Absolute Zone Zero: Please call me the Dragon of Annihilation

Chapter 46 The Demise of the Dead End Butcher - The Mysterious Black Core
With a sudden flick of its tail, Mingche sent the giant rock beside it hurtling towards the side of the restrained Dead Road Butcher like a meteor streaking through the air. The deafening roar and the immense impact sent the Dead Road Butcher's body tumbling to the side. Seeing this, Mingche abruptly released its grip, and the unbalanced Dead Road Butcher staggered and crashed to the ground.

The Dead End Butcher let out a defiant roar, struggling to get up from the ground. Ming Che's eyes darkened, and he raised a giant foot covered in dark gold scales, stomping it hard on the Dead End Butcher's chest.

Where the scaled feet rolled, bones creaked under the weight, and the Butcher of the Dead End was pinned to the ground, his limbs kicking wildly but unable to move an inch. A cold indifference flashed in Mingche's vertical pupils, and the dragon's mouth slowly opened, a low hum rising from its throat—this boring game should come to an end.

The sparse ethereal matter around him surged into his mouth like a tide, gradually condensing into a black sphere the size of a basketball amidst the billowing black mist. The sphere was enveloped in a chilling suction force, distorting and swallowing even the surrounding light. "Roar—!" A deafening dragon's roar echoed through the void as the black sphere transformed into a streak of light, a streak of ethereal projectile that pierced the sky with earth-shattering force, hurtling straight towards the Butcher of the Dead's Chest.

Just as the cannonball was about to pierce flesh and blood, a sense of impending death suddenly gripped the Butcher of the Dead Road. The monster, trampled on the ground, suddenly unleashed astonishing brute force, and two of its four arms shot out from its chest, gripping Mingche's scaled feet tightly.

A fierce force surged from his toes, causing Ming Che to stagger back several steps, startled. The Dead End Butcher seized the opportunity to roll sideways on the ground, the ether cannonball grazing his side and blasting open a bottomless black hole, sending debris and black mist flying everywhere.

"It actually dodged it?" A hint of surprise flashed in Ming Che's eyes. His previous nonchalance vanished, replaced by a deep sense of caution. "Roar—!" The Dead End Butcher rolled over and got to its feet. Its severed side healed at a visible speed. It let out a deafening roar at Ming Che, its four arms flailing wildly. Every step it took caused the ground to tremble and crack. It charged towards Ming Che with a ferocious aura.

Seeing the Butcher of the Dead Road approaching menacingly, Ming Che was not afraid at all. Instead, he calmly took a deep breath. His chest, covered with dark golden scales, heaved violently, and the temperature under his skin soared at a terrifying speed. The air around him was scorched and distorted, and even the light rippled visible to the naked eye.

A low, cold snort escaped his throat, followed by two bursts of hot, sparking breath that exploded into tiny flashes of light in the frigid void. The cold light in his eyes vanished abruptly, his expression turning solemn. The next second, wisps of crimson flame, like molten iron, meandered along the grooves of his scales, wrapping around his powerful, sharp dragon claws as if they were alive. The tips of the flames trembled slightly, reflecting a scarlet glow onto the menacing claws.

"Roar!" Mingche opened his massive maw, filled with fangs, and let out a dragon roar that was no less powerful than that of the Butcher of the Dead Road. The loud sound shook the surrounding rocks, causing them to fall in a clatter. He raised his giant, flame-covered feet and charged toward his opponent with the same speed and force.

With a deafening roar, the dragon and the skeleton collided violently. The shockwave from the impact swept outwards, instantly tearing the ground into spiderweb-like cracks, sending debris flying into the sky.

The Dead End Butcher, taking advantage of his four arms, launched a ferocious attack like a storm. His iron fists, carrying the force of a whirlwind, pounded down like heavy hammers. Each time a fist struck Mingche's scales, the hard, dark gold scales shattered instantly, sending flying scale fragments mixed with blood scattering across the ground. The fists could even tear open the gaps in the scales, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on Mingche's flesh, but they could never damage his internal organs or deliver a fatal blow.

