Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

The Fire Dragon King's mind was buzzing.

It had seen magical beasts that could withstand fire, and monsters that were resistant to flames, but that was "resistance"—burns were less severe, and scalds healed quickly.

Someone like this person who uses dragon's breath as a shower—I've never even heard of such a thing, let alone seen one.

"You monster... what did you eat to grow up like this...?"

It grumbled and cursed, but its actions betrayed its words—it increased its flight altitude by thirty meters.

No close combat, absolutely no close combat. My face is still swollen, and I'm missing a tooth. Only a fool would go down and fight him with his fists.

Or set it on fire.

Even if it burns slowly, even if it takes an hour or half a day, it should eventually burn through the tortoise shell, right?

It began to circle around number 6, pouring fire from above, like brushing sauce onto barbecue.

Number 6 looked up at the huge red dragon flying around in the sky, only daring to harass it from a distance.

Then he crouched down, exerted his strength, and jumped.

--boom!

A crater five meters in diameter was blasted open in the ground.

The colossal object, ten meters tall, shot straight into the sky like a cannonball.

The Fire Dragon King twitched its tail in fright: "Again?!"

It flapped its wings frantically, desperately trying to climb upwards.

Fifty meters, eighty meters, one hundred meters—he can't possibly jump that high, can he? He doesn't have springs in his feet!

Then it saw that Number 6 did not jump any higher; he stepped on air in mid-air.

It's not magic, it's not a special skill.

With that step, the air rippled visible to the naked eye, as if stepping on an invisible wall.

Using the recoil, he leaped another ten meters upwards.

Then another kick, and then another kick.

Stepping on the air, ascending to the heavens step by step.

The Fire Dragon King's brain went blank for about a second.

"...What the hell is this thing?!"

Without thinking, it instinctively swung its tail, trying to slap the thing away.

But it's too late.

A giant claw covered in bronze scales had gripped the end of its tail, like an iron hoop, like a mountain pressing down.

Then its whole body sank and began to fall uncontrollably.

Number 6's dark gold pupils suddenly changed color; it was a burning gold, as bright as lava pouring into his eye sockets.

【Word of Power: Bronze Throne】.

This is the power he inherited from Leylin—or more precisely, from the dragon Leylin in the shared space.

Words of power are the authority sung by hybrids using their bloodlines, and the "Bronze Throne" is the purest and most violent of all words of power.

Without any frills or special effects, it does only one thing: to embed the concepts of "hard" and "heavy" into the user's very being.

Number 6's muscles swelled up again as if inflated, and the edges of its bronze scales gleamed with a dark luster.

The force with which he gripped the Fire Dragon King's tail changed from "very heavy" to "as heavy as a mountain."

Then, as if he had grabbed a tattered rope that was in the way, he started smashing it.

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boom!!!

The Fire Dragon King was slammed to the ground, and the obsidian floor shattered like glass, with cracks spreading outwards in a spiderweb pattern for more than ten meters.

"ah--!"

It didn't even have time to scream.

Its body had barely touched the ground, before it could even spring back up, when the force from its tail pulled it up again, and then—

Boom! On the other side.

Boom! On the other side.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Without skill or method, number 6 simply stood there, gripping the tail like a hammer, mechanically repeating the same action.

He swung it around and smashed it down.

The ground was cracking, and lava was gushing out of the cracks and splashing out again.

The Fire Dragon King's once-proud crimson scales were now being dragged around like rags, and with each slam, several scales would lift up at the edges and fly away.

"Stop!! I am the Dragon King!! The King of the Red Dragons!! How dare you—"

boom!

"I'll burn your whole family to death!!"

boom!

"You...you wait...my cousin is—"

boom!

"...Waaah..."

With its last attempt, it could no longer produce a complete syllable.

Number 6 stopped and loosened its tail.

The Fire Dragon King lay sprawled at the bottom of a pit half a meter deep, its limbs outstretched and its wings drooping like a broken umbrella.

Almost no scales on its body were intact. Its head was tilted to one side, and blood and wisps of smoke from the flames clung to the corner of its mouth. It was completely unconscious.

Number 6 looked down at his hands, then at the ancient red dragon at the bottom of the pit, which was nearly level 50.

He didn't have any complicated thoughts in his mind. Unlike Leylin, he wouldn't analyze tactics, assess gains, or plan the next step.

He only vaguely felt that:

Dragon King?

That's it?

In the distance, the group of bipedal fire dragons had completely stopped moving.

It's not that I don't want to run, it's that my legs are too weak.

They watched as their leader, the Fire Dragon King who had subjugated the entire volcanic region for hundreds of years, was grabbed by the tail by a freak in a robe and slammed to the ground dozens of times like a rice cake being smashed.

The fact that he survived the fall wasn't because the other party held back; it's because the boss is truly resilient.

But how many blows can they withstand? They don't know.

They only know that if anyone dares to move now, they might be the ones being grabbed by the tail and whipped around in the next second.

Number 6 glanced at the group of dragons huddled like quails and ignored them.

He turned his head and looked towards the crater, where three enormous figures were rising into the air.

Red dragons, adults and young, three in total.

They are the offspring of Suborfranmo, or perhaps its relatives. They were probably sleeping on the other side of the mountain, or perhaps patrolling their territory further out. In any case, they arrived a little late.

What they saw was a shattered earth, smoking magma fissures, and the Fire Dragon King lying at the bottom of the pit, his fate unknown.

And there was a humanoid monster by the pit, its body still steaming and its pupils shining with gold.

Any normal creature would turn and run away upon seeing this.

But red dragons are not normal creatures; they are arrogant, irritable, and extremely prone to anger.

The old Fire Dragon King had lived for hundreds of years and had been beaten several times, so he had learned to assess the situation.

The biggest setback these young red dragons had ever experienced was being slapped a few times by their father while fighting for prey; they had no idea what it meant to "lose a fight".

"You damned bug! What did you do to my father?!"

The young red dragon in the lead had bloodshot eyes. It didn't even consider why its father was lying in the pit. It just instinctively opened its mouth, and flames rose from its throat.

Then it swooped down.

Number 6 raised her eyelids.

Thirty seconds later.

The three young red dragons lay neatly in the pit next to the Fire Dragon King, each in a different posture, but all humming.

The largest one had a missing corner in its lower jaw, causing it to leak air, and each snort it let out was accompanied by a whistling sound.

Number 6 patted off non-existent dust from his hands.

He stood in the center of this devastated battlefield, with an ancient red dragon lying at his feet, three strong red dragons, and dozens of two-legged fire dragons stunned by the shockwave.

In the distance, hundreds of bipedal fire dragons lay obediently on the ground, their wings folded and their heads pressed to the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

He lowered his head and went over the mission objectives in his mind.

Leilin said: "Catch a few fire dragons and get some dragon eggs."

His understanding was: take everything you can.

Of course, moving it is a problem.

More than a hundred two-legged fire dragons, four red dragons, plus dragon eggs hidden in some unknown cave... He only has two hands.

Number 6 stood amidst the "trophies" scattered on the ground, lost in thought.

He is indeed very strong, but how will he transport so much spoils back...?

This problem is even more difficult than the one he just used to defeat the Fire Dragon King.