Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 472: SOVEREIGNS’ BATTLE XV

Jeremy frowned deeply, realizing the odds were turning sharply against them with Flameborn now in the picture.

The dragon’s presence shifted the entire battlefield’s dynamic, his sovereign aura pressing down like an invisible weight.

Some of them were close to sovereign rank, like him, Loki, and Thor, poised on the edge of that immense power.

The rest weren’t quite there yet.

Ares and Athena, had been kidnapped by Aaron, leaving massive gaps in their lineup.

As for the dragons, Rhaigon and Ignis, Jeremy couldn’t count on them at all.

Especially considering what the other sovereigns had done to all dragons.

Which begged the question: why were they alive when so many others weren’t? Suspicion gnawed at Jeremy as he eyed them.

Jeremy, deciding to take matters into his own hands, split into several identical copies.

Each one materialized with a faint shimmer, mirroring his determined expression and ready stance.

One of the copies was left to battle Alice, whom he had realized from their intense brawl was strong enough to demand his full attention.

The others surged toward Flameborn, spreading out in a tactical formation.

It was a big gamble, but one he had no choice but to make amid the escalating chaos.

"Thor! Loki! Provide support, let’s deal with the dragon!" Jeremy yelled to the duo, who had remained idle since the battle started, their forms still and watchful on the periphery.

Flameborn, though, didn’t even consider the clones Jeremy sent his way worthy of effort.

He dismissed them with casual indifference.

With just a simple flap of his enormous wings, he generated a gust of wind so powerful it shredded the clones in an instant.

Their forms dissipated into wisps of energy, a testament to his overwhelming actual strength that left faint echoes in the air.

"I’m not playing with you guys," Flameborn rumbled.

"I have to provide help for Father’s old man. Loki, Thor, Rhaigon, Ignis, Father requests you support the others. More help will be provided."

He passed the message with authoritative clarity, his voice carrying over the din like a deep bell toll.

Flameborn dashed toward the sovereigns’ battlefield in a blur of motion, his massive body cutting through the air to provide much-needed support to Dracula, who was slowly being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

The battle for Aaron was one against time, a relentless race where every second counted.

A secret only he and Flameborn were informed of, hidden from allies and enemies alike.

It added layers of urgency to their every move.

So with Aaron out of commission for a while, and hours ticking rapidly away like sand in an hourglass, the tempo of the battle was being increased strategically by Aaron’s side to force a decisive outcome.

"Thor... Loki... What was the dragon talking about?" Jeremy had to pause mid-action, a cold dread settling in his gut as he feared the worst.

"Oh well," Loki replied with a sly smile.

"There goes our chance of playing both sides."

He dissolved into nothingness, his form shimmering out of existence like mist in the wind.

The Loki who had been standing with the others all along had been nothing more than a simple illusion, a clever plant by the god of trickery to deceive everyone.

"What...?" Dionysus groaned weakly, blood dripping from his mouth in thick, crimson rivulets that stained his chin.

Standing behind him, with a staff stabbing cleanly through Dionysus’s heart, was the real Loki, the god of trickery, his expression one of cold amusement.

"Loki!!!!!! What is the meaning of this??!!??" Hermes cried out in raw rage, his voice cracking as he watched one of their own falling still, body slumping forward.

Enraged beyond measure, Hermes zoomed toward Loki like a streak of lightning, his hand pointed forward to stab the throat of the god of trickery in vengeance.

Loki simply smiled, withdrawing his staff with a wet, sucking sound as Dionysus’s body floated nimbly in the void, weightless and lifeless.

Hermes reached Loki, his strike hurtling straight toward the trickster’s heart with lethal speed.

But his actions were thwarted in a brutal instant.

Mjölnir crashed cleanly into his jaw with thunderous force, the impact sending cracks through bone and Hermes flying backward in a helpless arc.

Jeremy paused completely, staring at the duo with wide eyes.

Realization dawned on him like a cold dawn, they were betrayals, enemies hidden in plain sight all along.

Jeremy’s face deepened into a severe frown, lines etching deeper as betrayal sank in.

The odds were strongly tilting against them now, the balance shifting like sand underfoot.

The only way they could get out of it was with the help of a sovereign, but that didn’t seem feasible any time soon. Desperation flickered in his thoughts.

To compound and make matters worse for Jeremy’s side, a rift tore open in the void with a sharp, tearing sound.

From the rift, Ares and Athena appeared, stepping through with purposeful strides.

"Finally," Hypnos exclaimed. "You two have showed up. We need all the help we can get.

Three of our own have been killed already."

Hypnos, the lucky god who had fought against Aaron and still lived, flew toward the god duo excitedly, relief washing over his features.

"Fool, get out of there!" Jeremy yelled urgently, connecting the dots in a flash of insight.

But before the words could fully register in Hypnos’s ears, the hand of Ares was already plunged deep into the god’s chest, fingers crushing his heart with merciless strength.

Exactly twelve hours after the start of the battle, things were tilting firmly into the favor of Aaron’s side.

New supporters added to the fray, bolstering their numbers and turning the tide decisively.

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After drinking the chalice, the aura of Dracula flared greatly, surging outward like a dark storm unleashed.

Shadows twisted around him, and the air grew heavier with his amplified presence.

"Within the chalice is the blood of every race within this universe," Dracula informed the group, his voice echoing with newfound power.

"And surprisingly, from races of other worlds."

"But I am unable to make use of the genetics of races from other universes," he continued.

"But I can from races of this universe."