Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 470: SOVEREIGNS’ BATTLE XIII

"Tch!" King frowned deeply, frustration twisting his features into a mask of irritation.

He had no choice but to let Apollo free, the decision grating against his instincts.

He retreated swiftly away from Apollo in a calculated withdrawal, releasing his chains with a reluctant, snapping recoil.

The metal links rattled and clinked as they unwound and retracted, slithering back to his sides.

Making quick, adaptive use of his chains, King wrapped them protectively around himself like a fortified metallic cocoon, the links interlocking seamlessly.

He narrowly escaped the sudden, unrelenting bombardment of moonlight arrows that rained down in a dazzling, silvery cascade, each one humming with ethereal energy as they streaked past.

Artemis, who had been fiercely engaging Isobel in a whirlwind of rapid strikes, parries, and evasive maneuvers, had ignored her opponent the very moment Apollo fell into that tight, perilous spot.

She fired the arrows toward King without a second’s hesitation, her bow humming with concentrated divine power as she loosed them in quick succession.

Isobel, of course, wasn’t going to let the momentarily distracted Artemis slip away unscathed or unpunished.

Her claws stretched outward with a sickening crack, elongating into razor-sharp points that dripped with viscous, corrosive venom that sizzled on contact with the air.

She lunged forward with predatory, fluid grace, her movements silent and deadly.

She was going straight for Artemis’s throat, her intent crystal clear: to tear it apart in one savage, ripping motion that would end the goddess swiftly.

The air whistled faintly around her extended talons as she closed in.

But her deadly, well-calculated plan was thwarted in an instant.

The arrow Apollo had fired earlier, seemingly wild, erratic, and off-target, reached her before she could bridge the final distance to Artemis’s throat.

Heat and light washed over her in a blinding rush as it approached with unerring accuracy.

The blazing projectile forced Isobel into playing defense, pulling her out of her aggressive lunge.

The intense warmth prickled her skin as it neared.

She raised her hands upward in a fluid, defensive motion, summoning a thick wall of coagulated blood that materialized from thin air in a swirling vortex.

The barrier shimmered with a wet, sickly sheen, tanking the arrow’s strike with a sizzling, explosive impact that sent plumes of steam rising and the scent of boiling ichor filling the space.

With the precious time both siblings had bought for one another through their seamless, coordinated efforts, each covering the other’s vulnerability, they turned the tide decisively and pressured their opponents relentlessly, refusing to let up.

Apollo fired several blazing arrows in rapid, unrelenting succession.

A barrage of them streaked toward King in a ferocious fiery storm that lit up the surroundings in bursts of orange and gold, while others arced toward the wounded Leo with trailing flames that cast long, dancing shadows across the battlefield.

King, making use of his chains with expert precision, knocked down the incoming arrows one after another.

One of his twin blades acted autonomously, whipping forward like a living extension of his will to intercept and deflect the attacks.

The metal clashed against the blazing projectiles with sharp, ringing impacts that sent sparks flying in bright cascades, the chains rattling as they redirected the flames harmlessly aside.

Leo, on the other hand, refused to be caught off guard again.

He had learned from the last strike and reacted with grim determination.

Using his absolute control over wind, he summoned a ferocious storm of razor-sharp wind blades that spun outward in a violent vortex.

The gale howled fiercely as the blades sliced through the air, severing the incoming arrows in mid-flight with clean, decisive cuts.

Shards of flame and wood scattered like dying embers.

But that wasn’t enough to eliminate the threat completely, especially the arrowheads, which carried the core of Apollo’s solar power.

The wind blades disrupted the shafts, yet they somehow fueled the flames further.

The intensity of the fire surged, growing hotter and brighter as if the wind itself fed the blaze instead of extinguishing it.

Leo stared helplessly, his eyes wide as the arrows continued their relentless advance toward him.

The flames intensified even further, crackling with renewed fury, the heat washing over him in oppressive waves that made sweat bead instantly on his skin.

**Roooarrrrr!!!**

A thunderous roar of a dragon shattered the battlefield, drawing the immediate attention of everyone present.

The sound rolled across the void like an earthquake, deep and primal, shaking the very air.

Flameborn appeared suddenly in front of Leo, materializing in a burst of dark energy that warped the space around him.

The dragon’s scales were obsidian black, so deep and absolute they swallowed light itself, no reflection, no gleam, just an endless void that seemed to pull shadows toward it.

The sheer size of the dragon was staggering,.no lesser than Vorth, and in fact greater still.

His massive wings stretched wide, blotting out portions of the dark sky, and his presence alone made the ground tremble faintly beneath him.

Mana in the surrounding area froze for an instant, as if the world held its breath.

Then, like a rushing tide, it surged toward Flameborn with fervent devotion.

Streams of pure mana swirled around him in reverent spirals, dancing and coiling as if they worshiped the dragon himself.

Flameborn emitted the unmistakable aura of a Sovereign rank, the oppressive weight of it crashing down on the battlefield.

Leo, standing directly behind him, felt the shock ripple through his body, his breath caught, eyes widening in stunned disbelief.

"You... When did you...?" Leo asked in raw surprise, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared up at the colossal form shielding him.

Flameborn turned his massive head back toward Leo, a wide, toothy grin splitting across his draconic face.

Sharp fangs glinted even in the dim light.

"Don’t worry, uncle," Flameborn assured him, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.

"You will be fine from now on."

Flameborn opened his mouth wide, jaws parting to reveal the glowing abyss within.

He released his dragon’s breath.