GOT King of Dragon

The shadow half-dragon finally steadied itself. 

The tendrils on its body flailed wildly, writhing toward its neck and fusing together into a new, single-eyed ram's head. 

"Hisssss—grrr…" 

This grotesque transformation further enraged the Glutton. Beating its wings to ascend higher, it unleashed bursts of chaotic dragonfire. 

The shadow half-dragon darted left and right, but no matter how much it dodged, it could not fully avoid the green flames. 

Its body was repeatedly destroyed and reformed. 

Gradually, Rhaegar realized something was amiss. 

The more the shadow half-dragon was attacked, the more agile its movements became. 

From clumsy flying at first, it had now learned to occasionally evade the dragonfire altogether. 

"Glutton, keep your wits about you! It's mimicking your movements!" 

Rhaegar slapped the dragon's scales, shouting a warning. 

But the Glutton paid no heed, continuing its relentless assault and spewing flames from all angles, determined to kill its opponent. 

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**On the ground, the situation was deteriorating.** 

The last remaining malformed monster had not yet been destroyed. It lashed out with shadowy tendrils, attacking any living being within reach. 

From the night sky, viscous fluid dripped down—remnants of the dissolving shadow half-dragon. 

Upon hitting the ground, these thick droplets coalesced into human-like figures. 

As soon as these shadow figures took form, they crawled up from the ground and lunged at the nearest living targets. 

In an instant, the humans, once confident in their numbers, saw their morale plummet. 

The malformed monster and shadow figures rampaged across the clearing. 

The wildling horde, though large in number, was nothing more than a disorganized rabble. Faced with the shadowy attackers, they scattered almost immediately. 

Many were overcome with fear and fled toward the perimeter of the fire circle. 

At the very center of the clearing, several prisoners lay paralyzed with terror. The sounds of battle and cries for help echoed in their ears, shaking them to their cores. 

The head of the Shadow Binder rolled across the ground, muttering incessantly. 

"The Child of Shadows is here… kill the living… harvest the shadows…" 

A tall figure arrived on horseback, pulling the reins to halt. 

Dismounting, he picked up the rolling head and stuffed its mouth with a prepared cloth. 

"Shut up!" 

The newcomer was Sam. Separated from his guards, he had returned to retrieve the head out of concern. 

Just as he straightened up, a shadow figure appeared behind him, claws outstretched, lunging ferociously. 

Sensing the rush of wind at his back, Sam sidestepped and swung his sword, slicing off the shadow figure's head. 

The decapitated shadow dissolved into a pool of viscous fluid and retreated back into the ground, writhing. 

Sam hurriedly mounted his horse and put more distance between himself and the danger. 

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**Not far away.** 

Soldiers of the Bruen family followed Soroll into the fray, battling fiercely with the shadow figures. 

Only two guards remained to protect the terrified Barbett, who huddled beside a campfire. 

A shadow figure emerged from the ground, bypassing the guards, and tackled him. 

Barbett screamed in terror, flailing his arms and legs to fend off the attacker. 

In his panic, he caught a glimpse of the shadow figure's indistinct face. 

The features bore a haunting resemblance to his deceased brother, Wills. 

Barbett was so frightened that he wet himself. 

As the shadow clawed at him, he shut his eyes tightly and wailed, "Brother! It wasn't me who killed you! I swear, nothing happened between me and your wife! Please, don't come for me!" 

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**In the sky.** 

The Glutton stubbornly continued its assault on the shadow half-dragon. 

No matter how loudly Rhaegar shouted, it was futile. 

Boom! 

Once again, the green dragonfire obliterated the shadow half-dragon's head. 

This time, the shadow half-dragon didn't foolishly wait for its head to regenerate. Instead, it beat its wings and charged at the Glutton. 

Behind its oozing, headless neck, a swirl of black mist began to gather, forming into a humanoid shape. 

Rhaegar was startled. 

The figure was the same headless shadow that had attacked him and the Glutton before. 

