Dragon King: Throne of Demons and Gods
Chapter 125: Dragon’s Wrath: Belzerion Awakens

Chapter 125: Dragon’s Wrath: Belzerion Awakens

The battlefield had become complete chaos. Above, a swirling storm darkened the void, black clouds twisting with arcs of lightning like serpents coiled in the sky.

At its origin, the monster rising the Void Orb, letting it float above his palm.

It shimmered, shifting shapes, first a spear, then a scythe, then a hammer, before snapping into a jagged blade.

Without hesitation, Bel hurled it skyward.

The orb split, dozens of shimmering fragments scattering like stars, burying themselves into the clouds.

Bel flew high into the air, arms spread wide, then slowly lowered them.

In that instant, the storm answered. From the dark clouds, lightning fell, each bolt wrapped around a shard of the Void Orb, crashing down like spears.

Each strike shattered the land, creating giant explosion.

The King moved fast, dodging between the falling blasts, his body weaving through the destruction.

He readied his sword to slash upward, but lightning crashed around him, giant bolts forming a cage of electricity, trapping him in.

Bel descended, dragging a massive bolt of lightning down with him, aiming it like a spear.

He struck from above, the impact exploding in a burst of light and sound that rocked the entire battlefield.

The King was thrown backward by the blast, his body tumbling through the air.

Bel extended his arm, and the shards of the Void Orb floated back into his hand, reforming smoothly into a crackling whip.

He swung it fast, the whip tore through the air at lightning speed, dragging thunder behind it like a roaring storm.

It lashed toward the King, but the King raised his sword, and the red and blue particles surged outward, swirling around him like a shield.

The whip coiled around him, but the particles absorbed its energy, wrapping it harmlessly.

The King swung his sword, releasing a slash of swirling energy toward Bel.

But Bel was already high above, four glowing blue orbs spinning around him. He raised his hand, channeling power.

A massive beam of water shot down from the sky, slamming into the ground with explosive force.

The impact erupted like an ocean explosion, water bursting outward in a colossal wave that flooded the battlefield, as if a sea had formed from nothing.

Bel flew above the new sea, watching the swirling water below.

Suddenly, a surge of power rippled across the ocean.

His gaze snapped to a distant point where a whirlpool formed, spinning fast.

The water inside turned blue and red, and then a wave of energy spread out, transforming the entire sea into glowing mist.

Bel frowned.

"What kind of power is that?"

The King stood still in the mist, staring up at him. Slowly, the King raised his hand.

The entire world around them turned yellow, and cracks spiderwebbed through space itself. Everything shattered like glass.

Bel dropped from the sky, disoriented, tumbling. He flinched, steadying himself.

"... What the... Was that an attack?"

He looked up, patting his chest.

The King remained still, his arm still raised. Then he opened his hand, revealing a black core pulsing with ominous energy.

Bel observed him, momentarily intrigued, then, his eyes widened.

[Heart of Ruin]

The Heart of Ruin pulsed ominously in the King’s hand, each throb sending faint ripples across the world.

Bel hovered above, frozen for a heartbeat, his breath caught in his throat.

Then, a message flashed before his eyes.

[Condition met: The King of Titans acknowledges your power. Entering Phase 2.]

Bel’s eyes widened as several red pentagrams formed in the air, each one swirling, spinning faster with every second.

The King lifted his other hand. A second core materialized, glowing deep purple, dark energy swirling inside.

Slowly, both cores floated outward, positioning themselves atop a massive scale of light that formed between them. The balance trembled.

The cores glowed brighter. The scale tilted slightly.

Another notification blinked in front of Bel.

[The King of Titans is evolving into his complete form.]

[New Quest: Defeat ????, Bearer of the Sins.]

[Warning: If the balance tilts in king’s favor, the Balance of Justice will erase the bearer’s heart.]

A powerful blast erupted from the King’s body, the force slamming outward like a shockwave.

Bel landes lightly on his feet. He raised his head, staring forward.

The King stood still, but his armor was cracking. Light leaked through the fractures, warm and soft, spreading outward like a gentle breeze.

The aura washed over Bel, brushing his skin.

He frowned.

"...Yeah," he muttered under his breath, "it really was too easy. But this..."

A deep rumble echoed.

The surface of the pentagrams glowed faintly, and then... they opened.

One after another, colossal forms emerged.

Wings unfurling with a slow majesty, their scales shimmering.

Their eyes burned like gold.

The beasts from legends, a swarm of dragons.

They rose into the air, spreading across the horizon like a living calamities, their roars making the stars tremble.

