Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Vol. 2 Ch. 89

The enormous dragon body disintegrated into ashes, blown away by the wind.

Beneath the ashes lay the barely-breathing Chaos Dragon King, Jagus.

Leon walked slowly toward him.

Jagus, struggling to sit up, saw the expressionless man in front of him and panicked, scrambling backward several meters in fear. The arrogance and pride he had displayed just moments ago were now completely gone.

All that remained was terror.

The fear of death.

“How… how are you still alive?” Jagus asked, trembling.

Leon stood in front of Jagus.

Jagus no longer dared to retreat because Leon had stepped on his ankle. There was no doubt in Jagus’s mind that if he moved even a centimeter, Leon would break his bones without hesitation.

This Dragon King, who had lived for millennia, now didn’t dare move a muscle under the oppressive presence of a mere human.

Leon looked down at him, his calm gaze barely containing the simmering rage beneath.

“The last guy who hurt my daughter chose to kill himself by jumping into a space rift. It’s a shame I couldn’t kill him myself,” Leon said quietly. “But this time… I won’t give you any chance to take your own life.”

“What are you—” Jagus began, but before he could finish, two lightning swords pierced his hands, pinning him to the ground.

Then—

*Crack! Crack!*

The sound of bones breaking echoed sharply across the battlefield, mingling with the Dragon King’s agonized screams. The sound reverberated through the smoky air.

Leon, however, had no love for torturing his defeated enemies.

He always sought efficiency in his revenge.

Just as Leon was about to finish the job, his attention was caught by another figure not far away.

The Black Sun Dragon King, Bly.

“I recognize him,” Leon said slowly. “He came with you, didn’t he?”

“So, the two of you are responsible for all of this. That means—”

Leon retracted his lightning swords and grabbed Jagus by the collar, dragging his broken body slowly toward Bly.

“I’ll just kill both of you.”

The sound of Jagus’s body being dragged across the ground was dull and ominous, like the scythe of Death scraping across the battlefield, sparks flying where the blade touched the earth.

Bly’s reaction to seeing Leon was the same as Jagus’s.

First shock, then terror, then despair.

For a moment, he even forgot to run.

But as the embodiment of death drew closer, Bly snapped out of his stupor.

He glanced at Jagus, hanging limply from Leon’s grasp.

There was no saving him.

I need to run.

Without hesitation, Bly raised his hand and opened a space teleportation array.

He forced himself to tear his gaze away from Leon and used all his strength to move his body, fighting the crushing fear. Stumbling, he rushed toward the portal.

“If I can just leave here… Just get away from this place… Whoever wants this job can have it. The Empire can deal with the monster they created!” Bly muttered frantically to himself as he lunged toward the array.

But before he could make it through, Bly felt a sharp tug on his tail from behind.

He knew immediately what had happened.

He didn’t dare turn around. Instead, he struggled desperately to pull himself into the portal.

Just a little more… Just a little more, and I’ll be free of this nightmare!

But the person behind him didn’t budge an inch.

To Leon, Bly’s panicked writhing looked like a cornered rat, frantically trying to crawl back into its dark, filthy hole.

Bly clawed at the ground, leaving two long, bloody furrows as he tried to escape.

Leon simply held his tail, watching calmly.

“You’re a Dragon King. And this is how you act?”

Bly had no time to respond to Leon’s mocking words.

He only wanted to run.

To get as far away from here as possible.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t break free of Leon’s grip.

His hands were soon bloodied and raw from digging into the ground.

Pain forced Bly to pause, and he heard the sound of Leon chuckling coldly behind him.

“Is that all, Dragon King?”

“How pathetic…”

With an absurd amount of strength, Leon yanked Bly backward.

Then, he hurled the barely-alive Jagus into the air, and with a flick of his wrist, threw Bly up after him as if they were nothing more than trash.

The two Dragon Kings collided mid-air.

Leon brought his hands together, then slowly pulled them apart, revealing a spear of pure lightning in his grip.

**S-Rank Lightning Magic: Lightning Blade Transformation – Sky Piercing Spear**

He aimed the spear at the two Dragon Kings in the air and hurled it with all his might.

The spear tore through the sky, breaking through the clouds and piercing both Jagus and Bly. The brilliant lightning exploded in the air, lighting up the battlefield below with blinding radiance.

Leon shook his hand, discharging the residual electricity.

“Not satisfying enough.”

From afar, Rosvisser, exhausted and weak, looked toward the familiar lightning, a glimmer of hope flickering in her tired eyes.

“Leon…”

“Mama!”

Noa ran back from the battlefield, waving her arms, a huge smile on her face.

