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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 82: Dragon of Ascension
Volume 8, Chapter 82: Dragon of Ascension
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Noa swung her fists and crossed them before her chest. As power surged, the outline of her entire body was gradually shrouded in a halo of pure white light.At the same time, the waves born of that gathering energy began to affect the surrounding environment.
Just like during the joint exam in the Azure Cloud Valley of the Blazing Sun Clan: the wind scoured the clouds; the earth trembled.
Sherry had already spirited the girls and Anna back to a safe enough distance, yet the concentration of that immense power still drew their eyes.
She circled in the air; the girls looked back over their shoulders.
A half-ring of glimmer lay across the dragon’s back; from the direction of the valley just now, a wind raised by the convergence of Primordial Force blew over and lifted the pink bangs at her brow.
“That’s... the same energy fluctuation as during the joint exam...”
“...”
Muse narrowed her eyes and peered that way.
“But as I recall, big sister didn’t fully unleash it then. Like that... it must’ve been because of the exam rules. Now that those exam constraints are gone, big sister is fully releasing that move.”
“Is big sister going to use Over-Sense?” Moon asked.
Aurora shook her head.
“No. Big sister hasn’t learned Over-Sense yet, and Over-Sense isn’t much use against something this absurdly large. In truth... I’ve never seen her use this one to completion. I’m... kind of excited.”
It wasn’t only the girls who felt that mighty wave of power—the newly awakened Mandrill felt a thread of threat as well.
In its muddled mind, it realized that if it allowed that little speck to continue, a grave error might be born.
“We must... finish this quickly!”
With that thought, the Mandrill let out a mountain-shaking roar, then raised its colossal paw and slammed it toward Noa.
As the forepaw descended, the wind keened. Everything nearby was shredded by the knife-edge gale; the pressure was like a mountain collapsing right before Noa’s eyes.
“Damn... Princess Noa! Dodge!!”
“If that hits you... even a Dragon King would be smashed to pieces! Princess Noa!!”
The severely wounded Silver Dragon soldiers shouted for Noa to move. A few even dragged their battered bodies, trying to rush up and pull her away, but their wounds were too heavy; they fell again before they could stand.
Eyes wide, they could only watch that immense paw—hundreds of times Noa’s size—crash down on her...
How was this different from a tiger crushing an ant!
“Boom!!”
With the Mandrill’s slap, the ground bucked and the mountains swayed. The shock wave fanned out at speed, blowing Silver Dragon soldiers across several kilometers clean off their stations.
Even Sherry, who believed she had retreated to safety, felt the weight of that brutal strike and had to throw up a magic barrier to withstand it.
“Terrifying. Two ascension eras in a row—and monsters every time...”
“Princess Noa! Princess Noa!!”
“Big sister... big sister!!”
“...”
Dust surged under its paw; certain the strike had landed, it felt the surge from moments ago fade away — proof enough, given how small the target was.
It could no longer feel that earlier threat.
That little thing was already...
But before the Mandrill could act, a burst of white light flared from beneath its paw.
Light leaked through the gaps between its claws—and then a powerful force began, inch by inch, to lift the Mandrill’s massive paw up!
Startled, the Mandrill roared and pressed harder.
But now, no matter how it bore down, coordinating all five talons, the force beneath its paw kept pushing back.
The next instant, a surge of power blasted out and hurled the Mandrill’s enormous body stumbling backward!
Right after, a slender figure slowly floated into the air.
She was wrapped head to toe in holy light, and judging by height and tail length, the figure was an adult.
From her head grew a pair of long dragon horns, sheathed in radiance—leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind: this was an adult of the dragon race.
Except...
“Is that... big sister?” Moon’s pupils quivered. “Why does it look like... she suddenly grew up?”
Though Noa had entered her maiden years and shot up in height, with the signs of adulthood gradually developing, she had not yet reached full majority. Ordinarily, she was still under one-sixty in height.
But at this moment, that sacred silhouette hovering before the Mandrill was clearly taller than Noa.
“Horns... tail...”
Aurora murmured:
“Don’t tell me big sister’s move is... using Primordial Force to forcibly shape herself an adult body?”
