Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur glanced again on top of his head to see the circles grew to a frightening number of a hundred.

"Shouldn't you preserve your energy for later? Even killing me won't make you escape the retaliation of my armies."

"An empty threat coming from a dead dragonair. Sigh, it's always an awful job to hunt one of your kin down, yet you are such a weak person with meager personal and follower strength. The only one here to possibly pose a threat to me is you, and now you are going to die."

The next moment the madman held the staff with both hands and Arthur noticed the bulging veins on his face. The next moment the aura around him changed, like the aura of an ancient beast waking up from slumber.

And then a huge beast appeared, it was like a giant with a dozen eyes, a very ugly looking face, and two teeth only appearing from his dummy looking mouth.

It appeared, and it was in a mere phantom shape yet the world around them rumbled. Arthur felt the same dreadful aura coming from this phantom like the one that came from the monster his master just hunted.

"If the master was here he would be very pleased," he shook his head while his eyes showed a strange reaction… he wasn't giving up, he was planning to annex that strong man to make him his own puppet.

"Killing you is a mere snap of my fingers," Ronald shouted with a strange laugh.

"Killing you is a waste, and much trouble I don't want to go into," Arthur replied back, while his mind was now filled with many scenarios, where he was trying to find not only a way out but also a means to enslave and control this Ronald.

"Just give up, I was supposed to intervene and kill you at the previous gathering yet you managed to summon that despicable identity of the bronzed giants. If not for him, you would have been long dead kid."

Arthur didn't reply and Ronald didn't speak anymore. It was apparent how taxing this was upon him. the sweat droplets started to ooze from his body while his body started to shake while he didn't look well.

It was so hard upon him to use this curse here in this lower realm, fighting against the weak world's will to enforce the curse upon Arthur.

The scene was watched by everyone, while shouts of cries and despair were heard from far, back from the city, coming from sounds he hardly could recognize.

The more time passed, the stronger the traction force Ronald had until he was able to finally move the huge number of circles to descend, one by one, upon Arthur.

"Boom!"

The first circle hit him making him feel like a mountain just fell upon his body. his body sank towards the ground, heavily hitting it and creating a deep crater.

And the next moment another circle hit him, and another, and they kept hitting him one by one like a blizzard.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

The first few circles Arthur had the strength to roar and struggle against them, yet when he was hit with the twentieth circle, his voice disappeared entirely, while he lay motionless at the bottom of this pit while receiving the hits.

And the circles kept descending one by one, mercilessly slamming hard with his body.

"Hahaha, the first dozens act against your strong body, and the rest act to curse your soul. You should be able to hear me out boy, the worst hasn't yet come, hahahaha."

Ronald's voice and sinister laughs echoed in the whole world. the entire city and areas around it where many fights were going suddenly ushered under complete silence.

This was the fight that would decide the fate of this entire war, either Arthur died and everything he did so far would be in vain, or he would miraculously survive and thus their assault here would be doomed.

So not only the city residents, Arthur friends, and the villagers who gathered up here over time were silent, even the enemies as well were.

All prayed, each with different goals. The place was completely silent and seemed dead except from those large circles that kept descending without pause over the ground, and these sinister loud laughs of Ronald.

He was getting weaker, it was apparent to everyone, but no one had the strength or the ability to target him. Everyone inside Arthur's faction was either praying or falling on his knees crying.

All hoped for a miracle to descend, despite knowing that miracles abandoned this world a long time ago.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Hahaha, ninety five, ninety six, c'mon there's only a couple left, hahaha… ninety nine, and one hundred!"

Ronald had already flown to be so near the place of the pit, while his body grew weaker that he couldn't even support his flying body anymore. So he descended, stood on the edge of the pit, while panting for breath while observing the dead silent body of Arthur at the bottom of the pit.

Arthur had long lost his dragonair's body, and that was acceptable as the curse worked and entirely suppressed his bloodline.

"You know you made me take all this trouble just to make sure you won't summon your nasty bronze giant person again. sigh, I hope they will pay me well for your head."

He then didn't delay, cancelled the summoning of his monster while standing on the ground using the staff. This time he used it as a stick while walking to the edge and taking out one small pill before consuming it.

The pill pushed some energy into his body, enough for him to jump off the edge falling towards the dead body of Arthur. The staff suddenly disappeared and a big sharp axe appeared instead.

He grabbed the long thick rounded handle made out of a special kind of wood before swaying it behind his arched back, waiting for the moment he got near Arthur's body to decapitate him.

In front of everyone, Ronald jumped off the edge of the pit, removing his staff and replacing a big axe instead. The next moment he disappeared into the veiled depth of the pit, while all they heard after a few long stressful moments was this.

"Boom!"