At this moment, the headless shadow mirrored his movements. It gripped the shadowy tendrils on the dragon's back and assumed a crouching position. 

Seeing this, Rhaegar felt a surge of blood rush to his head, his heart pounding wildly. 

"Dragonfire!" 

A surge of unexplainable anger rose from within. Rhaegar's face turned icy as he issued the command to attack. 

At that moment, he understood why the Devourer was enraged. 

This crude mimicry—this shadowy imitation—unwittingly provoked the nerves of the one being imitated. 

Rhaegar felt an unusual fury and wanted nothing more than to obliterate the headless shadow from existence entirely. 

At the same time, the shadowy half-dragon's head regenerated. 

The two dragons faced each other—one above, one below. 

The Devourer unleashed green dragonfire. 

The shadowy half-dragon spat out a cloud of shadowy black smoke. 

For the first time, the two clashed in the night sky. 

*Boom!* 

With a deafening roar, the green dragonfire incinerated the shadowy haze, tearing through it relentlessly and slamming into the shadowy half-dragon. 

The impact obliterated the shadowy half-dragon's head and neck, leaving not even a trace of its viscous remains. 

The headless shadow riding its neck also vanished without a trace. 

"Keep attacking! Dragonfire!" 

Rhaegar seized the opportunity to press the advantage. The Devourer finally responded, letting out a low growl as it circled its prey and unleashed a continuous pillar of dragonfire. 

The flames reduced the shadowy half-dragon to a charred wreck. 

Just as Rhaegar thought victory was within reach, the unexpected happened. 

The headless shadow reappeared on the shadowy half-dragon's back, its bloated body squirming unnervingly, as if filled with something. 

Upon contact, shadowy tendrils sprouted from the half-dragon, piercing into the headless shadow's body. 

In an instant, the shadowy half-dragon's mangled body regenerated completely. 

The cost, however, was that most of the shadows on the ground were consumed, easing the struggle below. 

"Damn it—it devoured the other shadows," Rhaegar muttered with a grim expression. He quickly instructed the Devourer to control the intensity of its dragonfire, ensuring no viscous remnants would form. 

"Roooar…" 

With its body restored, the shadowy half-dragon let out a bizarre howl and charged at the Devourer with increased speed, aiming for close combat. 

The Devourer roared in response, unleashing continuous dragonfire without fear as it awaited the assault. 

In the blink of an eye, the battered shadowy half-dragon pushed through the flames. Only one wing and half a tail remained as it wrapped itself around the Devourer from below. 

The shadowy half-dragon's body was covered in shadowy tendrils, clawing at the Devourer's scales. 

However, the Devourer's jet-black scales were as hard as iron, impenetrable to the shadow's attacks. 

The Devourer clamped its jaws onto the shadowy half-dragon's headless neck, tearing a massive gash. 

The shadowy half-dragon twisted and writhed but was unable to mount an effective resistance. 

The Devourer seized the moment, sinking its claws deep into its opponent's body while unleashing ferocious dragonfire. 

However, the shadowy half-dragon was merely a decoy. 

The true threat was the headless shadow, nowhere to be seen. 

As Rhaegar focused on the Devourer growing more ferocious in battle, the headless shadow crept silently onto the dragon's back. 

In its hand was a steel spike stained with dragon's blood. 

Rhaegar suddenly shuddered. His body temperature spiked, and his skin began to flush red. 

Sensing danger, Rhaegar instinctively turned his head. 

In that instant, he saw the headless shadow advancing step by step. 

His expression shifted dramatically, but his panic quickly subsided. 

Rhaegar suppressed his fear. His blood boiled hotter, a flush spreading across his youthful face as an unnatural excitement flickered in his eyes. 

"I won't go down without a fight!" he declared. 

As he spoke, Rhaegar swiftly stood up, brushing his hand over his bracelet. 

He retrieved a fire oil bottle, igniting the wick before hurling it forcefully against the jet-black dragon scales. 

The bottle shattered, and a roaring blaze erupted instantly. 

*(End of chapter)*