his comrades, granting them their quota out of the Elves.

He was a Dragon of his word, after all. He didn’t even bother looking at the expressions that the other Generals had, though he assumed they had to be pleased with him for fulfilling his end of the deal.

‘Now then…’ Ce’phas fixated all his attention on the other Elves and licked his lips, ready to pummel them to pieces.

‘Let’s begin the party!’

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“So… it seems I’ll be fighting you.” The Elf that stood before R’azak looked old—at least by Elven standards. Thê sourc𝗲 of this content n/o/v/(𝒆l)bi((n))

She still had the youthful and succulent appearance that was prevalent among all Elves, so calling her old was certainly unfair. Still, her graying hair and slight wrinkles told him that she had to be quite ancient.

How ancient? He had no idea, and he didn’t care.

“This will not be much of a fight, Elf. Trust me…” He folded his arms as he gazed very menacingly at her.

“Y-you… do you even know who I am?” “No. And I don’t care.”

“I am the Head Elder—leader of the Esteemed Council. If you think I’m going to stand around and let you sully this holy ground with your filthy—”

“Ohh? Head Elder, huh? Does that mean you are the strongest Elf in this place?” Rather than getting intimidated, R’azak’s motivation and drive for battle began to rise.

It almost felt like a sudden switch in personality.

“Only concerned with strength. As expected of the brute…” The Elder muttered, clinging onto her staff with her slightly trembling hands.

R’azak noticed this rather quickly and smirked.

“You’ve never been in an actual battle before, have you? I can tell…”

“S-shut up!” She yelled out, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. It was obvious that she was flustered, but she did her best to hide it.

Unfortunately, even her deep frown did very little to fool anyone.

“You’re scared, aren’t you? Scared of what I’m going to do to you… and the pain that will accompany your experience…”

A bead of sweat fell from the face of the Head Elder as she readied her staff, prepared to fire any shot of Magic once the time was right.

She gulped, and then aimed.

“You’re going to suffer quite a bit… before you die, that is. I’m going to relish in—”

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

A massive beam of pure energy shot forth from the tip of the Head Elder’s staff, easily traversing the space that existed between the two opponents. R’azak saw this and grinned.

“Predictable!” He clenched his fist, causing something akin to an exoskeleton to cover his hand.

Blackish red lightning danced around his fist as he thrust it forward, allowing it to slam into the beam of energy just as it was about to wash upon him.

The result was catastrophic.

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

As energy dispersed, and shockwaves spread throughout the aerial vicinity, a sharp blur traversed the smoke and charged towards the stationary Elf.

It was R’azak, with the exoskeleton armor still covering a majority of his hand.

“Your attack wasn’t bad! But what about this?” ~WHUUUM!~

Sending his fist straight for her face, his body nearly became a mass of red and black sparks.

But—

‘Hm? A barrier?’ —R’azak noticed heavy resistance against his fist, preventing him from properly meting out his desired violence on the Elf before him.

Still… this only made him chuckle.

“That’s not enough to stop me!” Yelling out with a pure commanding tone, he set his body ablaze with crimson energy, boosting his charging fist even further.

The outcome was inevitable… and it was R’azak’s fist getting planted on the Head Elder’s disturbed face.

“Guark!” She let out, her weak body flying off into the distance.

“A-ah… did I overdo it?” The blazing R’azak turned to look at his heated, rock hard fist with slight surprise. A wide smile returned to his face, though, and he chuckled once again to himself. “No matter… hahahaha!”

In one swift dash, his body gliding through the air, he reached the powerless Elf, ready to throw yet another powerful jab at her.

“[White Storm]!” The Head Elder quickly yelled out, creating a massive blizzard around her.

This served as both offense and defense, preventing any damage from reaching her while also harming anything and anyone that got within range.

This would be enough to ward off most opponent.

Unfortunately for her, her opponent was a Dragon General who belonged to the second most powerful squad in the Dragon Empire.

She stood no chance at all.

~WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!~

R’azak easily cut through the blizzard as if it was just a mild annoyance, and then charged towards her—his brilliant smile almost like that of a devil.

Even though he wasn’t as unhinged as Ce’phas, this General was also a battle maniac. And right now… he was expressing those instincts in the purest form imaginable.

—Sheer violence!

“[Aura Of Na—]”

“Shut it, bitch!” His right hook landed on her cheek, almost the same time as his left uppercut pressed against her jaw.

These two attacks were intense, but not more than the straight thrust of both hands that landed on her stomach and sent her flying down.

At the end of it all, the Elder Elf fell unconscious, and the General stood above her descending figure with a satisfied smile.

“I already told you from the start… that you’d suffer quite a bit.”

And now, it was time to make good on his second promise—her demise.

R’azak took a second to glance at his comrades. U’riah appeared to be toying with a rather determined Elf, while Ce’phas was enjoying himself with a gourmet of adversaries.

Each General had their own way of handling things, and he seemed to be the most straightforward of the three.

There was no real pleasure in torturing a weak opponent or seeking strong ones for him.

R’azak simply enjoyed fighting and defeating his opponents. Afterwards, he saw no purpose in prolonging the inevitable.

Instead, once they had suffered a little… he would grant them the release of death.

“And now…” In one swift motion, R’azak caught the Elder Elf by her throat and raised her with a single hand.

“… Time to die.”