I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 706 Rebirth

Laston smiled, but it wasn't the grin of a man caught off guard. It was a slow knowing smile, as if he had expected this outcome all along.

He sighed with his gaze moving to Eryndor's collapsed form on the flooor. The cybernetic Elf's body twitching as sparks flickered from the deep wound in his back.

"Well," Laston muttered. "Seems even a construct like him wasn't enough to fight the Elf Prince. How disappointing. I still have a lot to learn."

Aerchon ignored his words. He snorted and stretched his hand to the side.

The broken shards of his sword that still glowing with Magic trembled where they lay. Then, one by one, they lifted into the air and swirling toward his outstretched palm. Light flickered around them, and in mere moments, the fragments reshaped and reforging into a gleaming blade as if it had never been broken.

Vael, Arlyn, and Sylra stared in astonishment.

"So it wasn't actually destroyed…" Arlyn murmured.

Vael tightened his grip on his bow. "No, he must've planned this from the start."

Sylra glanced at Saeldir, who remained calm. He had known this from the start, of course.

Aerchon grasped his restored sword firmly, feeling the familiar weight settle into his palm. His blue eyes never left Laston. "Your champion is done," he said flatly. "Now what?"

Laston chuckled. "You're still eager to fight, I see. But tell me, Aerchon…" He took a slow step forward, his presence radiating an unsettling aura. "Do you really think this was my best work?"

Aerchon narrowed his eyes, his gaze burning with anger. He knew Laston wasn't finished. The smug look on the traitor's face and the way he spoke all pointed to something more. Something worse.

Aerchon wasn't about to let him summon whatever nightmare he had prepared next. He moved.

The ground cracked beneath his feet as he lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. His sword now reforged and blazing with Magic, cut through the air with deadly force.

Laston sidestepped.

The blade carved through the space where he had just been standing, its sheer force tearing a deep gash through the metal floor and into the wall beyond. Sparks erupted from the impact, the energy of the swing still crackling in the air.

Aerchon didn't stop.

He twisted, his next strike already coming. Another swing, then another.

Each attack was relentless and precise and its all meant to corner Laston and leave him no room to escape. But the Elf was fast now than he should have been. He moved with an amazing grace, weaving between the strikes, always just out of reach. As if he can see Aerchon's attaack few seconds faster.

A sharp laugh escaped Laston as he dodged yet another slash. "Impressive. You fight like a wild beast now, Aerchon. No hesitation just pure instinct. Are you really that angry with me?"

Aerchon ignored him, his focus locked on the battle. He pressing forward, forcing Laston toward the far side of the room.

Vael who was watching from a distance drew an arrow, tracking Laston's movements. "Is he stalling? What don't he attack back?" he murmured.

Arlyn frowned. "For what?"

Vael gritted his teeth. "I don't know."

Aerchon's blade came down again, this time faster and stronger. He aimed directly for Laston's body. But just as the strike was about to land, Laston moved differently.

He didn't dodge.

Instead, he stepped forward.

In a flash, he was inside Aerchon's guard, too close for the sword to be effective. His hand shot out and pressing against Aerchon's chest.

A pulse of dark energy erupted from his palm.

The force blasted Aerchon backward. He gritted his teeth as he skidded across the floor. The impact sent a sharp pain through his ribs, but he steadied himself again. Its not fatal.

Laston straightened, dusting off his sleeve. "It's a shame, really. You're stronger than before. But strength alone isn't enough."

Aerchon's jaw tightened. He could feel it now — something shifting in the air.

Then he heard a mechanical whirring. The sound of metal scraping against metal.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to see.

Eryndor was rising again.

The cybernetic Elf who should have been down for good was moving again. His body convulsed as his circuits flickered, his armor plates shifting and adjusting. Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire

Then, his voice echoed through the room.

"Recalibrating…"

Aerchon's breath steadied.

Behind, Sylra's fingers twitched near her daggers. "You have got to be kidding me."

Vael pulled back his bowstring. "He's still standing?"

Saeldir's expression darkened. "No. I think he's evolving after all that."

Eryndor's head snapped upright. The deep wound in his back sizzled and sealing itself shut. The light in his eyes burned sinister red.

"Threat level: Increased. Adjusting combat capabilities."

Then the ground shook.

A wave of dark energy exploded outward from Eryndor's body, warping the air around him. His armor shifted, expanding and reinforcing. His limbs lengthened, new plating forming, his entire frame changing into something stronger.

Aerchon clenched his sword, his body tensed.

Laston simply chuckled. "You all ready for round two?"

A moment later, a deep hum resonated through the chamber as a massive Magic circle flared to life beneath Eryndor's feet. Its intricate runes pulsing with a mix of advanced technology and Magic energy. The symbols twisted and shifted, adjusting as if they were alive, responding to Eryndor's command prgram.

Then, the air rippled.

From the glowing circle, mechanical parts emerged like ghosts from the floor. Metallic plates, glowing cores, and cybernetic enhancements materialized, hovering around Eryndor's body as if drawn by an invisible force.

Piece by piece, they snapped into place.

Armor formed around him. Massive plating fused over his frame, reinforcing his limbs, chest, and shoulders. The once sleek cybernetic Elf was now become a towering behemoth in a matter of seconds, his body encased in a hybrid of black and white armor, adorned with complex runes that glowed ominously across its surface.

But this wasn't just another layer of steel. It also pulsed with Magic.

The energy that flowed through the runes wasn't just artificial power, its also containing Laston's Magic woven together with advanced technology to create something beyond a mere construct. This was a new entity, something neither fully machine nor fully Magic, but a terrifying fusion of both.

Eryndor lifted his head. The red glow in his eyes burned brighter.

Saeldir, Vael, Arlyn, and Sylra stood frozen, staring at the abomination before them.

"That thing…" Vael muttered, gripping his bow tighter. "It looks different than before."

Arlyn swallowed, his body tensed. "Did he just rebirth..." His voice was hushed, almost disbelieving.

Sylra's fingers twitched near her daggers, every instinct in her body screaming danger.

Saeldir's gaze darkened as he took a step forward, his mind racing. Runes… Magical conduits… enhanced technology… Laston hadn't just built Eryndor as a mere soldier, he had created something far worse than he had thought. Does he have more of this construct hidden under this tower. Ready to be deployed in the Elf Palace?

Aerchon turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the towering new form of Eryndor. Another abomination. Another monstrosity pulled from Laston's twisted mind.

The new Eryndor clenched his fists.

The metal plating shifted and locked with a heavy clang. Energy coursed through his frame, the runes glowing in synchronized pulses. The ground beneath him cracked, unable to withstand the sheer force.

Then, in a voice deeper and more mechanical, he spoke:

"Final Phase: Activated."

Laston exhaled slowly, as if admiring his own creation. "Ah… there it is." His lips curled into a grin. "Now, Aerchon… let's see how well you fare against the real form of my champion."

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