Hitman with a Badass System
chapter-1318

1318 The Dark Lord vs The Dragon Army II

Once the two-minute countdown from the system began, Michael knew he had to face the dragons. Rather than feeling fear, he felt exhilarated. The darkness around him significantly boosted his power, confirming the gods' words from the realm of gods that darkness in the mortal realm enhanced the Dark Lord's power.

However, Azurith was no fool either. Recognizing that defeating the Dark Lord would be challenging as long as the darkness surrounded the Dark Lord, Azurith opened his mouth wide, absorbing the darkness by drawing it into his mouth. Michael and Nithroel were slightly caught off guard when they saw the darkness slowly being sucked into Azurith's mouth.

"Intriguing," Michael muttered. He hadn't expected the usually intangible darkness to become tangible under the ancient beast's power and be absorbed into its vast jaws.

As the darkness was drawn away, the other dragons circled Michael, unleashing fire from above. Various colors of flames, from red to blue, erupted from their mouths, forming a giant flame lantern above him. Despite Noah's death and its effects on light, the dragon flames were so intense they managed to illuminate the area around Michael.

The intensity of the heat and light momentarily faltered Michael's power. Seizing this opportunity, several dragons lunged at him with their jaws wide open, aiming to bite and tear at his body. These dragons knew they couldn't kill a god permanently but understood that if they destroyed his physical form, his soul would be much less powerful on its own.

Destroying a god's body was no simple feat, yet these dragons, with their combined might and the enhanced power from Azurith, believed they could achieve it. After all, there was a reason why gods generally avoided clashing with ancient beasts.

On the other hand, seeing the dragons focusing solely on the Dark Lord, Nithroel was beyond frustrated. She was the Goddess of Hunt, damn it, and she would not be ignored by a bunch of overgrown lizards. Determined to remind them who she was, Nithroel decided it was time to show why the creatures and beasts of the realm of gods had once feared her.

"I'm the Goddess of Hunt!" Nithroel exclaimed fiercely, her voice echoing through the chaos of battle.

Harnessing her immense power, Nithroel drew her bow with supernatural speed. Her movements were a blur as she notched multiple arrows simultaneously, each one shimmering with silver celestial energy. She released the arrows in rapid succession, each aimed with precise lethality.

The arrows whistled through the air, targeting the weak spots of the dragons—specifically their eyes, the only spots vulnerable enough for her arrows to penetrate. The scales were indeed tough, but Nithroel knew exactly where to strike. The first arrow struck true, burying itself deeply into the eye of one dragon. It roared in agony but did not fall; it would take more than a single shot to bring down such a beast.

"Not so tough now, are you?" Nithroel taunted as she leaped into the air with grace, closing the distance between her and the wounded dragon.

Landing on the dragon's head, she drew another arrow, this time using it like a dagger to stab repeatedly at the same injured eye, each strike fueled by her godly wrath. The dragon thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge her, but she held firm, her grip unyielding.

After several brutal stabs, the dragon's movements slowed, and with one final, powerful thrust, Nithroel pierced through the brain, causing the beast to go limp beneath her. She leapt off gracefully as the massive body began to fall from the sky.

With two dragons approaching her, Nithroel adapted her tactics as the creatures, learning from their fallen kin, tightly shut their eyes and relied on other senses to maneuver. Undeterred, Nithroel imbued her arrows with elemental power, each one crackling with explosive energy.

She unleashed a torrent of arrows, each infused with a different elemental force—fire, ice, and lightning. The first arrow erupted in a blaze upon contact, creating a massive explosion that seared the scales of the nearest dragon. It roared in pain, thrashing wildly in the air. Nithroel didn't hesitate; she swiftly notched another arrow, this one shimmering with a frosty aura. It struck the same dragon, the cold energy bursting upon impact and freezing the damaged scales, causing them to crack and shatter.

As the dragon struggled to regain control, Nithroel delivered the final blow with a lightning-imbued arrow. The electric charge surged through the dragon, overwhelming its nervous system. With a deafening roar, the dragon plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground with earth-shattering force.

Turning to the last dragon, Nithroel repeated her elemental onslaught. The creature tried to dodge, but Nithroel's godly precision and speed were unmatched. She landed arrow after arrow, each one a deadly ballet of elemental fury. The final dragon, overwhelmed by the relentless assault, finally succumbed, its body falling heavily to the ground.

