I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 744: Armies Collide Part VII

But his reaction time, measured in microseconds and refined through centuries of combat experience, was too slow. The gulf between Ren’s speed and Boreas’s capacity to respond was so vast that it might as well have been infinite.

The arc of the swing was perfect, calculated to the exact millimeter.

The blade struck at the precise point where Boreas’s neck joined his shoulders, the point where the vertebral column was most vulnerable to lateral stress.

The angle of approach was such that the spine itself became the weak point that would determine the outcome.

Boreas’s body went rigid.

For a single moment that stretched across what felt like an eternity to the assembled dragons watching, the legendary warrior remained suspended in the sky, his massive frame still perfectly aligned despite the fundamental violation that had just been inflicted upon it. His final breath, drawn but not yet expelled, hung frozen in his lungs.

Then his head separated from his body.

The separation was clean, bloodless in its precision. Boreas’s head tumbled downward, rotating in the air currents, his expression frozen in the moment before awareness had fully processed the reality of his own demise.

His massive form, no longer directed by the consciousness that had guided it for centuries, began its descent toward the barren landscape below.

Ren stood on the descending corpse with perfect balance, his katana still extended from the completion of his strike. The blade was pristine. Not a drop of blood stained the silver-blue metal.

The entire execution had occurred with such surgical precision that even the blood seemed to have been prevented from soiling the weapon through sheer force of will.

“Too slow,” Ren said quietly.

His words, delivered with absolute flatness and complete absence of emotion, resonated across the entire battlefield far more powerfully than any roar or declaration of victory might have.

The statement hung in the air, a judgment not just upon Boreas but upon every dragon assembled to witness his demise.

The assembled dragons, thousands strong, suddenly understood with absolute certainty that they were facing something that transcended their understanding of power.

They understood, in that singular moment, that they were going to die. Inevitably, one by one, until none remained.

They understood that they were witnessing not a battle, but an execution.

And Ren Ryzard was the executioner.

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The first portal opened without warning.

It tore through the fabric of space like a blade cutting through silk, splitting reality open to reveal Mira standing in the center of a cluster of Herald’s dragons.

Her body was already in motion as the aperture sealed behind her, her fists moving with the speed and precision of someone who had trained for centuries to turn her body into a weapon of absolute lethality.

Dark fire erupted outward in a concentric pattern, black orbs with white edges that consumed light itself, leaving only darkness in their wake.

The spheres expanded as they traveled, engulfing three dragons simultaneously before detonating in a cascade of incineration that left nothing but ash suspended in the air.

The heat from the detonation was so intense that it created a localized pressure wave that knocked other nearby dragons backward, disrupting their equilibrium and shattering their formations.

The dragons barely had time to register what was occurring before more portals began opening everywhere.

Thousands of apertures tore open across the battlefield in rapid succession, each one creating a visible distortion in the air as reality bent to accommodate the passage between locations.

From each portal emerged either Mira or a minotaur.

The tactical formations the Herald had spent centuries refining shattered instantly under the coordinated strikes from multiple locations.

Dragons that had been positioned in what they believed were defensive clusters suddenly found themselves surrounded by enemies that appeared from nowhere and attacked with overwhelming force before they could even mount a response.

A fire-affinity dragon wheeled toward the nearest portal, its massive wings extending to generate lift and create distance from the threat.

Mira was already there, her body manifesting as the portal sealed behind her. Her fist moved with purpose, a movement that contained no wasted energy and no hesitation in its execution.

When her knuckles connected with the dragon’s flank, the impact registered across the entire formation as a shockwave of kinetic force that disrupted the positioning of creatures standing nearby. But that wasn’t what killed the dragon.

Supernova Palm activated the moment her knuckles made contact with scaled flesh.

The cells at the impact point began to wither instantaneously, as if every molecule of water contained within the dragon’s body was being forcibly extracted and expelled from its tissues.

The intricate biological systems that had been refined through centuries of draconic evolution suddenly became irrelevant as the cellular structure collapsed from lack of hydration.

The tissue turned necrotic, transforming from brilliant red scales to a dull gray-brown as death consumed it.

The color changed, spreading outward like rot consuming fruit.

The smell of decay and corruption began to emanate from the impact point almost immediately, a stench that even the other dragons could perceive despite the distance and the chaos of ongoing combat.

The dragon shrieked, the sound filled with genuine anguish as it realized what was happening to its own body.

It attempted to move away from Mira, to create distance and allow its natural regeneration to arrest the spread of whatever was occurring. But regeneration was irrelevant when the very cells being targeted were being destroyed faster than they could be replaced.

The necrosis spread outward from the impact point like a plague, consuming flesh and bone alike.

It moved through the muscular tissue and connective ligament, spreading along the pathways of greatest conductivity and lowest resistance.

The dragon’s wing collapsed as the cells responsible for maintaining its structural integrity dissolved into nothing.

Its leg buckled as the femur became so compromised that it could no longer support weight.

The dragon attempted to sever the infected limb with its own teeth and claws, but the necrosis had already advanced beyond the point where amputation could save its life.

It had consumed too much, spread too far, penetrated too deeply into the creature’s vital systems. The necrosis was already moving through the dragon’s torso, consuming organs and spreading inexorably toward its heart.

The dragon crashed from the sky, its massive form already dying before it struck the barren ground hard enough to crater the earth beneath it.

Another portal opened directly beneath a water-affinity dragon, the aperture materializing with such precision that the dragon barely registered the presence before it was too late.

A minotaur emerged from the opening, its massive frame moving with surprising speed despite its bulk and the heavily muscled structure of its body.

Its weapon, a hammer crafted from materials that concentrated magic connected with the dragon’s abdomen and sent the creature rocketing through the air with enough force to shatter several of its ribs simultaneously.

Blood erupted from the dragon’s mouth as internal organs were compressed beyond their capacity to function. But the minotaur wasn’t finished.

Another portal opened directly above the dragon’s trajectory, and the minotaur emerged through it in a coordinated movement that demonstrated absolute tactical precision.

The minotaur brought the hammer downward with crushing force, meeting the dragon in mid-air and driving it downward with augmented velocity.

Bone and internal organs were crushed by the impact, their structural integrity overwhelmed by the force.

The dragon’s body accelerated downward, pulled by gravity and the force of the blow, until it crashed into the barren wasteland hard enough to create a crater.

The minotaur landed nearby and struck the dragon’s head once more, ensuring that death was absolute and that there would be no possibility of survival or recovery.

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