Crossover Anime: Starting from Jobless Reincarnation

Roya's claws easily tore the red dragon's wings apart, revealing its stark white bones, before slamming it down fiercely.

The adult red dragon was completely stunned by the impact, and Roya swooped down towards it again.

The other crimson dragons hovered above, watching their kin below who were oblivious to their fate. They began to gather magic power in the air, and the blazing fireball continued to compress and expand. What it was about to release was [Dragon Breath].

With the terrifyingly high temperature of dragon breath, a direct hit could severely injure this weak member of the same race.

And that is indeed the case. Putting aside everything else, dragon breath alone is comparable to some slightly weaker king-level magic.

Meanwhile, Roya's bloodline was still in the process of fusion, and his unfinished dragon transformation naturally could not withstand the full power of the Crimson Dragon's dragon breath.

The scorching heatwave rolled in, turning half of the night sky a fiery red.

The scorching breath caused the surrounding air to churn and heat up rapidly, with heat waves rolling towards Roya's location.

But the moment the dragon's breath touched its opponent, the black dragon vanished, melting into the blinding flames, like snow melting in the sun.

The dragon's breath did not stop, but rushed towards the lava. The fiery red flames directly shattered the ground, leaving deep craters, and a soaring heat wave spread around it.

The crimson dragon's pupils swept around, but it still couldn't find Roya's figure, so it flew towards its kin who had been smashed to the ground.

Suddenly, their wild instincts told them, with overwhelming force, that danger was imminent!

The black dragon that appeared weak in their eyes had somehow flown above their heads, and what it was breathing was dragon breath!

The immense magical power was constantly compressed and gathered. Roya's body already possessed a lot of magical power, not to mention his current dragon form.

The elements of wind, fire, water, and earth in nature are constantly compressed and solidified, eventually forming a giant magic ball.

By the time the Crimson Dragon reacted, its pitch-black dragon breath arrived in an instant, and its violent magic swept over, its boundless power destroying everything in its path.

A tremendous explosion resounded throughout the entire Crimson Dragon Mountains. Black magic expanded and contracted, destroying everything tangible in the final instant.

The mountains were shattered, and nearly half of the peaks at the top of the Crimson Dragon Mountains disappeared.

As for the four red dragons, they had naturally been reduced to ashes.

In the Crimson Dragon Mountains, a mountain range in the south, stood a man with silver hair, golden eyes, and features as if carved by a knife. His pale golden pupils exuded an intense sense of oppression. He wore a white coat made of ancient white dragon scales and was looking up at the aftershocks of an explosion in the distance.

Orstide, the second of the seven great powers, is a being at the pinnacle of the world, and his strength is immeasurable.

His expression was frighteningly cold, and when he looked up, he saw Roya soaring in the sky, waving his dragon wings.

"Such immense magical power surpasses Laplace's, but where did this guy come from?"

Alsterd was already expressionless, and when he fell into deep thought, he gave off an even greater sense of pressure.

Meanwhile, Orstide was also torn. To be honest, he really wanted to go and take a look, but if he clashed with the other party, a fight would be inevitable. Moreover, the other party was not far from where they were, and if he went there, they might have already left.

The battle will deplete his magic power. Well, let's just let this little guy go this time. There's plenty of time in the future anyway.

Moreover, his intuition told him that he would meet the other person again.

For some inexplicable reason, the corners of Alsterd's mouth curled up into a chilling smile.

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Luo Ya was not in good condition at the moment, or perhaps his mind had been pulled into a hallucination.

In the illusion, Roya looked around in confusion. All around was a vast expanse of white, but not like before; to be precise, the vast expanse of white was completely covered by snowflakes.

Luo Ya was standing right in the center.

Everything around could be described as a world of silver and white. A cold, white sun hung in the sky, but its dim light offered no warmth. A biting wind swept across Roya's face, causing his long golden hair to dance in the wind and making his cheeks sting.

Luo Ya was somewhat bewildered; his brain had completely shut down. Wasn't he supposed to be awakening his bloodline? How did he end up in this place?

Had I fainted? No, that's not right. The pain shouldn't be enough to make me dizzy.

So, what's going on here?

Snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, landing on Roya's cheeks and melting away.

The cool, refreshing touch made Luo Ya feel inexplicably disoriented.

Luo Ya didn't just stand there dumbfounded; he started to walk forward.

The snow was deep and soft. With each step, Luo Ya left thick footprints on the silvery snow. The biting wind kept taking away the warmth from Luo Ya's body. Luo Ya felt that his fingers were frozen, his blood seemed to have stopped flowing, and his whole body was extremely cold.

The exhaled hot air quickly disappeared into the snow. With each breath of biting cold wind that Roya inhaled, he exhaled warm air. His body temperature was constantly decreasing, and his consciousness was gradually becoming hazy.

