Blade of the Goddess-Chapter 200

The Necro-Dragon was a colossal beast—so vast that even Drakoth, in his full dragon form, seemed insignificant by comparison. It was like placing Earth beside Neptune—monstrous in both scale and presence.

Its lair, a gargantuan volcano, was the largest Zion had ever laid eyes on. It dominated the horizon, its jagged mouth stretched across the skyline, and its peak pierced the stratosphere like a blackened spear aimed at the heavens.

The air was choked with negative mana—thick, suffocating, and so saturated in malevolence that it disrupted Zion’s natural control over his own power. Even channeling mana felt like forcing light through a sea of shadows.

"And you expect me to climb that?" Zion asked, looking at Lilith with a furrowed brow. "Can’t I just, I don’t know, walk right through the front door?"

She slapped him on the back of the head. "And where do you think the ’front door’ is?"

"Not at the top, that’s for sure." He replied, rubbing the part of his head that was stinging.

Lilith sighed, "Listen. For someone as weak as yourself,"

’Damn! I’m probably the strongest in the middle realm, and she’s calling me weak.’

"Flying up there will take a lot of power, especially with how dense the negative mana is here. You’ll be spending more effort trying to fly or even teleport up there than you would be if you just climbed."

Zion looked up, the volcano’s peak not even being in sight because of how tall it was, then he smiled.

"Tessa, have you finished working on the negative-mana converters?" He asked

[Yup. I finished a while ago.]

"Great! This will make things a lot easier."

By this point, Lilith was used to him speaking to himself and sometimes Aryah. Aryah never really came out when Lilith was around, as her presence was too suffocating for a spirit to handle, being a creature of pure mana and all.

"What’s a negative mana converter?" Lilith asked

"My ticket up the mountain."

"Volcano." She corrected

"Same thing, one just has magma blow its top off."

"Zion. Trust me. Just don’t fly up there. The Necro-Dragon isn’t a weak monster, and expending your energy before reaching the top wouldn’t be a wise-"

"Yeah, that’s cool. Bye." He interrupted her, donned his armor, and blasted off into the sky.

The nanoparticles shifted and reformed, constructing rocket thrusters on the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet. Twin turbines extended from his back, while compact rocket jets emerged along his calves—igniting in unison and propelling him higher into the sky like a living missile.

"Activate the negative mana converter." freewebnσvel.cѳm

[Activated.]

Red lines pulsed across his suit as it absorbed the dense negative mana. They shifted to blue, then blazed white, fully converting the corrupted energy into pure, refined mana.

"Blast off!"

Multiple sonic booms cracked through the sky as Zion launched upward, a white streak ripping through the clouds that were made of condensed negative mana with impossible speed. In moments, he reached the summit of the colossal volcano, hovering high above the slumbering Necro-Dragon and the crystal it guarded—the very one Zion had come to destroy.

The dragon was grey, and its scales and flesh were rotting. It was as if the negative mana was eating away at its life force.

"Hehe, let’s have some fun, shall we?" He extended his arm, lined it up with the dragon, then fired a missile.

The missile shot from Zion’s suit streaked through the air, slamming into the Necro-Dragon’s scaly chest—and vanished without a mark. Zion expected that. He knew it wouldn’t do anything. But the beast stirred.

A guttural growl rose, then exploded into a roar so loud the ground trembled beneath their feet. The fractured volcanic land cracked and shuddered with the force.

Zion clapped his hands once. A shockwave shot out, colliding with the dragon’s roar and canceling it out, and silence fell.

"Hey! Not too loud. Use your inside voice."

The Necro-Dragon snarled, four massive wings unfurling, taloned legs digging into the jagged ground. It lunged.

Zion moved fast, his size small compared to the giant dragon. He dodged the first swipe of a talon, rolling past with a spray of rock and neon-green lava. The dragon’s tail whipped behind him, but Zion twisted just in time to avoid the crushing blow.

He unleashed a burst of power from his nanotech suit—missiles, blades, lasers—all aimed at the beast’s rotting flesh and exposed bone. The dragon roared in pain, but the attacks barely left a scratch.

"Fuck, I gotta upgrade my weapons once I’m back home."

[Zion! Move!]

Black fire spat from the dragon’s maw, the air shimmering with deadly heat. Zion barely dove out of range before the flames atomized a chunk of earth where he’d just stood.

"Holy shit! Did its breath attack just atomize the ground?!"

[Be careful, I’m not sure your regeneration can bring you back from that!]

"Hopefully, we don’t find out."

The battle raged. Zion struck with runes glowing on his skin, holy power thrumming through his veins. His sword of forms shifted shape mid-air—now a spear, now a blade—cutting deep whenever it found soft tissue beneath the decay.

The dragon’s wings were beating thunderously, knocking Zion into the jagged rocks, the impact rattling his bones. The dragon’s four legs pounded the ground, sending shockwaves, forcing Zion to leap high or dive low.

Despite the difficult fight, Zion pushed forward, combining his runic body and apostle form. His aura flared brightly, a sharp contrast against the endless night.

He summoned a vortex of wind and lightning, spinning around the dragon, striking from every angle. The necro-dragon reared back, flames bursting from all four mouths in a terrifying display.

Zion barely blocked the firestorm with the Staff of Magic, feeling the searing heat crawl up his arms.

But the dragon’s strength was relentless. One brutal swipe sent Zion crashing into a broken pillar of black stone. Pain radiated through his body, but he rose.

He gritted his teeth and launched himself skyward, climbing through the air, poisoned with negative mana, toward the volcano’s peak.

The Necro-Dragon followed, wings beating the air with deafening power.

At the summit, Zion hovered, muscles coiled. He looked down at the dragon with a wicked smile, hurtling up to meet him.

"Do you know what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?" he called out, his voice wild and overly excited.

The dragon’s roar answered, a thunderclap of rage.

Zion clenched his fist, power surging through his arm as runes flared and holy light burned bright. His suit hummed, a faint but deadly glow emanating from beneath the armor, antimatter, volatile and raw, integrated from experiments that went on in the Holy City of Light.

He poured every ounce of his magic, runes, aura, holy power, and the unstable antimatter into that single strike.

"They fucking explode!" he shouted.

The collision wasn’t just power meeting power—it was annihilation meeting inevitability. The world didn’t just shatter; it was torn apart on a molecular level.

Mountains crumbled, the sky cracked open, and rivers of neon-green lava boiled violently, evaporating in the blast.

When the dust settled, the Necro-Dragon lay lifeless, utterly destroyed.

Zion collapsed, shattered but alive, his body already beginning to heal as his recovery kicked in. The fracture was silent again, scarred beyond recognition.

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