Rosvisser stared at her daughter, momentarily stunned.

She knew exactly what that smile meant.

In that moment, the queen’s heart, which had been heavy with worry, finally began to lighten.

Her patience and endurance had been rewarded.

Rosvisser embraced Little Light, holding Moon’s hand, and walked toward Noa, who was rushing toward them.

And not far behind Noa was that familiar figure.

He still looked the same, standing there nonchalantly after the explosion, pretending to be unaffected by it all.

The queen smiled, burying her face in Little Light’s soft hair, her shoulders shaking with emotion.

But before Rosvisser could fully compose herself, she suddenly felt the ground beneath her feet tremble violently.

She looked up and gasped.

Four massive dragons descended from the sky, surrounding Leon.

Judging by the waves of energy and dragon aura emanating from them, each one of these dragons was as powerful as, or even more powerful than, a Dragon King.

Several kilometers away, Nacho Salaman watched the scene unfold and muttered to himself.

“Kill him… Someone kill him!”

“He cannot be allowed to live any longer… He absolutely must die here!”

“He must die today! No matter the cost!”

“Four combat-type Dragon Kings… Leon Casmodé, you’re not leaving here alive!!”

Back with Rosvisser, the head maid Anna stared at the battlefield ahead and recognized the four Dragon Kings.

“Your Majesty… They are not like Bly and the other Dragon Kings who specialize in space magic. These ones are pure combat types. Each one of them surpasses even the Bright Star Dragon King, Staar, and now there are four of them…”

The flicker of hope that had just ignited in Rosvisser’s heart was instantly extinguished.

Rosvisser stood frozen in place.

She didn’t need Anna’s explanation. She could already feel the overwhelming, terrifying power of the four Dragon Kings.

Back then, it had taken both her and Leon working together to force Staar to self-destruct.

And now, Leon was facing four Dragon Kings, each just as strong as Staar, all by himself.

How strong would he need to be to end this nightmare?

On the battlefield, the pressure of the four Dragon Kings surged, their combined auras enough to shred any ordinary dragon into pieces.

But the small human figure standing in the center remained unshaken.

He even looked like he wanted to laugh.

“Has Nacho gone mad?”

“Four of us, just to kill one human?”

“I thought Bly and Jagus could handle it. Didn’t expect us to clean up this mess.”

“Less talk, more action. Kill him, or the Empire will deny everything.”

All four Dragon Kings raised their heads, gathering searing dragonfire in their mouths.

Dragonfire was the most basic and effective attack for dragons.

When a Dragon King’s power reached a certain level, they didn’t need complicated spells. A single blast of dragonfire was enough to destroy worlds.

At that moment, all four Dragon Kings unleashed their most powerful dragonfire attacks on Leon.

This level of attack could obliterate any being.

Even if Leon somehow survived, it wouldn’t matter.

Whether he died now or later, the outcome would be the same.

Four streams of dragonfire shot from four different directions, converging on Leon and engulfing him in a sea of flames within seconds.

“Haha… hahaha—”

“Die, Casmodé! Die!”

“Without your Black Gold Chariot to protect you, how will you survive this?”

“It’s over! It’s all over!”

“Leon Casmodé, finally erased from existence!”

Nacho Salaman knelt on the ground, fingers tangled in his hair, laughing hysterically.

The scorching flames burned the earth, and even from afar, Rosvisser could feel the hellish heat.

The heatwave lifted her silver hair. As a Dragon Queen, she knew how terrifying this attack was.

Rosvisser gritted her teeth, put Little Light down, and unfurled her wings. Dragging her severely injured and exhausted body, she tried to fly toward Leon.

But before she could take more than a few steps, her weak body gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

Shirley rushed forward to help her. “Your Majesty…”

“I have to find him. Let me go.”

Rosvisser pushed Shirley’s hand away.

“Leon… Leon… I’m going to find you… Please, don’t die… You must not die…”

Her voice grew weaker, and she could barely speak.

Still, Rosvisser forced herself to move, dragging her body inch by inch toward the inferno ahead.

The intense heat evaporated the tears from her eyes, but her gaze never wavered. She only saw the image of the man she loved, the man she was determined to reach.

“I’m coming… Leon, don’t leave me again… I beg you…”

At last, the clash of dragonfire triggered a massive explosion.

The resulting shockwave blasted Rosvisser and Shirley off the ground, throwing them through the air.

A gigantic mushroom cloud rose from the battlefield, like a second sun rising.

“Leon!!”