Back at the castle, Harry and his friends watched in awe and horror. Clara, who had read extensively about the Empress of Awor, whispered to her friends.

"I read she was the Goddess of Hunt, but I thought those were just rumors. Seeing this... it all makes sense now. Her power is beyond anything we've studied."

Michael, observing from a distance, couldn't help but feel a surge of respect for Nithroel's power. Even in the midst of chaos and without her peak power, she proved why she held such a revered title.

"Let's see who dares to ignore me now," Nithroel declared, wiping dragon blood from her cheek.

While Nithroel was proving why she was the Goddess of Hunt, Michael continued to maneuver through the battlefield, evading another blast of dragon flame with his shadow teleportation. Finally, the system finished its scanning and its voice sounded in Michael's head.

[The system has completed the analysis. The telepathic link connecting the dragons operates through shared energy waves originating from Azurith]

"How do I disrupt these energy waves?" Michael queried the system on how to disrupt this link.

[To disrupt the telepathic link, a special sound emitter is required. This device can interfere with the energy wave frequencies. The cost is four million Badass points.]

Despite the steep price, Michael smirked at the potential strategic advantage this device offered. The system had once again provided a crucial piece of information that could turn the tide of the battle.

"System, purchase the emitter. Let's fuck up this dragon unity," Michael commanded in his head as a small smirk played on his lips. The system didn't need to ask twice as the required badass points were reduced from the system. As soon as the system took the points, a device materialized in Michael's hand—a sleek, dark, button-like device hummed with energy. When Michael activated it, a discordant, piercing sound wave burst forth, invisible yet powerful enough to slice through the air.

The moment Michael activated the device, the effect was immediate. The dragons, previously moving in perfect harmony, began to falter. Their synchronized attacks grew erratic, and their formations broke as the frequencies coming from the device muddled their telepathic communications.

"That's more like it," Michael smirked.

Michael couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction seeing the confusion spreading among the dragons. The sound waves emitted from the device caused Azurith to flinch in pain, his massive frame shuddering as the harsh tones assaulted his senses. Around him, the dragons, once graceful and coordinated in their aerial maneuvers, began to falter. Their movements became erratic, some veering off course while others collided mid-air with their wingmates.

From the safety of the castle grounds, Harry and his friends watched in disbelief as the once fearsome dragon army descended into chaos. "Look at them! They can't fly straight anymore!" Clara pointed upwards. Azurith roared with frustration, realizing the continued link was only adding to the confusion, causing his dragons to fly haphazardly and crash into one another. With a heavy heart and a roar that echoed through the skies, he severed the telepathic connection, immediately silencing the chaotic noise in his dragons' minds.

As the connection snapped, the dragons regained their individual senses. They shook their massive heads as if waking from a daze and slowly began to stabilize their flight. However, the unity and the coordination they once displayed were noticeably diminished.

"Seems like you are more resourceful than I thought," Nithroel said, giving him a nod of approval.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 50,000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 60,000 Badass points] …

With the connection to the dragons from Azurith severed, Michael observed the dragons' auras shift back to yellow from the combined red.

"Interesting…" Azurith didn't show any anger but he just looked more like he was amused. Michael didn't respond verbally but simply flicked his palm, integrating the small device seamlessly into a compartment on his glove. He then fixed his gaze calmly on Azurith, both displaying a mutual recognition of each other's cunning.

"So, do you still want this fight to continue?" Michael asked, folding his arms. His cape billowed behind him in the air, giving him a menacing look.

"Let us settle this ourselves, God of Darkness. You and me…if you can make me bleed before I rip you to shreds, I will leave you to your vengeance," Azurith calmly said.

"He is planning something, Dark Lord…Don't underestimate him," Nithroel warned Michael. But before Michael could respond, he felt his earpiece vibrate.

"Dark Lord, we might need your help…We have company…It's Wulfric and I don't think we can take him on with all the other professors with him," said Elidyr as Michael could already hear the spells cracking through the ear piece.

"Hold them for a few minutes…I'll be there," Michael said as he prepared to face the King of Dragons and then…Headmaster Wulfric and his professors.