Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

"Ant, you have successfully piqued my interest!"

"I will give you the death you fear most!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful abyssal force erupted from Behemoth's body, dragging the entire land into a deep, dark environment.

Ancient dragon language echoed across the land, while numerous dragon-language spells, imbued with terrifying power, quietly gathered strength in the sky.

Behemoth, as one of the primordial dragons and the offspring of the nine-faced dragon god Aio, was a natural user of dragon language magic.

But he swallowed his other brothers and sisters, betrayed the entire dragon race, and was hunted down. From then on, he stopped using dragon language magic.

He is renowned throughout the realms for his formidable physique; his colossal body, comparable to a star, allows him to devour planes and plunder their origins, making him invincible in battles among the gods.

But who would have thought that after arriving in the Star World, his enormous body would cause him to suffer setbacks one after another, and in the end, Yin Qianyu would cut off most of his body with a single sword strike.

After recovering from his injuries at the cost of his physical strength, he encountered Atreus again, and since his physical body was not at its peak, he suffered a great loss.

Left with no other choice, he had to resort to the dragon language magic he had always been reluctant to use.

Its ferocious eyes stared directly at Atreus, and the dragon magic in the sky rapidly gathered, ready to fall at any moment.

Atreus's expression changed drastically. He knew he couldn't let Behemoth use dragon language magic. As he leaped high into the air, he suddenly activated "Shield Leap".

"madness!"

A cruel smile appeared in Behemoth's eyes, and a bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky, turning into a cage that locked Atreus inside.

Then an even larger thundercloud gathered, as if to tear Atreus to shreds.

Just then, Behemoth suddenly heard a roar from the sky.

"Murphy, you better hurry up!"

"I'm already going full speed ahead!"

The moment the slow, drawn-out sound rang out, Behemoth suddenly felt an intense sense of oppression, and saw a colossal mountain, thousands of meters high, crash down from the sky.

"boom!"

A collision a hundred times more violent than the previous dragon impact erupted, causing the earth to collapse layer by layer like concentric rings, and the enormous shockwaves stirred up towering waves on the ground.

All of this happened so fast that Behemoth had no time to react. Large pieces of scale shattered, and the enormous impact sent his massive body flying into the air.

Then, the slow, drawn-out voice finally rang out.

"Unstoppable momentum!"

A man with a broom-like hairstyle who rushed over looked at the extremely evil dragon that had been smashed into the air, and a struggle and hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Unlike others, he didn't manage to acquire one or two pieces of equipment from the Sword Demon during his invasion of the North Wind Plane.

The Sword Demon, disliking his lack of strength, only gave him three weapons called Doran's Blades, claiming that Doran's Blades were already the highest quality weapons and could no longer be crafted.

Yasuo believed it, only to find out after everyone had equipped themselves that his three Doran's Blades were no match for even a single completed item from the others.

Therefore, Yasuo is not qualified to participate in such a battle.

But... which Yasuo could resist using his ultimate against a boss that's been knocked up?

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes as Yasuo, carrying three Doran's Blades on his back, drew his sheathless blade from his waist.

"Whirlwind Slash!"

Yasuo leaped into the air, unleashing a whirlwind of numerous sword blades that clanged crisply against their hard scales.

Behemoth was furious.

"roll!"

With a loud roar, Yasuo was thrown far away, without sustaining any damage throughout the entire process.

But Yasuo, who was knocked away, had a look of excitement on his face!

Barely managing to maintain his balance in mid-air, Behemoth suffered repeated defeats at the hands of these ants before him, which enraged the proud and arrogant man so much that he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

As the dragon's blood dripped down, the crimson color rapidly spread across the land, dyeing the entire area a deep crimson.

Then, the abyssal power within Behemoth's body burned wildly, causing his body to shrink continuously until it finally transformed into the size of an ordinary dragon.

However, his aura had already reached its peak.

"Today, you will all die here!"

"is it?"

A figure descended from the sky, a tall, dark red demon holding a demonic sword, looking at Behemoth with a scrutinizing gaze.

The moment the demon appeared, Behemoth suddenly felt an invisible pressure, and behind its tall body, there seemed to be the faint shadows of six objects.

He stared directly at the dark red demon before him and asked, "Who are you?"

Aatrox, sword in hand, spoke slowly in his hoarse voice:

"Before today, I was just a demon trapped in a sword."

"And from today onward, they will call me: Godslayer!"

Chapter 243 You think you can kill me?

"Insanity!"

Behemoth's pupils suddenly contracted, and he roared, his scorching dragon breath turning into a sea of ​​fire that engulfed the entire land.

Aatrox let out a wild laugh, his hoarse voice filled with an undisguised savagery.

Listen to the deathly silence of extinction!

As soon as he finished speaking, Aatrox made no move to dodge, but instead laughed loudly and charged towards Behemoth with his magic sword.