Before the flames had fully dissipated, one of the Dragon Kings heard Rosvisser’s desperate cry. He turned his head, spotting the scattered remnants of the Silver Dragon clan in the distance.

“So, the rumors are true… The Dragon Queen fell in love with that human. How disgraceful. But don’t worry, I’ll help you reunite with him—”

“Worry about yourself first, you filthy lizard.”

A brazen, arrogant voice came from within the flames.

All four Dragon Kings turned to the source of the voice.

The fire finally dissipated, revealing Leon, still standing.

Surrounding him was a skeletal blue lightning structure that protected him from the deadly flames. It was a glowing, crackling shield of raw power.

The skeleton radiated blue sparks of energy as it gradually faded, revealing Leon unharmed beneath it.

**S-Rank Lightning Magic: Xu Mi’s Shadow – Initial Form**

“I’m happily in love with my wife. Who gave you ugly freaks the right to judge?”

Leon dismissed the skeletal lightning structure and crouched slightly, readying his stance. Then, with a powerful push off the ground, he leapt high into the air.

“What—?!”

“How is this possible?! How did he survive?!”

“Kill him! Quickly! Burn him to ash again—”

“Wait, what is he doing?! What kind of technique is that—”

As Leon ascended into the sky, his right hand raised high above his head, pulling lightning from all around him. Thunder rumbled in the sky, and dark clouds began swirling ominously above.

The lightning crackled and surged, coalescing around Leon’s hand, growing stronger by the second. The sky above him roared as bolts of lightning danced through the clouds.

At that moment, Leon appeared as if he were a god of thunder descending upon the world. The raw, primal force of the storm obeyed his command.

The lightning gathered around Leon, slowly taking the shape of a lion behind him, its form growing more defined with every crackling surge of energy.

**S-Rank Lightning Magic: Dragon Slayer**

This was Leon’s signature move, a technique he had only used once before against Staar, the Bright Star Dragon King. Back then, Rosvisser and the other Silver Dragons had to help him create the storm clouds needed to perform it.

But now… he didn’t need any help.

As the saying goes: “If you want something done right, do it yourself.”

“That’s the technique he used to kill Staar! How is he doing it on his own?!”

“Stay calm! He can only strike once, and there are four of us! He can’t defeat us all at once!”

Just as one of the Dragon Kings finished speaking, Leon raised his left hand, and another bolt of lightning converged in his grip.

Before long…

“Two lions… We can still manage. At least it’s not three—”

*BOOM!*

A third lightning lion descended from the sky.

“What the hell? Is he even human?!”

The Dragon Kings were left speechless.

Six months ago, Leon had needed the help of others just to summon one lightning lion. And now, here he was, summoning three all on his own.

This can’t be real!

How is this something a mortal being can do?!

Leon continued drawing lightning from the sky. “What was it you said earlier? That I only had one lion, but you had four of you? Well… watch this.”

Another deafening clap of thunder echoed through the heavens.

A fourth lion of pure lightning formed and descended, roaring and crackling with energy.

The Dragon Kings were utterly petrified.

They stared blankly at the four lightning lions surrounding Leon, realizing just how insignificant their massive dragon bodies seemed in comparison.

“Can you believe it? Constantine actually survived a few rounds against him back then… And we can’t even put up a fight.”

“Has Constantine gotten stronger?”

“Who knows… No one will ever find out.”

The four lightning lions circled Leon, their growls reverberating through the battlefield as the Dragon Kings murmured their final words.

Leon listened to them with detached indifference and responded coolly.

“At the time, I hadn’t exercised in a while, so I used Constantine for practice. Took me a bit longer than usual.”

“Did that make you think he was strong?”

“Hah… what a joke.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter now. You can all go to hell and ask him yourselves.”

With that, Leon swung his arm, sending the lightning lions roaring toward the four Dragon Kings.

They roared, fought back, and struggled with all their might.

But it was pointless.

Leon walked calmly away from the battlefield, ignoring the destruction and chaos behind him. The lightning boomed and exploded in his wake, but he didn’t even glance back.

At that moment, there was only one thing on Leon’s mind—the image of his wife.

Leon approached Rosvisser, who stood there, overwhelmed.

Their eyes met after so long apart, and no one dared interrupt their reunion.

After what felt like an eternity, Rosvisser finally spoke.

“Leon…”

Leon extended his hand, meeting her gaze.

“Let’s go home, Rosvisser,” he said, slowly and clearly.

It was just like long ago, when Leon had fled the Empire after dealing with traitors and found himself at a dead end, only to have Rosvisser appear before him like an angel and lead him home.

That time, Rosvisser had taken Leon home.

Now, it was Leon’s turn.