I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 765  Dying Words

Laston raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow to King Gulben, who lay sprawled on the ground.

Somewhere behind him, Saeldir's desperate cries echoed through the battlefield, but King Gulben's mind was solely focused on Laston and the pure hatred reflected in his corrupted eyes.

Erend and Eccar hovered in the air, watching intently. They were ready to intervene, but they still held back. They had to trust the king. This was his fight, even though the odds were overwhelmingly against him.

"Die, Gulben!" Laston roared, his voice a guttural growl. He swung his hand, now engulfed in a crimson and black aura, aiming for the king's head.

King Gulben grit his teeth. This would not be the end. He would not allow it.

Summoning every last ounce of magic and strength left in his battered body, he stretched out his palm and called his sword back to his grip.

The faithful weapon responded instantly, leaping into his hand in a blur of motion. With a final burst of effort, he swung with all his might, letting out a battle cry.

"HYAAAAA!!!"

A sickening slash rang through the air.

The blade, now dim and stripped of its silver glow, sliced cleanly through Laston's wrist—where the red and black energy had not fully covered. His severed hand fell to the ground, and the moment it landed, a violent explosion of energy erupted, throwing both King Gulben and Laston several meters away.

"Urgh…" The pain in Gulben's already battered body intensified, but as he struggled to his feet, he knew one thing—this was still far better than dying.

Lifting his head, he saw Laston writhing in pain, clutching his severed arm.

"AAARRGGHHH!!!" Laston's scream tore through the battlefield, a mix of agony and fury. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?!"

Seeing him like this, King Gulben couldn't help but let out a weak, exhausted smile. Just moments ago, he had been drowning in despair, but now, he realized something—Laston was in no better condition than he was.

Panting, Gulben forced himself to stand. "Just die? I won't die while you're still alive, you traitor!"

"I could bring greater progress to the Palace than you ever could!" Laston spat, his voice distorted, as if the energy within him was tearing through his vocal cords. "That palace should have been mine!"

Laston's burning red eyes locked onto him, his face twisting into a hateful snarl. Dark cracks formed across his skin, leaking black and crimson energy, making his expression even more monstrous.

"I could bring greater progress to the Palace than you ever could!" Laston spat, his voice distorted, as if the energy within him was tearing through his vocal cords. "That palace should have been mine!"

His severed hand did not regenerate.

"You are not worthy to claim that palace," Gulben retorted, standing tall despite his trembling hands gripping his sword. "Can you not see what you've done to yourself, Laston? You've corrupted your own body, turning yourself into an abomination!"

"This is evolution!" Laston snapped. Then, as if something inside him snapped completely, he let out an enraged roar and charged.

"RAAAAHHH!!!"

King Gulben let out his own war cry and rushed forward to meet him.

Their clash was slower than before, their movements heavy and strained, yet their killing intent was greater than ever. The stakes had never been higher, and King Gulben could not afford to lose now.

Then they start fighting again and kept exchanging desperate attacks. There were no more elegant flashes of Magic or devastating moves.Only raw, brutal swings, kicks, and punches.

Each blow was driven by a singular purpose: to survive and to kill. The throne of the palace hung in the balance, and neither brother was willing to yield.

For several minutes, they fought like cornered beasts, their movements fueled by exhaustion and sheer determination.

Then, Laston suddenly let out another agonized scream. The aura around his body flared violently, its crimson and black hues pulsing with unstable energy. The cracks on his face and body deepened, spreading like fractures in shattered glass.

It was clear now that absorbing the souls of Dredge and Veyna had not simply made him stronger. It had also corrupted him further.

This was why Laston had hesitated to use that power. It was meant to be a last resort, something to fuel his escape, not to prolong a fight. But his rage had blinded him. He had chosen to wield it recklessly, without considering the consequences.

And now, his own body was beginning to break apart.

King Gulben saw his opening and took it. Despite the searing pain coursing through his body and the exhaustion threatening to drag him to the ground, he forced himself forward.

With a defiant roar he swung his sword.

The blade tore through Laston's remaining arm, severing it cleanly. The limb fell to the ground with a sickening thud. A unnatural blood that looks thicker and blacker than any human or Elven blood poured from the wound.

Laston barely had time to register the loss before King Gulben drove his sword into his stomach.

A guttural scream tore from Laston's throat as Gulben kept pushing forward, forcing him back step by step. The king's snarl mirrored his pain, but he did not stop.

Dark blood spilled from Laston's mouth as he looked down at the blade buried deep in his body. His crimson-black eyes now flickered with something else—something between shock and twisted amusement.

But Gulben did not relent. He wrenched his sword free, then, without hesitation, stabbed again—this time straight through Laston's chest.

A violent shudder ran through Laston's body. His legs buckled, his form crumpling as the last of his strength left him.

King Gulben pulled the sword free and Laston collapsed onto the ground, his wide, disbelieving eyes staring up at him.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent.

Then, with a ragged, dying breath, Laston let out a weak, bitter chuckle.

"You think you've won? You've only delayed your destruction. More enemy will come from the webs. Those Dragons will also perish!"

His lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk before his body convulsed. More of the corrupted blood oozed from his wounds, seeping into the ground beneath him.

His breathing slowed. The red glow in his eyes dimmed.

And then, at last, Laston lay still.

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