The dragon's harem - Chapter 857: Graveyard of The Slayer

Chapter 857: Graveyard of The Slayer

Korah gasped, jumping away from Alcott as he was startled by the attack. “What are you saying? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Alcott rushed after, “I’d expect no more from a lesser god.” He then lifted a fist up, “You two recover, I’ll handle this.” Clenching his fists on his sword, Alcott chased Korah light lightning, swinging left and right like a raging tempest, anything that got in the way was diced like vegetables.

“At least those two were dragons…” Korah laughed as his arm regenerated. “You’re a mere human, what could you do against a god?” He stopped running and charged forth.

As Alcott swung at him, Korah deflected the slashes with his bare hands, “Instead of using my divine magic to engulf and empower my arm, I’ll instead leave inside, to make more stronger and faster from the inside out. As long as your weird power doesn’t reach it, you’re as weak as a human.”L𝒂aTest nov𝒆ls on (n)𝒐velbi/𝒏(.)co𝒎

Korah locked and deflected all of Alcott’s attacks and went on the offensive, swinging punches left and right. Slowly he started pushing Alcott away, punching him in the guts, face, and chest, leaving black marks from the crushed flesh and bones.

“You’re even worse, a man who mastered hunting dragons, you’re not as dangerous to anyone else.” From what Korah and everyone saw, Alcott is an expert at killing dragons, but just like any other high-level fighter when it comes to anything else.

“You’re awfully average, mediocre, with nothing special. You’re neither fast nor strong, all of your skills and tricks are optimized to kill dragons, and they fall short against anything else.” Korah started gaining the upper hand, swinging faster and fasting, throwing Alcott left and right.

CRACK! With a roaring fist, Korah shattered Alcott’s sword, “Humans like you shouldn’t be standing before me. I’ll kill and then rip those two dragons apart.” He smiled.

In the next instant, Alcott’s fist smacked into Korah’s face, flashing with a golden spark with a thunderous boom enough to deafen Arad and Gojo. Korah’s body flew away and landed on the ground, he puked as he looked at the sky with a dazed and foggy mind, his divine energy flickering like a dying light bulb.

^What did happen? Was I hit…I can’t think straight…something feels strange.^ His head was throbbing with a deathly headache.

He instantly jolted himself and stood up, “You bastard, what did you do?” He growled. Alcott flashed toward him like a golden lightning bolt, throwing tens of light fast punches that Korah only saw the marks appear on his chest, followed by a splash of blood.

Korah rapidly conjured a barrier, he understood nothing of what had changed, but those punches hurt like hell. He has to go fully on the defensive until he gets a better grip on the situation.

“Die.” Alcott said, throwing even more punches at the newly conjured barrier, shaking and pushing it back at Korah.

“This could stop a god!” Korah cried, and Alcott’s punches only grew faster and stronger, with even more of Chad’s divine magic.

The barrier cracked with a loud, painful sound like twisting metal, it then exploded when Alcott threw a kick at it, hitting Korah straight in the chest with a crackle of divine lightning, blowing him in half.

Chad was the successor to Adam’s legacy, the father of humanity. Alongside being the god of humanity, he’s also the patron of fatherhood. When Korah swore to kill Arad before his father Alcott, that triggered a vast burst of divine magic.

As Korah’s two halves rolled on the ground, Alcott panted. The sudden burst had left him exhausted and out of breath.

Korah’s divine magic almost faded, but it recovered. Yet, this was the closest anyone had got to the death door, if Alcott had enough power to throw just one more punch, that might’ve ended him.

“I changed my mind.” Korah mumbled, his body regenerating. “I’ll kill you first. You’re a threat, a large one.” He stood, crackling with divine magic.

Without holding a single drop of his magic, he lunged at the exhausted Alcott and stabbed him in the chest with his fist.

Alcott coughed blood, staring forward with golden glowing eyes.

“This is where mortals like you die. You’ve been something else, not many humans can say they stood up to a god.” Korah smiled.

Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba- dump! Ba-dump!

Alcott’s heart started beating loudly, and Korah looked at him confused.

