Hitman With A Badass System

Chapter 1315  The Dragon Army

As the war raged around them, Michael told Harry everything that had led him to this moment—from how Diana, his mother, was forced to give him up, to the Skyhall imprisoning him on Earth, leaving him oblivious to his true identity as a god. The more Harry listened, the more he realized that his father hadn't chosen to be the Dark Lord; the world had made that choice for him, and he had simply embraced it for survival. Deep down, Harry wanted Michael to leave everything behind and live with him and his mother as a family, even though he knew how unlikely that dream was.

Just as Harry was about to ask his father about the chances of walking away from this life, he saw a Skyhall angel, driven by desperation and stupidity, lunging at the Dark Lord. Harry didn't even have the chance to shout before the Dark Lord, his father, simply raised his finger and shot a lightning bolt, killing the Half-Immortal stage angel as if he were nothing. The Dark Lord's power had risen to the point where he no longer needed an Immortal-killing weapon; he was a god, the God of Darkness, and his power was sufficient to kill not only Half-Immortals but even Celestial stage cultivators.

"Shit," Thrain muttered.

"I hope you got all the answers you needed, Harry," Michael asked, preparing to jump back into the battle.

Despite the slaughter happening around Harry, he couldn't feel any resentment or anger toward his father. He knew he was supposed to seek justice, but after hearing the full story about the Skyhall, he couldn't blame his father. A significant reason for this was Lailah. Although the entire world painted the Dark Lord as evil, Harry remembered his mother telling him that his father was a good man in a bad situation. Even when Harry confronted her about his father being the Dark Lord, Lailah never blamed him or vilified him. Instead, she always told Harry that the world was not black and white.

But Harry had one more question that had kept him awake more nights than he cared to admit…

"Father… When all of this is over… will you accept me and mother?" Harry asked, his eyes brimming with tears. When Michael heard Harry's question, his heart softened. He felt a pang of pity and sadness for the young boy before him.

Taking a deep breath, Michael walked toward Harry. As he approached, Harry's friends didn't back away despite their fear, but instead formed a protective circle around him. Michael smiled at Harry's friends, appreciative that unlike him, Harry had people who stood by him. He then knelt on one knee and looked Harry in the eyes. To Harry's surprise, his father placed a hand on his shoulder, allowing the tears that had welled up in Harry's eyes to trickle down his cheeks.

"I promise… I lost my family once, but I will never lose you and your mother… Once this is all over, we will all be a family. We will have our own happy ending, Harry," Michael said calmly, his tone firm.

As they heard the uncharacteristic softness in the Dark Lord's voice, Harry's friends relaxed slightly, sensing no deceit in Michael's words.

"Would you really do that for us?" Harry asked, his voice trembling.

"Yes," Michael assured him. Before he could say more, Harry lunged forward and hugged Michael tightly. Michael, taken aback by the gesture, returned the embrace warmly. After enduring so much loss—Eve's death, the killing of his own brother, witnessing his mother taken away, and watching his world plunge into darkness—Harry's hug melted some of the hardness that had settled around his heart. As Michael hugged Harry, Nithroel's voice sounded in his head, tinged with concern. "Dark Lord, come to me. I've sensed some space distortion in the Akilan realm. It seems like a portal is opening."

Realizing the urgency in Nithroel's voice, Michael gently withdrew from Harry's embrace and looked at his friends. "Take care of him," he said simply, before turning to Harry. "You have good friends. The Mazeroth Academy will still be here even after I'm done with the Skyhall."

Before they could respond, Michael shot toward the sky, his dark aura trailing behind him as he flew straight to Nithroel's ship. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As Michael reached inside the ship, he found Nithroel standing in the war room, pointing at several rune-engraved mirrors that lined the walls. The mirrors reflected an eerie golden flicker.

"This is a portal gateway about to be opened. We need to be ready," Nithroel grimly explained. But to their shock, another golden dot appeared on the mirrors. "Another portal is opening, Your Highness!" An elf beside her, eyes wide with alarm, exclaimed.

