However, just because one wanted something did not mean that they would always get it. As Draco fought with all his might, he was continually pushed to the brink and forced to cough volumes of blood as his HP shot down then forcibly shot back up due to him forcefully infusing himself with blood.
His face was grim, but there was not much worry in his heart, only anger and boiling hatred. Even right now, he was constantly receiving pings from Shuangtian and Eva who were thoroughly furious beyond reason, wanting to come over and freely unleash their power to end these fellows.
However, Draco had purposefully taken off his Morningstar Heart as well as blocked the space around him using his Space branch to prevent the two from coming over.
As a man, he had no problem taking a beating because he knew he would rise above it later. But you would be caught dead having him allow himself to watch his beloved wives get beat along with him.
Now that Scimitar had highlighted the issue, Draco understood that there was no winning here. He could only ensure his life and that his account would not be deleted by the power of these Origin Gods, but everything else was up in the air.
Not to mention that he still had a great many scruples. If even he couldn't ensure his success in front of Origin Gods, then his loved ones in the main plane were immensely unsafe.
Somehow, Draco had the feeling that had he not developed the Morningstar World, his inner universe, and kept everyone there, his family would long have been kidnapped and used to force him out by these fellows.
Now that they had moved to the Divine Realm, it was likely that only the presence of Eva and Shuangtian who were still there that stayed their hands. If they teleported and came here, who would protect those behind?
The one other reason was that Eva and Shuangtian were not as... reasonable... as he, Draco was. When the two beauties were crossed - one Empress and one Goddess - the price to pay would be felt by everyone regardless of which side you were on.
They would definitely unleash their bloodline to full power without caring about the consequences, which would cause a cataclysm in the entire void nexus and Digital Universe, killing all the Origin Gods and all beings of all realms.
Draco, despite being angry and full of hate, was the type to swallow his grievance and smile amiably, but when his revenge came, it was swift and unforgettable.
These Origin Gods would certainly remember him forever once their time came.
As they whaled on him, Draco was knocked like a dog throughout the void, his direction strangely seeming familiar. The Origin Gods hitting him over and over were putting their full effort, unleashing their Origin Laws and power in ways they had never before.
After all, at their realm, full-power battles were scarce because they were too risky. They worked too hard to reach this level of power just to fight and possibly risk being ambushed by the orioles lurking behind.
When had they ever had a 'punching bag'; that was this resilient? Even the best Semi-Origin God could only last a few blows before dying, and any being with actual Eternal power would beat them to death.
Their faces were flushed and their eyes shone with joy, trying all sorts of combos on Draco, who could on receive them. For that matter, the Origin Gods also felt a tinge of horror because they noticed that the fellow's skill in using his bloodline to fight back was rising rapidly.
If they were gaining, say, 1 point of experience for every attack on Draco, then the fellow was gaining 100 points of experience!
Some attacks that actually broke through his defenses and caused him to spit blood one moment would be painstakingly deflected by him the next, forcing them to up the ante.
"We can't let this continue! If he truly masters his abilities to an elementary level, it would be our turn to die! Stop holding back!" Malice roared with a hint of fear in his eyes.
None of them were the slightest bit tired, wounded, or burdened, yet the fellow was on the ropes constantly, the slightest mistake could cause him to perish. How could they waver at this point?
When they let their Origin Energy surge through their bodies, they found that there was a tiny black fog in their minds that was subtly influencing them which they resolutely quashed. Their eyes turned to Draco who was still grinning at them and they couldn't help but feel a chill.
This fellow was too dangerous!
Even though his overall strength was lacking, his combat sense and cunning were too strong! He had to be killed at all costs!
Draco looked at Cruelty who alerted the others and ruined his small plan with a strange smile. "Do you have any loved ones? People you care about?"
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Draco shook his head profusely. "No, No, it is. After all, you see..."
Just like he had shown Shuro, Draco displayed an absolutely filthy and euphoric smile that would cause any onlooker to have goosebumps.
"... I can't wait to meet them and show them how much fun they will have in my hands."
Cruelty's eyes became slightly red as he understood what Draco was trying to say. There were few beings without loved ones, especially he who was from the War Maniac Pavilion. He had a bevy of beauties and his own clan, with multiple sons, daughters, and even favored grandchildren.
Could he protect them all the time? Even if he could so what? If Draco was not killed here today and managed to escape, he could grow his power one day and return to not only capture him, but his entire family!
"The same goes for all of you. You'd better add some more oomph to your fists of love, because I, Draco, return everything a hundredfold!" Draco stated with unsuppressed malice, staring down the Origin Gods.
Hearing his words, his foes felt a veritable chill and then became enraged. The battle immediately resumed, but it was immediately one of desperation as they did everything to slaughter their foe, even working together in ways they never would have before.
Draco laughed continually even as he spat blood and was beaten about miserably, because they were never able to take his HP below the 1 point threshold to achieve the kill they wanted.
Hours passed of this continuous fighting, enough that Draco's body began to crack and shatter like glass in various places despite being of flesh and blood, yet the young man was not worried in the least.
After all, his goal had been achieved!
The Origin Gods, who had exerted themselves all this time, were still not fatigued as their level of life and energy were inexhaustible, but they quickly noticed something awry when they finally looked around.
"This huge realm barrier... not, it can't be!!" Scimitar glanced around suspiciously then cried out with shock.
Draco roared with triumphant laughter as he leaped backwards, his front facing the Origin Gods before him.
"Thanks for the ride home, darlings. Unfortunately, you can't come in for a cup of coffee!"