Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 121 I'm waiting for my ultimate move, what are you waiting for? To die?

Leylin, in his Bronze Dragon King form, did not utter another word.

He swung his giant claw, the dragon claw covered in silver and crimson scales tearing through the air with a howling gale, directly striking the Decaying Coffin Dragon King.

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin had no idea that the other party would suddenly make a move.

It was just now probing, still thinking about how to shift the blame, and still plotting how to extract more information from this [Bronze Dragon King].

Then a slap landed on his face.

"Bang—!"

That palm struck it solidly, with such force that the massive body of the Decaying Coffin Dragon King, exceeding one hundred meters in length, rolled sideways like a stone that had been knocked away.

Rumble—

It tumbled and rolled on the mountaintop platform, crushing countless rocks and collapsing half of a small hill before finally coming to a stop.

Gravel tumbled down, and dust filled the air.

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin rose from the ruins, its white scales covered in dust, its red pupils blazing with fury: "What does this mean, Your Excellency?!"

It doesn't understand.

It really doesn't understand.

According to the rules of the dragon race, even if there is a conflict between members of the same race, they should first make a statement, then confront each other, and only take action if all else fails. How can they just slap each other right away?

Leylin looked down at it, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust: "I'm not going to waste my breath on trash like you who has abandoned the honor of the dragon race and fallen into the realm of the undead. You're not even worthy of listening."

Before he could finish speaking, the second claw had already been swung out.

This claw strike carried a scorching wind, its tip slicing through the air and leaving several twisted streaks of fire.

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin was enraged.

It was truly enraged.

Transforming into an immortal was its own choice; it has no regrets, and never has. What is this sacrifice compared to eliminating the "filth of the Dragon Emperor"? What is dignity? What is glory?

But that doesn't mean it can be insulted by its own kind.

"What do you know?!"

It roared and swung its forepaws, instantly enveloping the pure white dragon claws in a dark light—the primordial power concentrated to its extreme, the core power of its status as a true dragon king.

"Everything I've done is to eradicate that filth! It's all worth it if I can completely wipe them out!"

The two dragon claws collided head-on.

boom!!!

In that instant, the air was torn apart, and the space itself seemed to have visible cracks. The deafening roar shook the entire mountain, and countless rocks tumbled down the mountainside.

Leylin felt the power emanating from his claws and nodded inwardly.

Is this the power of origin?

By connecting to the so-called "River of Souls," he mobilized the power of the world's origin. This power was indeed formidable, essentially on the same level as the Dragon King's authority and the power of the Ancient Dragon Calamity that he inherited from the shared space.

But they operate in completely different ways.

interesting.

He continued his sarcasm, saying, "Worth it? You've turned yourself into this grotesque, inhuman creature, wearing a rotten, ugly zombie shell, thinking you can handle aftershocks every hundred years. And what happened?"

He sneered, "He's nothing but a clown."

"you-!!!"

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin was utterly enraged.

It no longer thought about "kinship," "rules," or "testing"; now it had only one thought: to shut that annoying mouth up.

A dark light surged between its claws, and primordial power surged forth like a tide. The two dragon claws, which had been locked in a stalemate, began to lose their balance, and Leylin's claws were pressed down inch by inch.

Leylin felt the sudden surge of power and smiled inwardly.

Yes, that's it.

Rage! Unleash your full power! Let me see just how much this so-called true dragon king really weighs.

He deliberately provoked the other party, which was exactly the effect he wanted. The angrier the Coffin Dragon King was, the more unreservedly he would display the way he used the power of origin.

Moreover, because the other party still regarded him as a member of the same clan as the True Dragon King, he was angry but would not really fight to the death. No matter how much the clan fights, they rarely kill each other.

This is practically a live lesson.

While observing the trajectory of the opponent's Primal Power, Leylin continued to add fuel to the fire: "Hahahaha! I hit a nerve, didn't I? You clown, not only are you brainless, but you're also weak. My subordinate casually burned through a hundred years' worth of your life savings with a single move before he died, and that's it? You still dare to dream of dealing with the so-called filth?"

