The Villain's Story

Chapter 684: [684] The different types of dragons.

After Kazikato had stopped sulking, he was forced to stay quiet by Azmakul, and sit down. Alan could not avoid it as well.

Azmakul stood before them, his back towards the sea, looking down at the two of them. He coughed, before saying.

”We have three main body types, or forms, as you call them.”

He opened his hand, and from his palms emerged mana, a copious amount of it, slowly rising into the air in order to form three dragons, connected to each other with a string.

”They are called Adepta, Soara, Warna, respectively.”

He pointed at the first dragon, the classical one back on Earth, in stories and folk tales of the west, a dragon with four legs, a quadruped, with menacing horns that rose from its skull, menacing eyes, a pair of wings, and a spiked tail.

”Adepta possess greater dragon breaths than Soara and Warna, the magic they cast also has added bonuses, they also have great strength, but lack versatility and mobility. Her majesty Ariel is an Adepta, the greatest of them all. His highness Kulak is one, as well.”

The mana establishing the figure of the classical dragon from western folklore disappeared, being absorbed back into his body. His finger pointed at the one in the middle, the one he termed Soara.

It was like his own dragon form, and Kazikatoʼs as well, which resembled dragons from eastern myths, short limbs, but massive, serpent like bodies with great powers.

”Soara are the most mobile, they possess greater control of their mana than the other parts, but their strength lacks compared to the other two. They have the greatest bite out of every dragon, though. His highness Valus is a Soara.”

ʼHuh.ʼ

He was expecting a bit more, he had always thought his dragon form was a bit special, but it seemed like it was not.

The figure of the eastern dragon disappeared as well, being absorbed back into Azmakulʼs body. He wondered why he even felt the need to do that, Alan would have just dispersed the mana, he had too much of it to even care for such a little amount.

Azmakul, naturally, had more, but he was more frugal with it, more than expected.

”The last and most versatile is the Warna, while they may be lacking in terms of strength and mana control, they are perfectly capable of using weapons, as well as having the most control of their bodies. Her highness Lanesha is Warna.”

The final dragon was akin to Elijahʼs dragon form, a bipedal dragon, reminiscent of a humanoid. They possessed short tails, but strong limbs, and the ability to use weapons so casually with their own bodies was great, if Alan was being honest.

All the figures of the dragons disappeared, as Amzakul so graciously continued, he seemed to be... enjoying it.

”These are the three types of bodies we have, specialties form during our growth, dependent on our choices and preferences.”

He clapped his hands, attracting their attention. There was no need to do it, they were already listening tentatively, but the old dragon was enjoying it far too much.

He never really could go as hard as he wanted on Lanesha, but the princes were a different story. He could mold them as he liked, which may be the worst but best blessing for Alan and Kazikato.

But Kazikato asked him a question before he could continue.

”Is any specific type the strongest?”

Alan wanted to hear the answer to that too, so silently waited as Azmakul gave his answer.

”No, each one has their strengths and weakness, it ultimately depends on the dragon. I am an Adepta, yet have trained myself to make up for my weaknesses. Well, more like I had to, but you get the point.

Adepta, Soara, and Warna each have their strengths, once you learn how to use them, you will understand.”

Kazikato wanted to ask another question, but Azmakul put an end to it before it could even begin.

”Now then, both of you, fortunately, are Soara. Your speed, mobility, and precise control of mana are your greatest asset, and your adaptability is second only to Warna. I want both of you to transform, right now, and show me your forms.”

He made way for them by walking towards the side. His message was clear, he wanted them to transform above the sea of thunder. Kazikato sighed, and was the first to do it, reluctant, and tired.

Alan had not seen him transform in a while, his most vivid memory of Kazikatoʼs unique transformation was when he had fought him a long time ago. His form was a bit odd, but dangerous.

The dragon of bone appeared in a flash of black and green light, and looked at the two of them, creating a creepy smile. It wasnʼt meant to be creepy, but it could not be helped. He was a skeletal colossus that was nothing short of an unholy combination between elegance and macabre.

If it could even be called that. He was not vulnerable like one would expect from a bone dragon, his bony structure was akin to a full body armor, protecting his dragon heart. His body was a fortress that could withstand a deadly siege.

His head was elongated, with thorn like horns that stretched all the way back, that was pretty standard, the unique thing about his form were the midsections of his body that seemed separate from the rest, at regular intervals along his body.

He knew first hand how malicious and deadly those sections were... those things could spin independently so fast they could shred through his scales in an instant. He had been hit by them once, and vowed to never allow that to happen again. The speed and attack force Kazikato gained by making those sections move was horrendously overpowered.

ʼDoes he have more of them than before?ʼ

Kazikato seemed to be bigger than what he remembered, but hey, it had been a while since he saw him in his dragon form.

”Arenʼt you going to do it, Boss?”

He asked, his voice painful to hear. How he was even speaking was unknown to Alan, he shouldnʼt have any flesh, yet he could talk like he did.

Azmakul looked at him, and urged him to do the same. Alan sighed, and transformed as well.

[Dragon transformation(Frost) has been used.]

It had been a while since he assumed his own dragon form, not longer than Kazikato, but long enough. His dragon form rarely made an appearance, more so because Alan simply thought it was not needed at the time.

The first time he had done it, it was against Cheon Ma, the heavenly demon, in the Tower of Trials, that was purely on instinct, and he was driven more by rage and despair there. That time, he was simply acting like he wanted to without thinking too much.

The second time he had assumed his dragon form was against the fight with the Minotaur

King, whose home was now owned by Twilight. That was a much better fight than with Cheon Ma. Alan was actually using his head whilst fighting the Minotaur king, and if someone asked him, he would say he did a pretty good job. The time with Elijah didnʼt count, he had not used it well then, nor for long.

He argued, while he may not be the best at using his dragon form, he was still not as worse as one would expect. He used it when it was necessary, and to the best of his ability.

It was not his fault he did not get many chances to use his Dragon form. Almost everything he fought could be defeated by remaining as a human.

Nevertheless, it was a fresh feeling, being a dragon once more. Unlike Kazikatoʼs menacing

form, Alan was a little less menacing. His head was narrow and angular, adorned with sharp and ethereal spikes that fanned outward like a frozen diadem. His body was covered in

overlapping scales that resembled frosted glass or ice.

While he may not have something as unique as Kazikatoʼs spinning segments, what he did

have were spikes, spikes that emerged from his spin and looked purely for defense. His scales were also sharp, razor sharp. His hair did a magnificent job at hiding some of those spikes, making them a deadly surprise.

He was a bit bigger than Kazikato, but the difference was minimal. Over all, his form was a bit bland, but much more beautiful than Kazikatoʼs, but it paled when compared to Elijahʼs form. Why was that man so beautiful no matter what he was? The universe really was on his side,

annoyingly so.

”Hmmm. The young prince has a unique form.”

Azmakul complimented Kazikatoʼs form as he stroked his chin. His gaze moved onto Alanʼs,

and he let out a whistle.

”My prince, yours is surprisingly cute. Those spikes are adorable.”

”...cute?”

Alan stopped, how was he cute? He was not as menacing as Kazikato, but he was stronger, and

more powerful. How was that cute?

”Boss is cute?”

”I Am?”

”Yes.”

Well, he was an old dragon, so perhaps their forms, especially his, was cute to him.