Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 451: HANDICAPPED BATTLE III

Transforming his two ego weapons once more, Aaron reshaped them into twin grenade launchers, sleek, matte-black, barrels humming with restrained destructive energy.

He fired in rapid succession.

Each shot arced through the air with a low, ominous thump.

Grenades detonated on impact against every resurrected foe, explosions blooming in brilliant violet-black bursts.

Limbs tore free, torsos shredded, necrotic flesh scattered like wet confetti across the scorched clearing.

The air filled with the acrid stink of charred meat and ozone.

Then he turned his full attention to Hildr.

He sprinted straight toward her, boots pounding the cracked earth.

No flourish, no hesitation, just predatory intent.

Hildr’s composure shattered.

Panic flooded her features.

She stumbled backward, silver armor clanking, retreating instinctively toward the massive fire dragon for protection.

The dragon huffed, a deep, rumbling snort that sent hot embers spiraling into the air.

Anger blazed in his molten eyes.

Jaws parted wide once again.

This time he charged slowly, deliberately.

Heat built visibly in his throat, scales glowing brighter, brighter, the air around his maw warping into shimmering heat haze.

An ultimate fire breath was gathering, enough to incinerate mountains.

"I’m on your side?!" Hildr yelled, voice cracking with betrayal as she realized the dragon had no intention of sparing her.

The dragon’s unremorseful, predatory stare answered her.

He didn’t care who stood in the way.

"No one is allowed to take my prey from me," Aaron said coldly.

He appeared before the dragon in an instant, space folding around him like torn fabric.

The ego weapons shifted again.

They stretched and hardened into thick, reinforced belts of dark metal and pulsing runes.

With brutal efficiency, Aaron wrapped them around the dragon’s massive jaws, cinching them shut like a muzzle forged from nightmare.

The dragon thrashed violently.

Neck muscles bulged, scales scraping against scales with grating screeches.

Wings beat hurricane gusts that flattened grass and uprooted small trees.

The breath already roiled inside his sealed maw, pressure building, heat radiating in painful waves.

Smoke leaked from the corners of his clamped jaws in thin, angry wisps.

He felt it, the unbearable strain.

Like a man clenching every muscle to hold back an inevitable, catastrophic release.

Cheeks puffed grotesquely. Eyes bulged with frantic desperation.

Veins throbbed along his throat.

The pressure mounted second by second, unbearable, humiliating.

Aaron held firm, hands locked around the belts, face calm and almost amused as he watched the restless terror dance across the dragon’s ancient features.

In the end, the dragon couldn’t contain it.

The ultimate fire breath detonated inside his own skull.

A muffled, wet boom echoed.

His head erupted in a geyser of flame, blood, and pulverized bone.

Chunks of scalding meat and glowing scale fragments rained down across the battlefield.

The headless body staggered once, twice, then collapsed with earth-shaking force, smoke pouring from the ragged neck stump.

"Now," Aaron said softly, turning toward Hildr, "you’re all that’s left."

He paused, eyes flicking sideways.

"And that dubious demon still hiding over there," he added, voice casual.

His mystic eyes had pierced the illusion effortlessly; the demon crouched behind a warped tree, tail tucked, breathing shallow.

Controlling space with effortless will, Aaron twisted coordinates.

Reality folded.

Hildr and the demon were ripped from their positions and deposited directly in front of him, close enough to feel his breath.

"It was fun while it lasted," he said without fanfare.

Two swift strokes.

The ego weapons, now razor-edged blades, flashed once.

Heads tumbled free in clean arcs. Bodies crumpled, lifeless, blood pooling dark and thick.

"Aiit," Aaron muttered thoughtfully, wiping a smear of blood from his cheek.

"While at it... guess I should just end everything quickly over here."

He closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself.

The air around him grew heavier, charged with spatial distortion.

"Let’s just hasten the shrinking of this stuff," he murmured, focus sharpening on a task that would demand a serious toll on his energy reserves.

With a deep breath, Aaron seized control of space itself.

He forcibly yanked every remaining eligible participant in the event toward his location.

One by one, hundreds, perhaps thousands, they felt the violent wrench of reality. Space compressed and shifted around them.

The world blurred, stomach lurching, then snapped back into focus.

They appeared in the clearing.

Aaron expanded the surrounding space in the same heartbeat, stretching the boundaries outward to prevent suffocating overcrowding.

The ground trembled faintly as new terrain materialized to accommodate the sudden influx.

Confusion etched every face.

Dragons, elves, demons, gods, humans, beasts, races of every kind stood shoulder to shoulder, weapons half-raised, eyes wide with disorientation.

Some whispered that this must be the Sovereign’s doing.

Others gripped hilts tighter, searching for the source of the pull.

Aaron stepped forward, raising his voice so it carried clearly across the suddenly vast assembly.

"Welcome," he announced.

"You all are here for a very important reason.

So you can work together with those little strengths of yours... and fight against me."

A water dragon near the front reared up, scales shimmering like rippling sapphire.

His deep voice rolled out like crashing waves.

"Who the hell is that bastard?" he demanded, arrogance and irritation dripping from every word as he glared at the lone human standing calmly at the center of it all.

"Who the hell is that bastard?" a water dragon snarled, his scales rippling with irritation at Aaron’s sheer arrogance.

"Excuse me, mister," Aaron whispered, voice soft and intimate as he suddenly appeared directly beside the dragon’s massive head.

"But that’s not the right word. The right word should be ’how to survive against me.’ But I guess you’re too stupid to realize."

He had shifted position again, space folding silently around him, materializing so close the dragon could feel the warmth of his breath against scaled ear slits.

The water dragon recoiled in shock, pupils contracting to pinpricks. Surprise hit him harder than any physical blow.

Before he could fully process the insult, he spun with desperate speed.

Claws extended like curved glaives, he slashed at Aaron’s throat.