Episode 707
Arthur Draker frowned at Zeke’s provocation.
“Destroy me? Ha! Go ahead and try if you can!”
A radiant light emanated from Arthur Draker, threatening to engulf Terracan Draker, who was bound to a cruciform frame.
Yet Zeke, wielding Excalibur, stood his ground, unfazed.
Just then, something shot rapidly from behind Arthur Draker.
Roar!
It was the Shadow Dragon Bahamut, who had crossed dimensions with Zeke.
Bahamut flew at a furious speed, jaws wide open, unleashing a shadowy aura that neutralized the light threatening Terracan Draker.
Arthur Draker’s face twisted with rage as he shouted, “A mere shell of a dragon!”
He turned, ready to hurl a spear of light at the charging Bahamut.
But Zeke seized the moment.
In an instant, he closed the distance, aiming to drive his sword into Arthur Draker’s back, where wings of light unfurled.
Boom!
The wings of light surged upward, trying to block Zeke, but the brilliant light surrounding Excalibur pierced through, striking Arthur Draker’s back.
“Aaargh!”
Momentarily distracted by Bahamut, Arthur Draker had left himself open to Zeke’s deadly attack.
The light enveloping him exploded outward like a supernova.
Boom!
Zeke reached out toward the blazing light that threatened to consume the entire abandoned continent, casting a galaxy of stars to shield it.
In that moment, Bahamut swooped in, snatching Terracan Draker from the cruciform frame.
Whoosh!
Arthur Draker, seeing Bahamut flying away with Terracan Draker in its jaws, roared in fury.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
He extended his hand, revealing chains of light connected to Terracan Draker’s frame.
The taut chains halted Bahamut mid-flight.
As Bahamut stopped, dozens of light chains shot out from the frame, wrapping around Bahamut.
Clang!
Now both Terracan Draker and Bahamut were bound by Arthur Draker.
Arthur Draker, his anger replaced by a satisfied grin, taunted Zeke.
“Zeke Draker, both your father and mother are in my grasp. Defy me, and your father’s soul and your mother’s body will be destroyed!”
Holding Terracan Draker and Bahamut hostage, Arthur Draker tried to coerce Zeke.
Zeke shook his head at Arthur Draker.
“Arthur Draker, there was a time I looked up to you. Despite your unjust deeds, I thought there was something admirable about you as a knight.”
A powerful aura surged from Zeke, stronger than ever, overwhelming even the might of Metatron.
Zeke, his eyes glowing with a golden light, continued, “But you’re nothing more than a petty dreamer, hiding your lack of skill and self-esteem behind the facade of a perfect knight.”
Arthur Draker, gritting his teeth, shouted back, “You insolent bastard! Without my will, you wouldn’t even exist here!”
Zeke nodded. “Yes, you should have killed me back then, when I was a helpless infant, or before I found the power of the immortal.”
Rumble!
Zeke’s divine aura began to dominate the space around them.
Arthur Draker, though startled by Zeke’s power, clung to his composure, gripping the chains of light.
“You’re bluffing because you’re worried about the hostages. Zeke, I know you better than anyone. You may deny it, but with your parents in my hands, you’re anxious.”
Zeke slowly raised his hand. “Arthur Draker, you’re right. I am emotional and caught up in trivial feelings. I do care about them.”
Arthur Draker’s eyes widened in surprise at Zeke’s candid admission.
Zeke looked at him and said, “That’s why I sought power stronger than anyone else’s—to protect those I hold dear.”
With those words, Zeke snapped his fingers.
Snap!
Instantly, the chains binding Terracan and Bahamut shattered.
Crack!
Freed from the chains, Bahamut soared into the sky with Terracan in its jaws.
Arthur Draker, in disbelief, shouted, “How is this possible…?!”
Rumble!
Zeke’s divine aura surrounded Arthur Draker, while his own light began to fade.
Zeke spoke, “Metatron’s light was originally that of the proud savior, the ‘Self-Luminous One,’ Lucifer.”
Lucifer, the first to defy the primordial light, had fallen and lost most of his powers.
Metatron inherited Lucifer’s powers, seeking to become the creator of a new world in place of the primordial light.
Zeke, watching Arthur Draker’s diminishing light, said, “A false light imitating the primordial light can illuminate nothing. And you, not even Metatron, think you can wield it with your wretched soul?”
Arthur Draker, enraged by Zeke’s words, spread his wings of light.
“Silence!”
He forced back Zeke’s divine aura, causing his light to explode once more.
Crackle!
The surroundings were engulfed in a storm of light, destructive bolts striking everywhere.
They targeted Zeke’s ark and other ships, but were stopped by the wall of stars.
