I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 717 He's Here

Saeldir gasped for air as he collapsed onto the ground while clutching his throat. His vision swam because of the lack of air befofre, but his mind reeled at what had just happened.

The construct that had seemed invincible mere moments ago had lost its arm in an instant. The sheer force of the lightning strike had severed the thick metal plating with terrifying ease.

His body trembled, not just from exhaustion but from the realization of who had unleashed that attack.

His eyes darted toward the direction it had come from, and there, shimmering in the air, a portal crackled with unstable energy.

No one else had noticed it yet because they were still in their own predicament. Vael and Arlyn were still struggling against the relentless machines, Aerchon groaned as he tried to stand, and Sylra panted heavily on the ground. But Saeldir knew. And so did Laston.

The Elf cyber-mage stood still in the air, his gaze locked onto the portal, his expression that once calm now twisting into something darker.

His fingers curled slightly at his side. Tension rippling through his form. He knew the force behind that attack. He knew who was coming.

A gust of heated air burst from the portal, accompanied by the low hum of raw power. The very air around it crackled with unstable electricity, distorting reality at its edges.

Then, from within the swirling energy a silhouette emerged. Heavy boots struck the ground, and as the crackling light faded the figure was revealed. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

It was none other than Erend.

His body was wreathed in smoldering heat, wisps of steam rising from the red-black scales that adorned his arms and neck. The ground beneath him hissed as residual sparks danced across the surface. His crimson eyes burned with intensity as they swept over the battlefield, looking at the Elves' battered state, the monstrous constructs, and finally, Laston himself who floating in the air.

The cyber-mage's lips pressed into a thin line. The weight of the Dragonborn's presence was suffocating him with rage because of old wound.

Erend gritted his teeth, his neck cracking slightly as he exhaled.

"Laston," he said, his gaze locking onto Laston. "We meet again.@@@@

Laston's expression darkened even further. His fingers twitched at his sides even more as if edging to start attacking.

He hadn't expected Erend to arrive so soon. This was supposed to be a battle to break the Elves, to leave them scattered and desperate. But now he was here.

Above, from the shattered window of the tower, Veyna and Dredge watched the battlefield changed. Veyna's playful smirk faltered as she studied the new arrival, her eyes narrowing. She could feel the raw power emanating from him, thick like a storm ready to explode.

"Who the hell is that?" she muttered, tilting her head.

But Dredge knew.

His jaw clenched and his synthetic fingers curled into a tight fist. The sight of Erend ignited a deep simmering fury inside him. The last time they fought he had barely survived.

He had rebuilt himself but now the Dragonborn was here again. This was too soon and he was still too strong for him to defeat.

"Why is he here already?" Dredge thought. His mind whirred with scenarios and possible counters but none of them guaranteed survival, let alone victory, in his current state.

Most of them responded with strained voices but they assured him they were fine. Vael wiped a streak of blood from his brow and steadied himself to stand, while Arlyn checked on Sylra, who nodded weakly but was still conscious.

Aerchon now already pushing himself up to stand and turned toward Saeldir. "We're find! Get that portal ready!"

Saeldir nodded sharply. Now that Erend had opened a portal once replicating the process would be easier.

He turned away from the others and rushed toward the place where the unstable portal had appeared earlier. The residual energy still crackled in the air, its distortions visible even against the neon skyline.

As he reached out, channeling his Magic to manipulate the remnants of the portal, the battle above raged on.

Erend and Laston clashed violently in midair, their blows creating bursts of energy that sent ripples through the night sky.

Erend swung a powerful punch, but Laston raised his cybernetic arm, blocking it with a loud metallic clang.

Sparks flew as Erend's scaled fist met Magic reinforced steel, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the air again.

A grin spread across Erend's face, his crimson eyes gleaming. The red-black scales on his face and arms shimmered under the city lights as he tilted his head slightly.

"Fancy toys you've got there," he mused. "Think they're strong enough to beat me?"

Laston's jaw tightened, but he didn't let himself fall into blind fury. He knew Erend was trying to provoke him. But he couldn't afford to lose focus now.

"You're still as arrogant as ever, Dragonborn," Laston replied, his voice calm but filled with controlled anger. "But in front of my perfect creations, you're nothing more than a beast!"

Erend scoffed, flexing his fists as flames licked across his knuckles. "This metal junk is nothing, Laston."

Laston's eyes darkened, and without another word, they clashed again.

Their movements were blurs of destruction. Erend's attack came with monstrous force and speed, his fists wreathed in flame and crackling energy, while Laston countered with the same speed and power, his cybernetic enhancements now able to adjusting to each attack in real-time.

Their battle lit up the sky like a storm, the city beneath them trembling under the force of their blows.

Meanwhile, Saeldir gritted his teeth as he concentrated, his fingers tracing intricate lights in the air.

The portal flickered open again, the remnants of the portal's earlier Magic reacting to his efforts. He just needed a little more time.

Few seconds later, the portal finally stabilized, its swirling energy casting an eerie glow over the battlefield. Aerchon, Vael, Arlyn, and Sylra gathered in front of it, their expressions tense. But Erend was still locked in battle and they couldn't just leave him behind.

"Erend! The portal is open!" Saeldir called out.

Erend glanced down for just a moment, but that split second was all Laston needed.

With a snarl, he surged forward, his cybernetic arm crackling with energy. He struck Erend with a devastating blow and sending the Dragonborn hurtling toward the ground.

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