Epic Of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System

Chapter 2267: Oda Nobunaga Steps In

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Fortune shook his blade, and the samurai’s body crumbled into dust, fading away. His swords, gripped by Fortune’s large hand, accompanied him as he swiftly flew toward his Ancestor.

"I apologize for taking so long... His unexpected power caught me off guard, and it took me a while to adapt quickly."

"Hmm, your power, the Manipulation of Providence’s Light, ensures triumph despite challenges. What will you do with those swords?"

"I intend to keep them."

Fortune smiled, infusing his light into the blades. Both katanas merged into a larger samurai sword, encased in golden metal and radiating blinding light.

"Not bad... This warrior’s sword seems to have accepted me as its new wielder...!"

"It’s a fine blade."

As the Great Ancestor spoke, smiled, and closed his eyes while advancing, Fortune looked upward, sensing multiple powerful presences rapidly descending.

"They’re finally arriving."

"We’ll see what unfolds. You’re prepared to face them, aren’t you?"

"I am, Great Ancestor."

"Good. Today, we’ll slay the Dragon King and eradicate their kind forever... They simply don’t belong in the new world we’ll forge."

"Of course! Those barbaric races that have tormented humanity must be eliminated! We will create a world where humanity reigns as the supreme race...!"

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In a shifting dark dimension filled with endless curses and specters, a massive, twisting castle stood, its hundreds of rooms constantly shifting positions. Millions of soldiers moved ceaselessly, preparing for the ongoing war.

Amid this abyssal darkness, seated on his throne, Oda Nobunaga observed the chaos beyond his turbulent dimension. His sharp eyes analyzed the movements of the one who had slain his third-best general, Niwa Nagahide.

"You did well, Niwa... May you rest in peace."

He closed his eyes briefly, mourning the loss of a loyal retainer. With a sigh, he gazed at the outside world and then smiled.

"Thanks to you, I’ve gathered enough."

He examined a floating bottle of glowing blood, enveloped in a golden aura of providence, fortune, and celestial light.

Niwa’s blade, imbued with a spell, transferred the blood it spilled to his master.

The same held true for the other two generals who fell battling Drake, Shibata Katsuie and Takigawa Kazumasu.

Their blades had harvested the Dragon King’s blood, sealing it with otherworldly power and rendering it dormant, though Nobunaga knew it remained somewhat "alive."

"With this much, I believe we can proceed," he smiled. "Your sacrifice will not be in vain, my brave generals..."

Oda Nobunaga rose, consuming the bottles one by one, his aura surging with immense power. Radiant light, celestial energy, and unprecedented draconic force coursed through him...

"This world, the origin of our creator, the birthplace of Amaterasu... The World of the Gods shall be mine!"

Oda Nobunaga laughed, his throne trembling as it floated amid the abyssal chaos and darkness. Simultaneously, his two remaining generals appeared at his side.

"All preparations are complete, Your Majesty."

"The other players hold their positions. They have not yet allied, each pursuing their own agenda."

"A free-for-all? Excellent, that makes it more entertaining."

"However, there’s an issue."

"An issue?"

Oda Nobunaga raised an eyebrow, stroking his black beard.

"Our Spectral Army failed to halt them, and the Dragon King’s forces are advancing toward us swiftly. They’re cutting through our Specters as we speak."

"Hmmm... They faced no difficulty piercing the Dimensional Membrane into this vortex?"

"No... They entered with ease, in fact."

"Hahaha... Isn’t that ideal? We’ll eliminate a dozen threats with one strike!"

Oda Nobunaga grinned wickedly, chuckling maliciously as his dragons roared, charging toward him. His dark chains swiftly wrapped around their necks.

They pulled a colossal black carriage, crackling with black thunderbolts and roaring fiercely.

The Warlord of Zipangu, who singlehandedly toppled empires and kingdoms, commanded an unrelenting army of monsters.

And the man himself, a demon among demons...

Was he human?

Perhaps he was born human once.

But now, he was merely a shell.

As the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven descended, the world around him twisted and warped.

His dimension followed, piercing the vortex. The living corpse of the defeated, wailing goddess screamed, her specters bleeding from her desiccated form.

"AAAAHHHHHH!"

Her titanic claws surged, emerging from the black dimension flowing like a sea behind Oda Nobunaga. Millions of Yokai Specters appeared, fusing endlessly into larger entities. This time, he prioritized both quantity and quality.

"He’s here?!"

"What is that thing he’s carrying?!"

"Stop him at all costs!"

"Don’t let him descend further! King Oberon’s resurrection is in progress!"

Hundreds of Elven Gods confronted Oda Nobunaga, all members of Greenwood’s organization, meticulously selected and trained to serve him loyally.

Each was artificially elevated to the highest divine Rank, equipped with Unique Skills stolen from thousands of captured and experimented-upon Reincarnators.

"Ha, ha, haha...! HA HA HA HA HA!"

Oda Nobunaga laughed as the army of blonde, sharp-eared elves surged upward, clashing with his boundless Yokai army.

"You truly believe you can oppose my Dominion?!"

His Dominion manifested, merging with his controlled dimension. Endless darkness, specters, and curses cascaded downward.

The elven gods roared, attacking with full force. Some, encased in black stones, grew gigantic. Others transformed into elemental entities, wielding water, fire, wind, light, darkness, and more, while a few constructed massive machines and fought fiercely.

"Mitsuhide, Maeda."

Oda called the names of his two generals, his right and left hands. Both stepped forward, one clad in crimson armor, the other in black.

"Yes, my lord."

"Right away."

Both of Oda’s Generals stepped forward, wielding their weapons of preference.

Akechi Mitsuhide had a slender and tall figure, intimidating and at the same time, very refined, he smiled with grace, his eyes as sharp as those of a snake. Clad on crimson armor, the Samurai held his single crimson katana, decorated with a snake and a centipede painting across its long blade.

Maeda Toshiie had a much bulkier form, muscular and strong, with a very stoic and "blocky" head, with short black hair and calm black eyes, despite his "simple face", he held immense power and resilience within him.

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