Mingche's counterattack was equally domineering. His dragon claws, wreathed in molten fire, tore deep, bone-revealing gashes into the Dead Road Butcher's flesh with each strike. Crimson flames clung to the wounds like maggots, burning relentlessly. The air was thick with the stench of charred flesh, yet the flames remained only at the level of blood and flesh, unable to penetrate the Dead Road Butcher's powerful body and reach his core. The battle intensified, both sides now riddled with wounds. Most of Mingche's scales had fallen away, revealing bleeding flesh beneath, the blood from his wounds mingling with the intense heat, rising in wisps of white steam. The Dead Road Butcher was even more severely burned, his four arms trembling slightly, the healing process barely keeping pace with the rate of the burns.

Just as the Butcher of the Dead Road was about to throw another punch, a cold glint flashed in Ming Che's eyes. He dodged the punch to the side, and at the same time, his dragon claws shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing the opponent's two swinging arms.

He abruptly flapped his massive, sky-covering dragon wings, unleashing a fierce wind that propelled him upwards, carrying the Butcher of the Dead Road. The biting wind stung their flesh, and the Butcher of the Dead Road struggled frantically, his remaining arms lashing out to punch at Ming Che's neck. Ming Che, prepared, opened his jaws wide, his sharp fangs biting down on one of the arms, and with a powerful tug, he tore it away!
"Sizzle—" The sound of flesh tearing was extremely piercing. The Dead End Butcher's arm was ripped off, and dark green ethereal matter splattered like a fountain. The excruciating pain caused the Dead End Butcher to let out a shrill scream. With his remaining arm, he swung his iron fist and frantically pounded Ming Che's cheek. The fist, the size of a sandbag, grazed the corner of his mouth and actually knocked out several of Ming Che's fangs.

Despite the pain, Ming Che's grip remained firm. He tilted his head back and swallowed the severed arm, feeling the increased etheric energy within his body. Only then did Ming Che briefly breathe a sigh of relief. He abruptly released his grip on the dragon claw, and the Dead Road Butcher, without support, plummeted towards the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Roar!" Mingche hovered high in the sky, his dragon mouth opening again, a heat even greater than before surging in his throat. Crimson-gold dragon flames churned wildly in his mouth as he aimed at the rapidly falling figure below and unleashed a powerful blast!
The blazing dragonfire, like a pillar of fire piercing the heavens and earth, struck the Dead End Butcher precisely. With a deafening roar, the flames engulfed the monster's body, slamming it heavily to the ground. When the smoke cleared, the Dead End Butcher lay on the charred ground, its only remaining arm twitching slightly. Its entire body was charred and carbonized, and it could no longer move an inch.

"Whoosh!" Ming Che flapped his dragon wings, stirring up clouds of gray mist on the ground, and his massive body slowly descended back to earth. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, his dark golden scales riddled with cracks, and wisps of white smoke still rose from the bleeding wounds. Ming Che turned his gaze to the Dead Road Butcher, who was gradually dissipating into etheric particles. The remaining sparks licked the scorched ground, and the stench of burning flesh mingled with the pungent smell of ether in the air.

After the Butcher of the Dead End's massive body completely vanished, it left behind a black core radiating powerful ethereal energy. This core hovered silently in mid-air, its surface shimmering with black and red light, while ethereal particles swarmed around it like a bee. Seeing this, a hint of doubt appeared in Ming Che's vertical pupils.

Mingche could feel an irresistible force drawing him from within the black core. Ever since the black core appeared, one phrase had been repeating in his mind, like a demon's whisper from the depths of hell, its seductive hoarseness: "Take it! Take it! Take it..."

The voice was like an invisible thread, wrapping around his limbs and bones, even the flow of his blood began to tremble in rhythm with it. Ming Che didn't know why, but the voice kept urging him to take the black core, yet his intuition roared in his mind like an alarm bell—this thing was definitely not as simple as it seemed. He instinctively took a half-step back, his dragon claws clenching tightly, the flames between his fingers flickering uneasily.

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