Flames suddenly burst forth between his claws.

That wasn't ordinary fire.

The intertwined silver and crimson flames possess both the power of the ancient dragons from the Monster Hunter world and the authority of the Bronze and Fire King inherited from the dragon Leylin. Although these two powers have different origins, they both point directly to the origin of the world.

boom!

Flames collide head-on with the dark primordial power.

The next instant, the Coffin Dragon King screamed and withdrew its claws.

Its once pristine white dragon claws were now charred black, their scales curled up, revealing the carbonized flesh beneath. It was clearly an immortal being, so it shouldn't feel pain.

Even more terrifying, the flames were still penetrating its body, as if trying to burn its soul.

At that moment, it was in so much pain that it was almost going crazy.

That was the pain of having one's soul ignited.

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

The Coffin Dragon King frantically channeled its primordial power, washing its claws layer by layer, and it took a great deal of effort to extinguish the remaining flames.

It raised its head, and for the first time, terror appeared in its red pupils: "Why is it so similar to Primal Magic, yet completely different?!"

It recognized it.

The bronze fire dragon that self-destructed earlier also used this kind of power. Although there are differences in power and form, they are essentially the same. They are both another kind of world origin power that is on par with the primordial power.

But how is that possible?

The power of origin is a gift from the world to the dragon race who have transcended, and it is the unique authority of the true dragon king. How could there be a second power of the same level in this world?

Leylin flicked its tail.

Wherever his tail swept, the air and the ground spontaneously combusted, as if everything in the world was actively cooperating with him, willingly becoming part of the flames.

"You've lived for over a thousand years, managing to concoct a set of shoddy armor to cope with aftershocks over the past century." He looked down at the decaying coffin dragon king, his tone filled with undisguised contempt. "Naturally, I've also found my way out."

He paused deliberately: "A way out that's far better than your lousy path."

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin was stunned.

It stared at the flames leaping between Leylin's claws, at those burning golden eyes, and at those scales interwoven with silver and crimson.

An emotion it thought had died long ago quietly began to grow in its heart.

That was—desire.

In order to gain power, it abandoned the dignity of the dragon race and turned itself into an immortal. It collected millions of corpses and spent hundreds of years forging that armor.

But the result?

A small dragon, far weaker than itself, used a power it had never seen before to burn its life's work to ashes in a single move.

If—if it could also master this power—

Leylin lashed out with his tail, the flames whipping across the body of the Decaying Coffin Dragon King, leaving a charred wound.

The Coffin Dragon King winced in pain but did not retaliate. It used its primordial power to extinguish the flames and asked in an almost humble tone, "What way out? Tell me."

Leylin swung his claw again.

The Coffin Dragon King dodged this time. It strengthened its body with the power of origin, its speed increased dramatically, and it narrowly avoided the giant claw with flames.

"Just tell me," it said eagerly, its tone devoid of any trace of the pride of a true dragon king, "I'll do anything you ask!"

Leylin stopped what he was doing and looked at the former Dragon King in front of him.

Its eyes at that moment were no different from those of humans kneeling and begging for their lives.

"No matter what you do?" Leylin sneered. "To say something like that, it seems you've truly fallen to the core."

The Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin did not refute.

It stared intently at the leaping flames between Leylin's claws, its red pupils filled with longing.

What does dignity matter? What does pride matter? It can even transform itself into an immortal being, so what else can't it give up?

Looking into its eyes, Leylin suddenly smiled.

"Fine, I'll show you the true face of this power."

His pupils began to glow.

Those already burning golden eyes suddenly brightened, like two suns falling to earth.

The light was so intense that even the Dragon King of the Decaying Coffin couldn't help but squint.

Leylin was thinking to himself, "We've been talking for so long, and you think I've just been mocking you? I'm waiting for my ultimate move. What are you waiting for? To die?"

Leylin began to unleash his long-prepared ultimate move.

[Candle Dragon - Supernova Burst]!