Chapter 74: Unleashing the Beast

"Mordred!" Tiamat shattered the chair she was sitting as she stood up, her aura flaring as her slitted eyes turned paper thin.

"Tiamat-sama, you can't. This is Mordred's fight. He won't be defeated by something like that alone." Kuroka and Shirone jumped on her immediately and they stopped her.

"Tiamat, calm yourself. Your son is a dragon; it is his destiny to fight strong combatants." Albion chimed in.

"That's right, blue one. Mordred will never be at the apex if you continue to think that he is still that weak baby that you found one night." Ddraig added and Tiamat growled.

But she sat down on the table and everybody kept quiet. She was on a hair thin trigger right now. And the others don't want her to go on a rampage.

"He still is an unexperienced brat." Yu Long was relieved that Mordred fell for a sneak attack with Wukong's signature transformation into objects.

"But I don't think that was a good idea Yu Long." Wukong had a bad feeling.

Suddenly, Wukong was forced to use his famous leap. And a gust of wind suddenly hit their position from earlier.

Divine lightning fell from the sky and the ground was torn asunder by a vacuum blade.

Wukong then frowned heavily as he felt a mix of energies in the dust cloud.

Mordred swung his hand and the dust was sent away. Yu Long's face turned grim as they saw Mordred's swords glow ominously.

He had some blood on the side of his lips and Mordred rubbed his ribcage. "A splendid strike Wukong."

Mordred was impressed by his usage of nature energy, it encroached his body. But as a fellow sage, he flushed it out of his system.

Against other people, that strike would pretty much end the fight. It would interfere with their magic circuits and they would weaken considerably.

Mordred cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "Ohhh, he's pissed." Vali and Ise noticed it immediately as they spend time with him the longest besides Tiamat.

"That hurt, old monkey." Mordred squinted his eyes and his pupils turned into paper thin slits.

"That's it! Beat the shit out of him!" Tiamat cheered and Mordred finished healing already.

"What a monster… How can you kill this kid if you can't even fight him in close combat?" Yu Long was dumbfounded. Grendel's regeneration was infamous after all. And anti-dragon weapons don't work against him.

He is the greatest dragon slaying weapon after all. "Prepare yourself, that wasn't nice." Mordred was done playing games and his wings flapped.

Wukong prepared for an epic battle and his Jingu Bang crashed against Excalibur's blade.

He groaned immediately at his godly strength that was trained every single day by Scathach.

Even the godslayer had to concede in a battle of pure strength with him. His regeneration and draconic physique just kept on improving without any limits in sight.

Wukong kneeled on the ground as Caliburn also crashed against his staff. Yu Long roared and a breath attack was aimed right at Mordred's face.

Mordred pointed Gram's flat towards the beam and it was reflected all over the place. Explosions of energy scattering through the battlefield.

When Wukong was starting to get used to the deadlock, another sword came swinging at his staff. His sage body couldn't contend with it and he was pinned in place.

Arondight's blue aura started revving like a chainsaw and Jingu Bang released brilliant sparks. Wukong used some of his hair and it transformed into him.

Five clones swung Jingu Bang at him. But Mordred seemed to have strength to spare as his five other blades blocked their attacks.

Yu Long tried to whip him with his tail, but scales appeared on his face and Mordred's skin looked like it was hit by a wet noodle.

Wukong then backed off and he panted, his nature energy was depleting fast and Yu Long noticed something on the Jingu Bang.

"Your staff would give, Wukong…" Yu Long was shocked as Mordred's violent attacks resulted in notches in his divine weapon.

And Mordred's swords were pretty much unblemished by the Jingu Bang. "Scary little shit, the quarter staff is supposed to counter swords in durability!" Wukong felt a crisis.

"I'll deplete my energy for a last stand." Wukong announced to Yu Long and the dragon king nodded.

"Come then." Mordred waited for him to do something and Wukong created a few more clones.

With a total of seven, he wanted to counter Mordred's oppressive 8 sword style of fighting and the clones charged at Mordred.

A display of supreme martial arts was seen in the battlefield as Wukong unleashed an onslaught of attacks.

The Jingu Bang might be simple, but with his tactical mind. Wukong was a combatant that would dumpster the Satans if Ajuka and Sirzechs didn't use their true forms.