Bathed in the scorching dragon breath, comparable to the flames of destruction, the phantom of a green armor behind him appeared and disappeared, its natural vitality flowing into his body, protecting him from the scorching dragon breath.

"Darkin Blade!"

The crimson sword fell, tearing apart a large area of ​​space with the violent tremor. The spatial collapse locked Behemoth in place, and the sword sliced ​​through, tearing off large chunks of flesh.

Behemoth roared in pain, never expecting that someone could withstand his dragon breath and forcefully launch an attack on him.

With a roar, Behemoth, its incredibly sturdy dragon horn propelled by it, crashed directly into Aatrox, the massive horn piercing through Aatrox's body.

"Violence! It allows me to temporarily forget these shackles!"

Aatrox burst into laughter, and the phantom of a strange red longsword appeared behind him. He then thrust the demonic sword in his hand fiercely towards Behemoth's neck.

A burst of intense sparks flew from the friction of the dragon's reverse scales, tearing a small part of Behemoth's neck apart. However, Behemoth's entire body was slammed into the mountain peak.

The hard rocks shattered upon impact, trapping Aatrox deep within the mountain peak, his pierced body gushing forth lava-like blood.

As it ascended into the air, Behemoth paid no heed to its torn neck, letting out a low, furious roar.

"die!"

The scorching dragon's breath transformed into a towering pillar of fire that melted the mountain peak, turning the entire area into a sea of ​​lava and fire.

Behemoth's eyes glared fiercely at the mountain peak that had melted under the scorching heat, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He never imagined that someone would be so fearless as to dare to trade injuries with a giant dragon.

Then, a cold laugh came from Behemoth's mouth.

"Fool, how dare you, a mere demon, challenge the mighty body of a dragon?"

After saying this, Behemoth took to the air, ready to deal with the other few weak ants.

But at that moment, a violent explosion suddenly rang out from the sea of ​​lava and fire, followed by another violent sound.

"Follow me, let's plunge into destruction!"

"Great Annihilation!"

The power of the Darkin erupted like a volcanic eruption, staining the world a blood-red color, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Against this dark and terrifying backdrop, the tyrannical crimson demon burst forth from the sea of ​​lava, its hideous demonic wings unfurling, and charged directly at Behemoth, wielding its massive demonic sword.

There was not a single mark of injury on his body.

Behemoth felt a chill run down its spine. It flapped its wings and suddenly rose into the air, trying to escape the pursuit of the dark red demon.

However, that voice, like a demon's whisper, quietly rose up.

"Fire Chains!"

In the void, chains burning with the flames of ignorance extended toward Behemoth, the flames scorching his body and locking him firmly in place.

Behemoth's earth-shattering power couldn't even break free of the chains immediately. Even though his body moved, the immense force from the void continued to drag him back to the starting point.

Fear gripped Behemoth, and its dragon power erupted suddenly. Behemoth's body, which was already indistinguishable from an ordinary dragon, shrank even further, and its peak power tore through the chains of evil fire.

With wings spread, it is about to take off.

But even that brief moment of control by the Chains of Hellfire was enough for Aatrox.

Shadow Charge sprinted forward a distance, the Darkin Blade once again slicing through the already fragile space amidst the collision, the demonic sword slamming heavily into Behemoth's body.

"I'm going to cut your filthy body in half! Slice it open! Chop it into pieces!"

I will sever your limbs! I will pierce your soul!

A vast expanse of space was torn apart in the sky, and in that apocalyptic scene, the Darkin Blade Demon almost severed half of Behemoth's right leg.

Amidst the large fragments of space and broken dragon scales, Behemoth suffered another severe blow.

Behemoth was completely enraged by the crisis and his will to fight to the death was ignited. He swung his massive body with his tail and crashed into Aatrox.

There was no time to use any dragon language magic, nor to employ the ineffective power of the abyss; the most primal, bloody power struggle unfolded in the sky.

Unable to withstand a battle at the level of powerful gods, the collapsing space merged into one, and the land affected by the aftershocks was filled with crumbling canyons, mixed with large amounts of torn flesh, charred limbs from dragon breath, and broken scales.

With the final collision, the two enormous bodies crashed directly to the ground.

Behemoth's massive dragon body pressed down on Aatrox, its horns clashing, and its dim yellow left eye was gouged out of its socket.

The shattered wings were reduced to mere skeletal remains attached to his back, and his right leg had been severed, with blood still flowing from the wound.

Beneath him, Aatrox wasn't in much better shape.

The broken dragon horn pierced through Aatrox's right arm, which was holding the magic sword, and his wings were torn to shreds. The intense dragon breath turned most of their bodies into charred remains.

As beings who ascend to great divine power through physical strength, they have not mastered any advanced rules; all they possess is cruel and ferocious combat.