Alcott laughed, staring down at Korah with a crazed smile. “Yeah…I think I finally got it. I’m quite dense, Merlin was right.” He lifted his hands and started getting them together.

Korah tried to pull his arm out of Alcott’s chest, but it was stuck. Alcott was a part zombie and a vampire, this won’t be enough to kill him.

Alcott smacked two fists together, [Elemental Expansion: Graveyard of The Slayer]

For a second, nothing seemed to happen. But then suddenly a longsword with a red handle fell beside Alcott, then a long spear with blue clothes tired just beneath the head, and soon a bow, an axe, and then tens and hundreds of weapons started raining from the sky, each made of a different metal and bearing a different color.

Alcott grabbed the sword with the red handle, and then lifted it up, “Let’s see how this works.” He swung it down.

[KagiGurFur: Blazing Universe] From the blade, a mountain of blazing crimson fire burned Korah and everything behind him, exploding in a pillar of fire seen from hundreds of kilometers away.

Korah gasped, “This is…draconic flames…”

Alcott had already picked the spear with the blue clothes and threw it at Korah. [ZagGriiMon: Thunderdome]

A barrier encased Korah and lighting exploded inside, flashing stronger than anything the sky could produce.

Alcott’s expansion is unlike any other as it’s not the incarnation of his magic, but of his achievements. Chad, the god of humans made a deal with Tiamat and his old friend the dwarf god to make it possible. All the souls of the dragons that Alcott killed get called again from the afterlife in the form of weapons, raining from the sky for him to use in battle.

Korah flew out of the Thunderdome and glared at Alcott, “You bastard, since when you were hiding that?”

Thousands of dead dragons’ souls, all taking the forms of weapons and retaining their previous strength and magic.

As Korah growled, he got slashed from the back by a second Alcott wielding a transparent blade. “Wait…” He grunted.

A third, fourth and even more copies of Alcott started showing up, holding that strange blade. “The hell is going on?!” Korah quickly noticed that the transparent blade was still lodged in the ground, Alcott didn’t pick it up, not yet.

The Alcott Korah was facing from the start and jumped toward that sword to pick it up. “I’m not letting you!” Korah tried to hit him, but he missed, it was already decided that Alcott

would pick it up.

[SaaMulgiin: Timeless Severance] Alcott who held the blade lunged at Korah with everyone else. In life, SaaMulgiin didn’t get a chance to use his time magic against Alcott before dying, but now all of that power is in the palm of Alcott’s hand. When holding the sword, he exists from every second of one minute, thirty seconds in the past, and thirty in the future, at the

present.

With sixty of Alcott charging Korah, all of them held the blade that could sever time itself, each slash aged Korah by a thousand years. Gods are immortal, but even they could have their souls damaged from aging too fast without having time to adapt.

Korah was certain that this was the worst time of his life, he had thought Gojo and Arad were problems, and now Alcott jumped in and started pushing him to the limit.

^What’s wrong with the mortal world now? Why do these many abnormalities exist?^

After thirty seconds had passed, Alcott had to drop SaaMulgiin’s sword and picked stone great

axe.

Korah was feeling starved after countless years passing on him from each strike, this wasn’t a winning or losing situation anymore, he wanted to run away as soon as possible. To everyone else, it was thirty seconds, but to Alcott, it was a minute, and to Korah, it was thousands of

years long.

He turned to run away, but Arad appeared before him with a clenched fist and punched his back toward Alcott, who smacked him away with the battle axe.

Alcott smacked Korah back toward Arad, and threw the axe away, picking a large steel club.

Arad held the gasping Korah by the torso and took a stance, ready to throw him back to Alcott. “Make sure to hit him.” Alcott shouted with a smile.

“Give me your best shot.” Alcott stood, ready for a strike, he lifted the club above his head

and got ready.

Arad threw Korah as hard as he could, and Alcott smacked him away, hitting him out of the

park.

SWOSH! Gojo flew at Korah with a large smile on his face, the dice above his head ringing at 5-

5-4-1.

“Not what I need to kill you, but it’s something I need.” Gojo’s body flashed with sparks of golden divine magic.