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Once Bestellen swung his sword, destroying hundreds of aberrant monsters that Fafnir had summoned to supplement his army, he leaped into the skies, aiming at one of Fafnir's seven children that had appeared above the skies.

"Hey, you! You're pretty big, come and fight me!"

Bestellen, a Divine Dragon who had always liked battling above all else throughout his life, roared mightily as he clashed against the second biggest of Fafnir's children, a gigantic, black and red-scale muscular draconic lizardman. His face resembled the head of a crocodile, but covered with black and red scales, with golden horns above his head and three purple eyes.

Fafnir's children varied in appearances wildly, however, this one resembled his father the most, but even larger, muscular, and with four arms, although without the tiny wings or head of another Dragon General Erdrich had eliminated already.

CRAAASH!

Bestellen ferociously grabbed the muscular dragon-like lizardman, and then pummeled him down into the city beneath, the impact of their fall generating a huge explosion, disintegrating any foe within the vicinity, and also most of Blake's Familiars, collateral damage be damned.

BOOOMMM!!!

As the explosion erupted and consumed everything, Bestellen smiled, noticing that Fafnir's son was barely hurt by that, glaring at him angrily.

It was a good thing he was a tough bastard, or it wouldn't be fun after all!

"You damn…! Who the hell are you?!"

Fafnir's son roared furiously, rushing towards his attacker and punching Bestellen away with his four massive fists!

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

Bestellen couldn't react on time, as he was pushed back, his scales gaining tiny cracks, his large arms looking bruised. However, he held his own, his Aura surging, spreading white flames everywhere.

"Hoh, for being a fake dragon you sure pack a punch, little bastard. Is your daddy teaching you how to fight? All of your other generals weren't even that strong, you better give me the fun I want, little bastard."

Bestellen's aura overflowed with even more power, as Fafnir's son stepped back in awe, feeling a strange sensation, a power that was similar to that of his father…

Divinity!

However, it wasn't as if he, as a son of Fafnir, had not been practicing such powers either, he wasn't among the strongest of his father's army for naught.

"You think I'll lose against one of that human's slaves?! Don't make me laugh!" The son of Fafnir laughed. "I am Onyxel, the second son of Fafnir. And you know what they know me for?!"

As he smiled while walking towards Bestellen, the old Divine Dragon prepared for an intense battle, infusing his divine powers into his entire body.

"What for, brat?"

"The Indestructible Powerhouse!"

RUMBLE!

Onyxel kicked the ground beneath him, generating a massive shockwave that shattered the floor, blowing away dozens of buildings while reaching Bestellen in an instant.

"{Divine Black Flame Fist Arts}: {Flesh-Tearing Calamity Claws}!"

Onyxel's claws grew several times larger than before, unleashing a deadly barrage of slashing, tearing, and punching attacks against Bestellen!

Despite his huge size, he was immensely fast, catching Bestellen off-guard once more.

However, this time…

"HMPH!"

Bestellen summoned his Soul Blade, using it to defend from the blows, while spreading golden and silver flames into his foe's hands.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

However, despite that, each blow was like a deadly explosion of destructive forces, Bestellen gritted his teeth, being constantly pushed back…

"HAHAHAHA! IS THIS ALL YOU'VE GOT, OLD MAN?!"

Onyxel laughed, rushing forward and kicking Bestellen's head, crushing his head into the ground and then dragging him across the pavement, destroying it in the process.

CRAAASH!

And then, he threw him into the air, hitting him with his long, thick tail, sending him flying and piercing through a huge tower.

BOOOM!

Making the tower collapse in the process…

"Uuggh…!"

RUMBLE!

CRASH!

As the tower collapsed over the city, and Bestellen slowly emerged from the rubble, his eyes… they weren't filled with despair of fear.

No, they were full of excitement.

"Good! This is it! A worthy one! FINALLY!!!"

As Bestellen laughed, his foe appeared in front of him, moving at lightning speed.

His fists were about to crush him once more.

"SHUT UP ALREADY, OLD MAN!"

Responding to this young'un's insolence, Bestellen smiled.

"{Divinity: Ruler Of White & Silver}"

TRUUUMMMM!!!

An explosion of divinity surged from his body, white and silver light engulfing everything, Fafnir's second son was devoured by the light, burning his body"

"UUUGGH?!"

As he screamed in pain, the light rapidly took shape, becoming a sword, a blade that Bestellen had not wielded before.

The other sword he used was but a cheap imitation, made of mere flames or his smaller, weaker aura.

But this… this was the real deal, forged out of his own divinity!

"{Divinity Sword Of Silver Flames}!"

FLUOSH!

The sword manifested, as Bestellen swung it against Fafnir's son, catching him off-guard this time, cutting through his left arms.

"GRAAAACK?! Y-YOU HAD SUCH POWER?!"

As Fafnir's son cried in agony, he rapidly escaped, but not with all of his limbs!

SLAAASH!

"AAAAGGGHHH…!"

His scream echoed through the battlefield, as Fafnir's second son glanced in disbelief, Bestellen sliced both of his left arms!

"Y-You…! YOU BASTARD! I'LL SHOW YOUUUUU!"

With a furious roar, Fafnir's Second Son grew furious, cracks spread through his entire body, blue flames surged from them, transforming his entire appearance, turning him larger, taller, and even more muscular.

"{Dark Dragon Bloodline: Full Awakening}!!!"

RUMBLE!

The ground around him shattered apart, as he reached Bestellen, punching his sword!

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

Bestellen rapidly intercepted him with his blade, as blade and fists clashed against one another, explosions of light and flames erupting everywhere.

"RAAAAAHHH!"

"GRAAAAAHH!"

Both were almost synched, opening their jaws to unleash dragon breaths against one another at point blank, as two massive explosions engulfed one another, generating a gigantic, devastating reaction.

BOOOMMM!!!

"Where…?! Where is this damn bastard at?!"

Onyxel looked around, covered by wounds, but still alive, as the smoke covered everywhere, and divine energy made it hard for his senses to find his foe.

"Dissipate, smoke! Dissipate, light! Show me where he is!"

Using his Dragon Tongue, he quickly found him, a blinding golden and silver flame sword, rushing down towards his head!

"S-SHIT!"

His eyes widened, quickly avoiding the deadly attack, as it hit the ground instead, blowing it up.

BOOOM!

Bestellen spoke no words when he concentrated, as he followed his foe with his blade, unleashing a barrage of slashing attacks, all of them made of fire.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

"Nnngghh…?!"

Onyxel covered his body with his arms, and his aura arms he used to replace the ones he lost, but he was constantly pushed back even more!

"W-What is this?! How is this dragon so strong?! I thought I was…! Is he really…?! A true divine dragon?!" Chapter provided via M|V|L@EMPYR.

Realizing that he was nothing, but a fake compared to the real deal, Fafnir's son opened his jaws, unleashing a devastating breath attack out of frustration.

"JUST DIE ALREADYYYYY!!!"

TRUUUM!

As the flames consumed everything, Bestellen swung his blade, cutting right through them!

"WHAT…?!"

Onyxel's eyes widened, as the blade came rushing down towards his head, cutting through his face, down to his torso, and then the rest of his body.

"AAAAARRRGGGHHH!"

SLAAAAASH!

"You young'uns sure panic fast… That's the weakness of being young, you lack experience."

Bestellen smiled, as the sliced body of his foe behind him combusted into silver and golden flames, exploding into pieces.

BOOOM!

"And done… Well, that was fun! Now the wait game… The other bastards better hurry, or I'm killing all of them myself!"

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