Arthur Draker’s light was absorbed into the galaxy, shining only as tiny starlight.
Rumble!
Arthur Draker’s body, grotesquely swollen, began to crack under the strain, just as Zeke had said.
The divine sword embedded in his chest vibrated violently.
Arthur Draker, struggling to hold his crumbling body together, forcibly drew on Metatron’s power.
“I will never forgive you.”
Zeke saw Arthur Draker’s wretched soul clearly.
A soul that had amassed power through deceit and manipulation, it was dry and hollow.
Arthur Draker couldn’t help but feel inferior to Zeke, who faced adversity without fear and moved forward.
He felt dwarfed by Zeke’s strong soul, so different from his own.
“Die!”
Arthur Draker, engulfed in light, charged at Zeke.
Boom!
Arthur Draker, becoming a massive spear, rushed toward Zeke.
Zeke raised Excalibur, assuming a stance.
It was the dragon-slaying technique he had learned when he first held a sword in the cradle.
The first and last technique Arthur Draker had personally taught him.
Hum!
Zeke’s sword resonated with the entire dimension.
As Arthur Draker charged, intent on obliterating Zeke’s soul, Zeke swung his sword slowly.
Dragon-Slaying Technique
Chapter 1, Verse 1
Heavenly Slash
Zeke’s sword unleashed the first form of the dragon-slaying technique.
A simple horizontal slash, but the Heavenly Slash from Zeke’s sword was on a different level.
Slash!
The sky above the abandoned continent split along the arc of the sword.
Beyond the rift, a universe filled with countless stars was revealed.
Simultaneously, the massive spear of light Arthur Draker had become began to crack.
Just as the sky split, the spear of light created by Arthur Draker’s body fractured.
Shatter!
The light enveloping Arthur Draker’s body began to disperse in radiant fragments.
Arthur Draker, charging at Zeke, halted, revealing his body hidden within the light.
“Ugh…”
The body, crafted from the four archangels, had already turned to stone and was crumbling.
The body, reinforced with a black star in the chest, was breaking and cracking.
The divine sword embedded in Arthur Draker’s heart vibrated violently.
As his body crumbled, Metatron’s power, trapped within the sword, raged in protest.
Arthur Draker, his body fractured and broken, stood face to face with Zeke.
He looked at Zeke and spoke, his voice a mere whisper.
“Zeke… I…”
Zeke gazed at him, recalling the Arthur Draker of the past—the one who had discarded him as useless long ago. Once the head of the Draker family and a feared conqueror, Arthur had been a towering, intimidating figure. But now, he was a shadow of his former self, clinging desperately to a fading existence.
Zeke took a step closer, his voice steady and resolute.
“Arthur Draker, it’s time for you to disappear.”
With those words, Arthur’s body began to crumble, disintegrating into nothingness. But in that moment, Arthur grasped the divine sword embedded in his heart and glared at Zeke.
“You… never…”
With sheer will, Arthur held his disintegrating form together and pulled the sword from his heart. As he did, his wretched soul finally vanished. Yet, the spirit of Metatron, sealed within the sword, was released and took over the space left behind.
A thunderous roar echoed as Arthur’s nearly destroyed body began to regenerate, as if time itself was reversing. The scattered remnants of angels adhered to Metatron’s cracked form, though the fractures remained.
Despite the imperfect state, Metatron, now fully occupying Arthur’s body, spoke with a chilling voice.
“Zeke Draker… you are an impurity. I will eradicate you…”
Metatron, too, harbored a deep-seated hatred for Zeke, and the divine sword in his hand began to resonate violently, its surface cracking to reveal something within.
From the fissures emerged traces of the Chaos God, once sealed within the sword, exuding a twisted causality that asserted its presence. This chaotic force enveloped Metatron’s fragile body.
As the power of the Chaos God merged with Metatron’s form, tentacles with eyes and teeth began to sprout from the cracks.
Metatron, once hailed as the “Most Noble of the Heavens,” had willingly embraced the Chaos God’s power, transforming his body into an abomination. Freed from the constraints of natural law, his form grew larger and more grotesque, matching the might of his soul.
The radiant wings of light morphed into tentacles dripping with slime, and his body became a mass of writhing organic matter. With his transformed body, Metatron extended his arms, and a massive mouth appeared in the sky Zeke had split open.
As the mouth gaped wide, it formed a chasm like an abyss. Zeke furrowed his brow at the sight of the sky’s gaping maw.
“What is that…?”
From the abyss, countless otherworldly creatures began to emerge. Zeke recognized them instantly. Twisted by the chaotic causality, these beings were none other than the angels of the celestial realm, now transformed into abominations.