Chapter 451: Iver & Araleth

Chapter 451: Iver & Araleth

Chapter 451: Iver & Araleth

On a far-distant planet, a brown dragon was fleeing across the sky. His expression was heavy as he constantly scanned his surroundings. The sky was blood red. Below, the ground is ruined and filled with countless cracks and crevices.

Occasionally, he would fly over the corpses of Gods and Dragons alike. This world was already destroyed, and all of that was because of a rampage of a single Dragoness.

A flashing light pierced through the clouds, causing his eyes to widen in shock. He hastily evaded the attack as a grey metal spear zoomed by his side and exploded on the ground, creating more crevices.

"D-Damn It, Iver! Stop this madness!" He cursed but did not dare stop.

His attacker did not reply. Her figure appeared in the sky above him, parting the clouds. Her silver-colored scales were dyed red with blood. Her eyes gleamed with madness as she glared at him, causing shivers to run down his spine.

The brown Dragon cursed his luck and turned to face her. His mouth opened as he readied a Dragon breath attack. Iver seemed to anticipate that. She immediately launched a breath attack of her own.

The two Dragon breaths collided mid-air, creating a massive shockwave that rippled through the sky and ground alike. It parted the clouds and caused the ground to explode.

Iver remained calm and steadied herself mid-air. The brown Dragon, on the other hand, was sent crashing to the ground. Right before he touched down, a sudden metal spire sprung from under him and impaled him through the chest. Iver coldly watched the scene with a sneer before she flew down toward him.

"U-Urgh, you m-monster!" The brown Dragon coughed blood. He could feel her mana rampaging through his body, preventing him from healing himself.

"Your feeble attempt to oppose the King with such little power is truly lamentable. May your weakness be cursed for leading you down this path," Iver coldly spoke before she swung her tail, decapitating the traitor in one swift motion.

Her emotions were still running high, so she raised her head and let out a frustrated roar that resounded across the devasted planet. How many has It been? She lost count already.

Everything happened so suddenly.

The death of her mate.

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The emergence of the traitors.

"My husband is still occupied. I will be taking his place," she said calmly.

Most of the Dragons gathered around the table frowned but seemed to hesitate In speaking against her. All, except for one who looked like a frail old lady.

"You hold no more power in this council, Araleth."

Araleth smiled gently and leaned over the table, "Oh dear, It seems like you grew fangs In my absence," she said playfully.

The old Dragoness was quickly taken aback and frowned, "You know what I mean, White Death."

Araleth frowned before speaking, "I'd appreciate It If you did not call me by that embarrassing title," though her words were calm, the aura she was exuding caused all those present to hold their breath.

"Enough," A middle-aged-looking dragon with red hair and equally red eyes interrupted. "We are not here to argue," he paused and glanced at the old woman, "Nor are we here to bring out old grievances."

Araleth smiled, "Why thank you," she said and glanced at those present, "I have no intention of coming back to this council. I'm here to fulfill my duty to the King, and once that Is done, I will leave," she paused and looked at the old woman, "And I hope I won't have another reason to come back here again."

Although the mood was heavy, no one argued. Alareth nodded In satisfaction before continuing, "Most of the traitors have been taken care of. Arsal and my daughter-in-law are taking care of the minor planets."

"Was It necessary to destroy them?" A blue-haired Dragoness asked.

"Of course It was! We've left those bastards grow unchecked for long enough!" Another Dragon answered.

"Most of those worlds were minor ones, filled with mortals," Another Dragon replied while shaking his head.

"A necessary sacrifice!" Another one chimed in.

Watching the table delve into a heated debate, Araleth felt her headache grow. Although she was putting on a brave front, her Injuries were still not fully healed, otherwise she would be the one out there fighting while Hadeon would be taking care of things over here.

Not to mention, most of the main members were not even here. She cursed inwardly. What a mess, leaving me to take care of a bunch of younglings. I'd rather see my cute grandchildren instead. She inwardly sighed.