With amazing variety in his attacks, Wukong extended his staff to try and cause blunt trauma against Mordred.

He spun in place and his blades parried all of the attacks, his coordination and spatial awareness was unreal.

Wukong also made one of the clones transform his weapon into a huge pillar like Kuroka, smashing it right at Mordred.

He wasn't shocked anymore when Mordred's foot was covered by a force field that crackled with black lightning.

And when he kicked the pillar, it didn't even touch his foot. A shockwave then exploded and the other clones of Wukong attacked while Mordred was in midair.

Seven strikes were aimed at him right at a person's vitals, his liver, kidneys, eyes, groin, temples, etc.

Wukong was suddenly blindsided as black strings formed on Mordred's back. They gripped on his Jingu Bang and they all redirected the force of the blow to the ground.

Mordred then willed swords made of shadows to appear. "Blistering swords." The clones who got their forms messed up due to the redirection found themselves skewered by swords of darkness that burned them into oblivion.

"Yu Long!" Wukong suddenly shouted in concern for his friend as a fist filled with lightning magic struck him on the snout.

Yu Long immediately separated from Wukong and thick lightning escaped from the back of his head. Frying his brain sufficiently enough that he was out of the battle for good.

Wukong who was gassed out then saw Mordred's slit eyes stare right at him for a quick second before the pommel of Caliburn hit him right at his temple.

"No way… That's the sage that is equal to heaven you know?" Serafall was both excited and amazed by Mordred's martial prowess.

Wukong might be a sage equal to heaven, but the journey to the west can't be compared to Scathach's heaven defying life that led to her ascension.

Nobody in history ever developed a divine spark due to pure badassery and mortal combat against gods.

"Phew, I guess that's that." Mordred sighed and Yu Long transformed back to his original size. Mordred carried them like sack of potatoes and he went back to Asgard.

"That was awesome master!" Mo-chan was impressed at his extreme technical fighting technique.

"Master did teach me to raise my skills to the limits, and that was the only way I will reach heights that has never been reached before." Mordred shrugged.

"How can you really fight with 8 swords? That's really amazing." Ise and the others couldn't watch Mordred and Scathach fight for real. There were too many stray attacks, so they watched from afar and just saw the destruction they could cause.

"I have three other thoughts in my head." Mordred explained and Tiamat thought that he developed some kind of mental illness or something. That's why he was so out of whack.

"No, I'm not insane. It's something I got from Azi Dahaka." Mordred deadpanned at his mother and she sighed in relief.

"What an amazing display of swordmanship and magic, Mordred." Sirzechs praised him. He has been alive for centuries.

Yet he has never thought that he could fight like that, ever. Every move was calculated, his magic was as precise as it could be. And his swordplay had no wasted movements.

It was a work of art that he had the pleasure of witnessing. There were no holes in his fighting, he has immense defense, strength, and he could fight in both mid-range and long range with primordial magic.

Not to mention that fighting him in close quarters would end badly. Two swords in his main hands was bad enough, but six more added to the mix turned him into an absolute devil killing machine.

"Mo-kun! I'm glad you're safe." Gabriel hugged him tightly and Serafall's expression went ugly.

"You hussy! Keep your hands off him!" Serafall hissed and she started pulling on him as well.

"Hmmm?" Gabriel just tilted her head and was clueless that Serafall disliked her.

And Serafall was convinced that Gabriel was just acting silly, but deep inside she was a witch that would seduce Mordred with her large tits.

"Good work Mordred-kun, I believe that was quite a tense situation." Michael thanked him, he wasn't confident in surviving the forbidden magic that used dozens of ultimate class devils as sacrifice.

Not to mention the high class ones. Michael was sure that he would be blown up to kingdom come if he was hit by that.

Sirzechs nodded and he was also not confident to survive that explosion without using his true form.

And Wukong even appeared, even if they did survive. They would be finished quickly by the sage. Wukong is a legendary figure in the supernatural world.

"You… You shouldn't scare me like that." Tiamat huffed at Mordred and he hugged her tightly.

"Don't worry mom, dangerous things like that can happen at any time." Mordred reminded her, but it still almost gave her a heart attack.