Nithroel frowned deeply, and Michael realized the gravity of the situation. More golden dots began appearing rapidly. Before they could fully grasp what was happening, yet another dot appeared, then another, and another. "What the hell...," Michael muttered under his breath. Looking at the numerous blips, Nithroel frowned because she felt that the battle was one-sided and Skyhall would not let them win easily. Every fiber in her body screamed, indicating the upcoming danger. Even the demons seemed to sense the danger and halted their battle with the Skyhall angels.

"If they're opening this many portals, it means they're bringing in armies. But not just through one portal. They must be bringing something through these portals and forming an army." Nithroel said, turning toward Michael.

For a few moments, no one spoke as they all stared at the blips in the mirror while some looked at the dark sky through the windows. Then, the silence was broken by a shout.

"Look there!" An elf suddenly shouted, pointing out the window at the dark sky. When Michael turned toward the mirror, he saw a massive winged beast emerging from one of the portals. As it came into focus, he saw it was a dragon. Its scales glistened like molten gold, and its eyes burned with a fierce light. More and more dragons, varying in colors from deep crimson to icy blue and sizes ranging from colossal to gigantic, flew through each portal, their roars echoing through the skies.

"Dragons…They're bringing dragons," Nithroel said.

The dragons were enormous, dwarfing even the demons who, until now, had seemed like the titans of the battlefield. One colossal red dragon, its scales a deep, fiery hue that glowed against the dark backdrop of the sky, opened its massive jaws and swallowed a demon whole in a swift, fluid motion that left onlookers stunned.

Michael's frown deepened as he witnessed the dragons' display of power. He had heard tales of dragons, a powerful race thought to have vanished from the mortal realm, with only a few remaining hidden in seclusion. Yet here they were, not just a solitary dragon but an entire army, their coordination and tactical prowess evident as they soared through the dark sky. They moved with terrifying precision, unleashing streams of fire that lit up the skies and synchronized their movements as if they were a single entity.

This was the first time Michael had seen such a force, and the realization that they were facing a well-organized dragon army sent a chill down his spine. "So the dragons didn't go extinct but were living in another plane under Skyhall's watch. Interesting," Nithroel's voice was low but carried a note of revelation.

Despite the valiant and strategic efforts of the demons, they were outmatched. The dragon flames burned through their regenerative abilities faster than they could heal, and some of the larger dragons simply swallowed them whole. Realizing the futility of their current strategy and witnessing the rapid demise of his demon forces, Michael immediately called them back to regroup and strategize further.

As he prepared to join the fray himself, Michael cracked his neck, a gesture that signaled his readiness to confront whatever challenges lay ahead. Observing the unfolding chaos, Nithroel added a crucial piece of information. "These dragons don't seem to be controlled. Else, I could have felt it. They are defending Skyhall on their own volition, so be careful,"

She then turned her attention to coordinating their forces. "I will communicate with Elidyr and his team to adjust our tactics,"

As Michael lunged out of the ship, the demons who survived the dragons' assault formed a formation behind him, signaling that only the Dark Lord could take on the dragons. The dragons, sensing the power emanating from Michael, hovered in the sky without launching an attack. These dragons were not only extremely intelligent and powerful, comparable to the demons in might, but also ancient and alive, likely at the Celestial or Half Celestial stage.

However, to Michael's shock, a colossal shadow appeared in the clouds above him. Although not easily intimidated, Michael felt a chill as he saw the size of what appeared to be a dragon, almost on par with Mugashuku—or perhaps even larger. But what truly unnerved him was not just the size but the type of power he felt emanating from the shadow. It wasn't the cultivator power of the mortal realm; it was akin to the Celestial energy radiation he had felt from powerful beings in the realm of gods.

"Fucking hell, what the hell is coming?" Michael muttered, his gaze fixed upwards, trying to determine the nature of this new enemy.