Many times, Noa and their parents had said that the reason she couldn’t use certain moves yet was simply because her physique wasn’t there; once she grew up, once she was an adult, she’d naturally be able to use them.
Aurora had always assumed those words were just big sister being too intense, too overworked—so she grumbled a little. She hadn’t expected big sister to be silently developing a move like... this.
...
Using the Primordial Force condensed by the ancestor to reshape her own body...
What kind of crazy ideas were stashed in Noa’s little head?
“Y-Your Highness? Is that you?... It feels so... sacred.”
“For a second I thought I was looking at Her Majesty.”
Seeing this, the badly injured Anna finally let herself slump back and rest easy.
On the battlefield, the light encasing Noa began to slough away like fragments, revealing her original face.
Silver-black hair, a slender, balanced frame, long, razor-sharp dragon horns...
She slowly opened her eyes. In Primordial Mode, her pupils had turned gold; pale shadowed accents flared around the corners of her eyes with the resonance; unlike the expression and gaze of her maiden state, this Noa looked more like Rosvisser many years ago—cold in face, with eyes keen as blades.
She flexed her hands and murmured, “This body... feels like it can do anything.”
The ancestor’s voice sounded in her head.
“Let’s call this move we made together Primordial Ascension for now. Like Primordial Mode, it’s time-limited—and the side effects are far greater than Primordial Mode. Also, you must finish the Mandrill quickly. Any motion it makes could be disastrous for the Silver Dragons’ lands, not to mention so many wounded soldiers nearby who can’t be moved. If possible, end it in one strike.”
Noa lowered her hands and looked toward the Mandrill, which was coiling to launch a second offensive.
“One strike, huh... Perfect. In this body, I should be able to use that one.”
The ancestor was taken aback. “When I said ‘one strike,’ I didn’t mean throwing your life away. The side effects of Primordial Ascension are already severe—if you then—”
“I’ve wanted to try it for a long time, Auntie.”
Noa said softly. “And, thinking it through, aside from that one, I don’t have anything that can finish the Mandrill in a single move.”
Noa’s skill list wasn’t as rich as her father’s, but it was enough.
Enough is enough. Whatever the move, whatever the side effects—if it protects the Silver Dragons, that’s best!
The ancestor clenched a quiet fist. After a beat of thought, she said, low and firm:
“Very well. Do it boldly, Noa. You said with this body... you can do anything.”
“Mm.”
“One strike to end it, or the aftermath will be worse.”
On the lift of Primordial Force, Noa rose higher and began to gather power.
The Mandrill lifted its head toward that ever more distant, ever smaller figure.
Feeling Noa’s energy rise again, the ancient peril-form realized the deciding blow of this battle was at hand.
In that case...
The Mandrill slowly opened its vast maw; boundless, towering energy began to pool inside.
“The Mandrill’s going for a final strike...”
“I’ve never felt a wave like this... even if Her Majesty or the Old King came, not necessarily...”
“What will Her Highness do... She’s not going to take it head-on, is she?”
“If Princess Noa doesn’t neutralize this blow, the entire Silver Dragon border—maybe the Demonlands beyond—will be caught up in it...”
“Even Lady Moon and the others who just withdrew won’t escape.”
“...”
Noa regulated her breathing and, step by step, unlocked the limits on this body.
“Blood Boil...”
“Bone Rush...”
“Godspeed...”
“Star-Pierce...”
“Sun-Burn...”
Her body began to glow gold.
“Dusk Base...”
The gold shifted toward the colors of sunset.
“Reverse-Life Radiance...”
At last, the surging light became the deep red of blood.
Blood steamed and rose; the vessels beneath her skin stood out clear, running from her chest to her neck, then across her cheeks and the corners of her eyes.
She slowly opened her eyes, now laced with bloodshot threads.
“Come on—one strike to decide it.”
With that, Noa unleashed a savage burst of power.
A moment later, a great dragon of deep crimson slowly coalesced around her body.
And she, standing on the blood-dragon’s head in mere flesh, charged straight at the world-ruining blast below!
Ninth Gate · Night Cannon—Dragon of Ascension!