"Hmph, as much as possible. Don't risk your life for something like that! And for what? A little alliance!?" Tiamat wanted him to promise and the leaders of the Deus trinity had wry expressions on their faces.

"It wasn't that dangerous at first, I was forced to be in that situation. But sure, anything for you, mom." Mordred assured her and Tiamat nodded in relief.

Dragons can be suicidal idiots after all. And there were already two examples in the room. Albion and Ddraig.

"Now, how in the world did Sun Wukong get roped into this?" Odin raised and everyone started to speculate.

"I have information about that actually. It's because of Khaos brigade, an organization that Ophis made to drive out Great Red from the dimensional gap." Mordred informed them and they gasped.

News of Khaos brigade was of course already circulating around the differing factions. But they didn't know that Ophis was the one who created it.

"But why? Ophis is the only one who could fight head to head with the dragon of dragons. Even Shiva wouldn't make a difference." Azazel was confused as hell.

"I believe that Ophis is an idiot." Mordred quickly concluded. Apex beings that were born to stand over others.

Ophis and Great Red were exactly that. They even live in the dimensional gap in order to not cause any damage in the world.

Great Red doesn't really cause trouble, and Ophis wants to be alone in the dimensional gap. But if they unleash their might against the world, then all is lost.

"What did you say?" They heard a woman speak and they all snapped their heads toward a corner.

They saw a woman with long, black hair and dead fish eyes. Staring right at Mordred after he spoke.

"O-Ophis…" Tiamat immediately tagged her as she could feel nothing. A dead giveaway, Ophis is connected to the infinite void after all.

"So you are Ophis? I said that Khaos Brigade is dumb." Mordred doubled down and Tiamat covered his mouth in a panic.

"Sorry Ophis! My son is still young!" Tiamat immediately apologized and the others were ready to teleport away immediately.

"Hmm? Why so?" Ophis raised a brow, yet her expression was still unreadable. They were really similar to each other.

"Because they won't even help you in the first place. Why gather them and give them strength when they won't go through with the deal?" Mordred snorted, those power hungry schemers is definitely using her naivety.

"Is that so?" Ophis rubbed her chin and she started thinking deeply. There was a pregnant silence in the room and everyone thought that Mordred's gonna get them killed.

"I will think about it, how about you join? You are powerful, baka Red keeps on making noise in my home." Ophis tried to recruit him.

"I refuse, it is meaningless. Fighting a true dragon is tantamount to suicide. Right now that is." Mordred squinted his eyes and they were his goal for now.

Overwhelming power trumps anything else after all. It was foolish to think that fragile peace can be maintained with some crazy people out there.

"I see… Then I want you to pay for insulting me." Ophis said with her deadpan expression and Mordred raised a brow.

"I only said the truth." Mordred stood by his words and Tiamat started sweating.

"Mordred… Give her something…" Tiamat nudged him and he sighed. He did say that he'd do anything for her.

"What do you like?" Mordred asked and Ophis was suddenly thrown through a loop.

She was expecting him to ask for what she wanted after all. Then she would recruit him to her group as payment.

"What I like?" Ophis blinked and she was deep in thought at the question. She was born in the dimensional gap. And Ophis has never desired anything in her life except quietness.

Mordred then took out something from his inventory. He still preferred Tiamat's milk, but this was a close second for a long day.

"Here, I'll give you some chocolate milk. It's delicious you know?" Mordred offered a jug of brown liquid to her and Ophis stared at it blankly.

"You drink it." Mordred sighed, he couldn't feel her emotions at all. She was devoid of it, but he did notice that she didn't know what to do with the thing.

"Drink it?" Ophis inspected it a couple more times and she popped the lid. She then drank some of it and the others swore that her eyes lit up.

"Umu, this is sufficient." Ophis melted into nothing as she returned to the dimensional gap. Everyone else then started breathing again as they held it in subconsciously.

"F-fuck. Your balls aren't made of steel, kid. They're gigantic spheres made of Uru or something." Azazel wiped some sweat from his brow.

He looked at them weirdly. "What? I love chocolate milk; it soothes your soul. I like mom's milk the best though." Mordred shrugged and they all thought that maybe he really was insane or something.

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