Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 85: End of the Mythic Era
She tried to speak, but only a flow of black blood escaped from her lips.
"Kuh... I swear I will have your skin, do not think this will end like this..."
Then her body began to dry up, becoming a gray shell.
Long Huang, having finished dismembering the King of Spades, turned toward BaiShe. She was covered in blood, her gothic clothes in tatters, but she had never seemed more alive.
"You are still as efficient at stealing others’ prey, BaiShe," she remarked while crushing the head of the last Rakshasa King under her boot.
"I do not steal, Long Huang," he replied while wiping a drop of black blood from his monocle with a white handkerchief.
The millions of Rakshasas were now nothing but piles of ashes or scattered pieces of flesh. The surviving dragons roared their victory, but the cost was heavy.
"This was only the vanguard," murmured Long Huang while staring at the spatial rifts that were slowly closing. "The Ace will not delay in sending its true executors."
BaiShe smiled, an empty gaze fixed on the bloodied sky.
...
Three weeks later...
Long Huang was surrounded. Eight Rakshasa Sovereigns floated a few meters from her.
< Arts : Combustion of Draconic Pride >
In a final surge of rage, Long Huang projected columns of black flames. The demonic fire instantly consumed a dozen Rakshasa servants who attempted an approach, reducing their souls to ashes before they could even scream. However, the Sovereigns remained unfazed. With a simple wave of the hand, one of them dispersed the flames with a jet of pure Khao.
Exhausted, the Dragoness felt her legs weaken. It was then that she turned her head toward a silhouette standing in the background, observing the scene.
BaiShe, the Celestial Demon, was there. His long silver hair floated lazily despite the absence of wind.
"BaiShe!" screamed Long Huang, her voice vibrating with a mixture of dying pride and raw despair. "What are you waiting for? Use your art! If we strike together now, we can still win!"
BaiShe did not move. He showed no urgency, no anger, nor even pity.
*POV : BaiShe*
I observed the Rakshasa Sovereigns destroying everything in their path. The scene was fascinating from a purely analytical point of view. Each beat of my heart injected a measured dose of Khao into my meridians, stabilizing my power. This Omega Heart that I had recovered by absorbing Xiaoli.
’System, analyze the probabilities of survival of the draconic race if I intervene now.’
’ If I analyzed the future of the Draconic race I would say it is lost...’
I let out a slight sigh.
Intervening would be an act of unspeakable stupidity. Long Huang was magnificent in her fury, her curves highlighted by the violence I admired, but a beauty, no matter how original, was not worth the sacrifice of my ascension.
’ She can die, I do not give a fuck.’
*End of POV*
"Long Huang," he began.
"Your courage honors your lineage. Nevertheless, you ask the impossible of me. Look around you with the eye of reason, and not that of your pride."
The Dragoness frowned, a drop of black blood flowing down her temple. "What are you talking about? We are the Origins! We cannot fall before these errors of creation!"
"That is precisely where your mistake lies," continued BaiShe while adjusting his monocle. "The draconic race is lost. The cycle of the Dao has turned away from you. Every second I would spend by your side would only be a waste of my Qi. "
The shock struck Long Huang more violently than any claw strike. She saw in BaiShe’s eyes not a betrayal due to cowardice... but indifference... It was much worse.
"You... you are abandoning us?" she stammered, as a Rakshasa Sovereign brought his hand down on her shoulder, tearing a cry of pain from her. The flesh was lacerated, revealing white bone beneath the flickering black flames.
"BaiShe! We had a pact!"
BaiShe sketched an enigmatic smile.
"The Celestial Demon leads those who can follow him," he declared coldly. "Staying here to die with you would not be loyalty, but idiocy in my plan of supremacy. I made a pact with The Ace, to seal you and not to kill you... It is a noble end, if one thinks about it."
< Arts : Myriad Illusory Swords >
With a simple movement of his sleeve, BaiShe made hundreds of translucent blades appear. Long Huang thought for a moment that he was going to strike the Sovereigns. But the swords did not descend on the Rakshasas.
" Do not resist my beloved queen..."
They created a protective whirlwind around BaiShe himself, slicing space to open a teleportation rift.
"BaiShe! COME BACK!" screamed Long Huang. She tried to leap toward him, but the Rakshasa Sovereigns simultaneously launched their Khao chains.
The purple links wrapped around her limbs, her neck and her horns, pinning her to the ground in a posture of absolute humiliation.
The Celestial Demon placed one foot in the spatial rift. He turned around one last time, his jade face remaining perfectly impassive despite the heart-wrenching screams that tore the air. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"Do not hold it against me, Dragoness," he murmured, his voice carried by a flow of Qi to the dying woman’s ear. "In my next life, perhaps it will be different... Until then... "
The rift closed, taking with it the only hope of the draconic race.
Long Huang remained alone, kneeling in the middle of the monsters that were already beginning to devour her flesh. A cry of despair, pure and unbearable, rose from her entrails, a scream that made the very foundations of the Realms vibrate. She cursed the name of BaiShe, swearing on her fragmented soul that if she ever had to return, her hatred would be the fire that would consume the Celestial Demon.
....
*End of the Mythical Era... Beginning of the Rakshasa Era... *
While the name of the celestial demon became more and more feared over the millennia...
The Khao energy, that spiritual poison emanating from the depths, saturated the atmosphere, stifling the pure Qi of the ancestral creatures.
On the ground, the mountains collapsed under the weight of the clashes. The corpses of draconic colossi littered the plains. The race of the Origins, those entities born with the laws of the world, was living its last years.
At the center of this disaster, Long Huang stood alone.