On the ground below, the King’s armor shattered completely.

The fragments fell away, clattering like broken glass.

Beneath the armor stood a figure no longer decayed, no longer crumbling. His body was whole, flawless.

The King lifted his face.

Light caught the contours of his skin.

Bel’s breath hitched.

He was staring at... himself.

The King’s face. His face.

Bel’s reflection gazed back at him, calm, radiant beneath the fractured helmet’s last pieces.

The storm above rumbled louder, dragons circling them.

The final trial had begun.

Lightning split the world momentarily, illuminating the battlefield where Bel and the King were facing each other.

Bel shifted back, steady, watching as the King stepped forward.

Their feet pressed the cracked earth, and in a blink they clashed, fists, kicks, bursts of energy.

Each strike sent shockwaves rippling, their battle moving from air to ground to sky again.

Lightning split the clouds as Bel countered, fire trailed behind the King’s sweeping blows.

They launched themselves through the storm, trading explosive hits that tore pieces from the battlefield, neither gaining ground, both locked in a relentless, escalating stalemate.

Suddenly, the King’s eyes gleamed. The world around them turned yellow. Cracks spiderwebbed through the air itself.

Bel felt a shift in his body. His stats flickered.

[Warning: HP -5%] [Warning: Mana -10%] [Warning: Stamina -8%]

Bel’s gaze remained steady as he analyzed.

"He’s draining me again..." he thought.

He steadied his breathing, reinforcing his aura calmly. The energy loss crawled against his regeneration, but with his draconic form, he was working against himself.

"So this is this yellow attack..."

But before he could act, a roar.

A dragon’s jaw opened right behind him and exhaled a beam of fire, carving a canyon through the sky.

Bel moved at lightning speed, narrowly dodging. Another blast raked across his side, searing his body.

The dragons attacked in formation, their wings stirring cyclones, their breathes trailing arcs of elementals destruction.

Bel was everywhere, dodging, weaving, countering with bursts of lightning and flame.

Every step, every flap of his wings left trails of burning energy.

He swung a lightning blade, cleaving a dragon’s neck, only for another to crash down from above.

He couldn’t stop moving. Each second still was death.

"Damn it...!" Bel grit his teeth as another claw scraped past his shoulder.

He summoned a tidal wave, crashing it upward to block the dragons’ descent. Fire met water, exploding into steam.

But the dragons didn’t stop.

They pierced through, their bodies glowing, charging beams of concentrated breath.

Bel narrowed his eyes. Sparks danced around him.

[Bolt Mode: ACTIVATED]

Lightning enveloped his body, crackling violently. He vanished.

A flash. Then another. Then a hundred more.

Bel tore through the dragons like a living storm. Each strike was a streak of lightning splitting their scales, each movement faster than sound. One dragon fell. Then another. Then three more.

But in the chaos...

A shadow appeared behind him.

Bel turned, too late.

A clawed hand pierced through his back, curling around his heart.

Bel froze, his breath caught.

He looked down.

The King stood behind him, wings spreading from his back, his claws closing tight around Bel’s heart, holding it aloft as if plucking a fragile jewel.

The dragons circled, roaring triumphantly.

Bel’s chest convulsed. Purple blood dripped from his lips. His eyes trembled.

Then...

[Pressure: 95 → 110]

[Draconic Core: 95% → 100%]

A pulse.

[Core completed.] [New Trait Unlocked: Dragon’s Wrath]

Bel’s pupils narrowed into slits.

A low rumble began in his chest.

Then, a blinding explosion of purple light erupted from his body, flinging the King backward, the dragons knocked away like leaves in a hurricane.

The air trembled.

The dragons regrouped, spreading their wings, their throats glowing as they gathered their ultimate breath.

But then...

A roar.

A sound so powerful it bent the air, distorted color, shook the void. The dragons faltered, their breath caught mid-charge.

The roar vibrated through their bones, silencing the battlefield.

And from the center of the storm, where the light blazed brightest, Bel emerged, with a whole new appearance.

A colossal wyvern, bigger than most of the dragons, scales black as night with veins glowing violet, wings stretching across the sky.

Horns curled from his head, eyes burning deep purple.

He opened his maw.

The roar that followed was like an eruption.

The air itself trembled. The ground beneath quaked violently.

Above, lightning surged in chaotic webs, flashing brighter, faster, striking down like falling stars.

Flames burst from the broken earth, geysers of fire erupting alongside pillars of lightning.

In that moment, standing before the swarm of dragons, it wasn’t the rising demon lord Bel, but the Dragon King, Belzerion.