Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix

Chapter 331: The Fearsome Devouring Dragon

Asura's form transformed into a gigantic black dragon, double the size of Xavida, his huge front claws grasped the body of Xavida, who returned to her human figure.

His thick dragon's wings thrashed, all four of them filled with a beautiful pattern. The force of his flap generated a massive shockwave, distorting space and air and sending the pursuing troops flying back while protecting Maria, who pulled back, watching the enemies and constantly casting fireballs to hurl at the cultists.

"Husband, they hurt me~ avenge me!" Xavida called out, her tiny figure climbing to his neck and hiding between a set of scales that allowed a few people to hide under and avoid falling.

"Of course, I will~ silly girl." Asura saw the enemy, his wings clearing the mist and fog, revealing the archbishop and a dozen high priests beside him with a huge catapult-shaped device which shot the eerie beam of darkness.

"All troops disperse! Fall back!" His deep voice reverberated through the entire Utgard pass, causing the ground and trees to tremble from his mighty roar.

"You trash, dare touch my wife!" Asura spat out, pulling back his neck, gathering magic in his throat before snapping back with his mouth open wide.

A giant pillar of black flames burst forth from Asura's mouth as he slammed into the ground with his wings spread out to protect everyone below. His breaths caused the ground to shake as hundreds of black-armoured men became ashes in his attacks. His snout flared, sending black flames and magical energy everywhere.

The large black dragon opened his mouth and roared once more, causing the battlefield to become silent as all eyes turned to him. He flew there in all his glory, his enormous figure towering over the high priests who dared ambush them.

Asura flapped his wings before diving towards the archbishop and his cannon below, the mist and clouds rushing forward as though in the worship of the massive figure that caused the wind to shatter from a mere flap.

"Kneel!!! DIE!"

Asura roared, his claws smashing through the cannon with ease, his jaws biting into a priest with a white skull mask before crunching and shredding them to bits. He opened his mouth once more, launching another breath of black flames towards the shocked archbishop, who watched with a trembling body as a dozen high priests cast strange barriers around him.

"You filthy lizard! How can you be our divine son!!!" The archbishop yelled out of terror.

"I was never your fucking god! I am the Prince of Silvara!!!"

The archbishop's face became pale as he felt the black flames swallow his barriers. His body went numb as his left hand grasped a tiny box and flipped the switch, forcing it open and revealing a green liquid, which he instantly gulped down.

'I feel strange...' Asura thought as he landed with Xavida in his arms, the remaining cultists trying to escape while in panic.

"Mmmm~ you smelled so good, and it felt so warm I felt a little sleepy." Xavida's innocent reply made Asura sigh in relief. After all, she wasn't hurt. He placed her down gently on the ground and looked at the surrounding chaos: orcs slaying the priests, Valkyrie skewering monsters summoned or brought with the cultists.

"Ignis, report on the battle."

"Understood, Sir Asura. We have killed two hundred cultists and their summoned creatures. Maria is handling the last of them." Ignis gave him a salute, his hands shaking as his eyes scanned his wounded sister beside him, her left eye bleeding while her white armour was covered in blood. "We have no casualties but a few injured Valkyrie."

"Good, start giving medical treatment to the injured. Xavida should also help heal them." Asura's gentle voice left Xavida excited as she hugged him from behind with a small chirp, almost like a cat.

"Ehehe, of course, I will only let Ignis touch my husband, though." Xavida's words confused him. But when he checked, several bloody wounds appeared from nowhere, creating thin cracks along his body, shocking him.

"Brother?" Amalia feared Asura's intense eyes, his gaze cold as he stared at the incoming Maria.

"What happened to you? Why do you look so weird?" Maria was a little dazed by Asura's appearance, the wounds on his body visible as his blood dripped down like waterfalls. His forehead was bleeding, his skin was almost pure white, and his veins attempted to break his skin.

"What do you mean? I just overworked myself a little." Asura chuckled in response before coughing up some blood, the wet fluids dripping down his mouth a sweet taste of copper filling his mouth before his aura returned to normal.

"Y-Yes, sir!"

The silver battle maiden stepped forward, her hands glowing with a yellow light before touching his body and entering his bloodstream.

She felt strange energies inside Asura, different from a human. However, the strange power calmed down her nerves, so she pushed away her concerns and the strange feelings it made her feel, biting her lower lip to distract herself.

"Maria, thank you for handling them."

"Thank you for trusting me." She bowed, her gaze more focused and filled with conviction compared to the one even one night ago.