Repeat Vice - The Villainous Noble Doesn't Want to Die, So He Swore to Not Die As One of The Four Heavenly Kings - Chapter 88: Another Heaven

Chapter 88: Another Heaven

While Rofus and Raymond were engaged in an intense battle in the heavens.

In various parts of the royal capital, amidst the chaotic battle involving numerous summoned beasts, shadow familiars unleashed by Rofus, and the knights and mage squads, the flames of war spread.

In the midst of this, another battle was unfolding in the heavens.

It was within the thunderclouds.

The divine beast of thunder—the divine dragon Vriddra, and the elf king, clad in black wind and characterized by an armet resembling an eagle.

One swam through the thunderclouds, undulating its long body and unleashing wide-range lightning strikes, while the other flew around, creating whirlwinds of dark wind.

Thunder and black wind.

In terms of compatibility, the black wind, with its dark attributes, was at a disadvantage.

In both attack range and power, the divine dragon Vriddra was superior.

However, the Black Eagle King—Baaldel, despite this disadvantage, maneuvered swiftly against the enormous monster over 100 meters long.

The battlefield, within the thunderclouds, was favorable to the divine dragon Vriddra.

Thousands of lightning strikes were constantly aimed at the Black Eagle King, attempting to shoot him down.

The Black Eagle King evaded the numerous lightning strikes while running through the void, sometimes deflecting them with a battle axe honed with magic, closing in on the divine dragon Vriddra, and repeatedly slashing the sturdy scales covering its body.

Because a single strike couldn’t even make a crack, he did so repeatedly.

Exploiting openings, he infused his attacks with the magic of the black wind.

Each time, a tremendous shock was transmitted inside the scale armor, and a voice of agony came from the divine dragon Vriddra’s mouth.

However, despite screaming, the divine dragon Vriddra’s heart was dancing with joy.

He had begun to enjoy this battle.

How many beings in this world could fight equally with himself, who had reached the level of a divine beast?

At least, in the past hundred years, besides Raymond, the Black Eagle King was the only one who could fight him properly.

Drifting in the sky with thunderclouds, spending days whimsically dropping lightning bolts.

Sometimes revered as a god by people, sometimes feared as a natural disaster.

Days of emptiness and boredom, thinking they would last forever, but now, to taste such a stimulus.

“Magnificent, Black Eagle King! A strong one I have not seen for a long time!”

Respecting the opponent who could fight him to this extent, the divine dragon Vriddra called out.

The Black Eagle King stopped moving abruptly.

The divine dragon Vriddra raised his voice and introduced himself.

“I am the divine dragon Vriddra! A divine beast blessed by the Thunder God Mahto, who governs blood and war! Tell me your name!”

“…Baaldel.”

“Baaldel, huh?”

Hearing the Black Eagle King’s name, the divine dragon Vriddra narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

The divine dragon Vriddra knew that name.

He could never forget.

It was the name of the once-deceased elf king who ruled the sky long ago.

“That name is heavy. At least heavier than my thunder.”

It was the name of someone who once reigned superior to himself.

A nemesis he challenged and lost to before becoming a divine beast.

Having that name mentioned, he could no longer treat it as a mere play.

The divine dragon Vriddra emitted high-density lightning from his entire body, electrifying himself.

And the lightning increased in precision, turning golden.

It reminded one of the thunder handled by Valm.

“Since you have taken that name, show even greater power than before. I will determine whether you are truly the king of the sky or just an insect claiming the name.”

Golden lightning converged in the divine dragon Vriddra’s mouth.

The Black Eagle King responded head-on, readying his battle axe.

The battle axe’s blade disappeared, changing into a form resembling a pointed throwing spear.

Then, the Black Eagle King quietly cut off his own left arm with the spear’s tip.

The severed left arm turned into magical essence and was absorbed by the spear, causing a tremendous black storm to rage.

It was clearly a technique to confront the golden lightning the divine dragon Vriddra was about to unleash head-on.

“…Ho.”

Pressed by that pressure, the divine dragon Vriddra uttered a voice of admiration.

Both sides’ magic power peaked, and a slight silence flowed within the thunderclouds.

In an instant, both sides’ magic power was unleashed simultaneously.

“——Divine Lightning Vajra!”

“——Heavenly Death Wind”

It was the clash of divine power—a divine magic versus an ancient magic that required sacrificing an arm.

The collision of the golden dragon breath of lightning and the throwing spear enveloped in a dark death tornado.

Gold and black filled the thunderclouds.

The outcome of the battle was—

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The clash of divine magic and ancient magic.

The impact easily blew away the thunderclouds.

The Black Eagle King—Baaldel had a gaping wound in his abdomen.

In contrast, the divine dragon Vriddra had a broken horn extending from the right side of his head and had lost his right eye.

Both sides inflicted pain, but in terms of damage, the Black Eagle King was more severely injured.

However, as a shadow familiar, the Black Eagle King’s abdominal wound and the left arm he used as a medium for the ancient magic were quickly healed by Rofus’s magic.

This was the first injury sustained since the battle began.

Seeing this, the divine dragon Vriddra widened his one remaining eye and laughed joyfully.

“Good, good! That’s more like it, that’s how a king of the heavens should be—”

The divine dragon Vriddra suddenly froze.

The divine dragon Vriddra sensed it— for the first time since becoming a divine beast, the presence of death.

He sensed it.

The air, the magical essence in the atmosphere, everything in the world was screaming.

And soon, the sky turned white.

It was a light of destruction that annihilates and vaporizes everything.

“Could it be Raymond…!?”

It was the ancient magic unleashed by his friend who summoned him—Raymond.

A light of destruction that covered the entire royal capital—ancient magic “Star of the Falling Sun.”

Unavoidable, inescapable death.

“Did he intend to take me with him…? I responded to your call, and this is how you repay me…”

At the moment the divine dragon Vriddra was filled with confusion and resentment over such betrayal, the heavens were enveloped in darkness.

A deep darkness that no sunlight could penetrate.

The light of destruction could not break through this abyss, but instead, was swallowed up in an instant.

It was as if the darkness had devoured the sun.

The scale was so great that the previous fierce battle seemed like child’s play—magic that easily reached the divine domain.

Without any surprise, the Black Eagle King only stared without making a move.

“Was that from your master?”

The Black Eagle King nodded silently.

“I see…”

The divine dragon Vriddra let his body drift listlessly in the air, floating languidly.

“Just like the remarkable human of old—the ‘Black One.’ Though he’s been dead for a long time, could you be his descendant? Raymond has summoned me to an incredible place.”

The slight trembling of his body was something the divine dragon Vriddra knew was not from excitement.

Soon, a thorny barrier enveloped the royal capital.

Thorny vines appeared from nowhere and began to entangle the divine dragon Vriddra.

They started pulling the divine dragon Vriddra into a dimensional hole that had opened in the void.

“…I can’t resist. It seems the humans of this era are quite exceptional. Well, I suppose I’ll be quiet for the next hundred years.”

As he muttered, the divine dragon Vriddra looked at the Black Eagle King.

“I hope we can fight again someday. I look forward to the time when that may happen.”

With those last words, the divine dragon Vriddra was completely swallowed by the dimensional hole.

Left alone, the Black Eagle King muttered softly.

“…As always… a talkative lizard…”

Having completed his assigned role, the Black Eagle King vanished as if melting into the air.