Even the saliva secreted in the mouth seemed to be frozen in this weather, and a thin layer of frost hung on the eyebrows.

With each step he took, the light in his eyes grew brighter, and his molten lava eyes burned ever hotter.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, soon turning into a heavy snowfall.

The sky was filled with heavy, fluffy snowflakes.

I've heard that people who freeze to death eventually develop a false sense of warmth?

These were the last thoughts in Luo Ya's mind. At this moment, he wished he could feel the last warmth before he left.

But no, the body temperature was constantly dissipating, and consciousness was gradually slipping into a daze.

A series of inexplicable tones drifted from afar, an ancient and weathered sound, its rustic rhythm carrying an inexplicable sorrow. For some reason, upon hearing this sound, Luo Ya's heart pounded violently, and a strange pain welled up within him.

Even though he couldn't understand it, and even though it was the first time he had ever heard it, the message began to transform in Roya's mind, eventually appearing as the following message.

"Awaken, King."

Luo Ya was somewhat confused. He couldn't understand the meaning of the message, but the next moment, the world spun around and the white world vanished like a bubble.

When Roya emerged from the hallucination, the surroundings were a complete mess.

He looked around blankly, his consciousness fading as he began to merge with the scene before him. The area around Roya was a scene of the apocalypse, with the original mountains collapsing in the middle, revealing the bottom layer of rock.

At this moment, Roya was holding a strange creature whose name he didn't know.

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a young red dragon, approximately 2 meters long.

It just looked a bit strange; its scales didn't seem to have fully grown back, and it was bald in one spot, as if its fur had been burned off by some kind of flame.

It was struggling wildly in Roya's hands. When Roya looked over, the other's crimson eyes met Roya's.

It was a gaze that symbolized never giving up; the other party seemed to want to express their unwavering belief in this way.

Roya tightened his fingers slightly, preparing to crush the other person's neck.

The red dragon cub seemed to sense something. Before Roya could exert any force, the cub's head tilted to the side, looking as if it had died.

Roya:

The scene was too outrageous; he no longer wanted to say anything.

Luo Ya reached out and patted the other person's flushed face, his expression somewhat speechless.

This guy is such a coward. Can't he learn from his parents and relatives?

After a moment's thought, he finally couldn't bear it and decided to let the other party go. Yeah, right.

Luo Ya felt a strange sense of familiarity with the scene before him, which reminded him of a question from his past life.

Question: You are a great hero in ancient times. After practicing martial arts for twenty years, you finally wiped out your enemy's entire family. Then you find a child in the corner.

His answer in his past life was: I hid better than you back then, and I will kill you when we meet again.

He was about to leave, and had just taken a step when he suddenly turned back.

We meet again, bastard!

The main focus is on surprise and shock.

Well, the current situation is somewhat similar to this problem.

In short, Roya is by no means a kind-hearted person.

The magic power was continuously compressed and gathered, and the jet-black threads kept wrapping around, forming a black magic seed.

The red dragon, which had been feigning death, began to struggle wildly, its front claws and hind limbs flailing wildly, but Roya grabbed it by the neck with one hand and lifted it up with the other.

With a thought, Luo Ya unleashed the demonic seed, which rapidly spread and then roughly bound the Crimson Dragon. The black threads formed by the demonic seed then violently burrowed into the dragon's blood vessels, beginning to spread throughout its body.

He simply tossed the demon seed to the other party, ignoring the Crimson Dragon. This little brat wasn't anyone to him anyway; if he succeeded, he'd take him under his wing; if not, the dragon was already dead.

Luo Ya began to sense his own state.

He began to actively withdraw from his dragon form. His current state was not as terrifying as before; he was only half-human and half-dragon. His limbs would take on the characteristics unique to dragons, but he was still mostly humanoid.

After exiting his dragon form, the scales on Roya's body gradually disappeared, and the burning sensation all over his body also vanished.

Luo Ya raised his hand, looked at his arm, and was slightly taken aback.

The calluses that had formed on his hands from long-term sword practice had all disappeared, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were as smooth as jade.

"This, tsk."

Luo Ya clicked his tongue in amazement, touched his cheeks and abdomen again, and then looked at his arms.

His physique, which appears robust due to long-term exercise, is the type that looks thin when dressed but muscular when undressed, but there are still some muscles on his arms.

Luo Ya's features were now even more handsome, and his skin was fair, reaching a level that countless girls dreamed of.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist, and her crimson-gold pupils, flowing like lava, exuded an intense sense of oppression.

That is the oppression of those in power by those in lower positions; that is the gap between different levels of life.

No words are needed; as long as Luo Ya stands in front of the other person, the other person will subconsciously lower their head.