Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 438: What Are You?!
[District A.]
BOOOOM!!
The battlefield became a hellscape. A series of mana-charged explosions daisy-chained across the district, tearing through asphalt and steel. Entire city blocks collapsed into rubble, and within minutes, the once-proud skyline of District A was consumed by a roaring inferno.
"Shit!! No matter how we do this, they will keep on coming!!"
A Summoner yelled, his voice cracking with exhaustion. He swung his blade, decapitating a charging zombie. "Fire Blade!!"
The five-meter-tall Saw-Maned Lion behind him roared, its mane igniting. It slashed its massive paw, sending a crescent blade of concentrated fire tearing through the undead horde, turning a dozen of them into ash instantly.
The Summoner paused, breathing heavily, sweat stinging his eyes. "I don’t think this city can survive this," he muttered, looking up at the colossus dominating the skyline.
High above, Madurai stood on the skull of the Bone Reaper. Flanking him were Angelina, the Fifth Ghost, and Denton, the Sixth. From their vantage point, the destruction looked like art.
"It seems you’re going all out."
The three Ghosts and Hawk turned towards the voice. Patrick and Ethan were flying towards them, their mounts cutting through the smoke.
"You two," Madurai muttered, his voice dripping with killing intent.
"Madurai, I advise you call back this Summon, or we will have to take it down," Ethan said calmly, his arms crossed over his chest. He hovered on his Griffin, looking less like a soldier and more like a disappointed teacher.
"Hahaha!! No matter the outcome, you fools plan to end us here today!! So we will also go all out!" Madurai yelled, his laughter manic.
"Something isn’t right."
"Huh?"
Madurai and Denton turned to Angelina in confusion. She had closed her eyes, extending her senses beyond the immediate chaos. When she opened them, her gaze was sharp, locking onto the brothers.
"Where did you hide the people?" she asked, her voice cutting through the noise of battle.
"Hide the people?" Madurai frowned. He lowered his gaze to the burning city below and scanned the ruins with his high-level mana perception.
"Yes... Apart from your Summoners, there isn’t a trace of a single ordinary soul..."
Madurai’s eyes widened. "You must have already anticipated this attack." He slowly nodded his head, staring at Ethan with newfound respect and hatred.
"And when you said District A hadn’t been secured, you were in fact lying... This way, I would focus my attack here. But why here?"
He looked around the devastating trap. The terrain, the lack of civilians, the specific resistance—it was all choreographed.
"Wait... But we followed this route on our own accord," Denton pointed out, confused.
"You are wrong," Angelina hissed, gritting her teeth. "All the other districts have been completely blocked and sealed off with forces... We thought this route would be the safest way because of the wealthy people and low Summoner count."
She chuckled lightly, a bitter sound, and unclenched her fists.
"We should have known from the start. If they have also predicted the use of this Summon, they will prepare a counter-attack," she added.
"Then we will have to kill them before they can attack!" Madurai yelled, preparing to unleash another wave.
"You three Ghosts are truly stupid... The moment we gained our new allies, you already lost."
Ethan’s words were final. As he spoke, a massive shadow eclipsed the clouds, plunging the burning city into an eerie twilight.
"Huh?"
The three Ghosts raised their heads to the sky. Their hearts skipped a beat.
Hundreds of Black-Scaled Dragons filled the air, blotting out the light. They weren’t spectral projections or mana constructs; they were flesh and blood, ancient and terrifying.
"Something isn’t right... Those dragons, they aren’t Summons," Denton yelled, feeling the raw, primal energy radiating from the beasts. It wasn’t mana; it was something older.
"I love explosions!!"
One dragon roared with a voice that shook the heavens. It tucked its wings and shot forward with insane speed, a living missile heading straight for the Skeleton Knight.
"Shit!!! Bone Reaper!! Multiple Slash!!!" Madurai yelled the order in panic.
Angelina watched the Skeleton’s six arms rise, weapons glowing with necrotic energy. She looked back at Ethan and Patrick, who were watching with grim satisfaction.
’The moment we gained our new allies, you already lost.’
The words echoed in her mind.
"Those four... Don’t attack, we need to retreat for now. Anything related to those four is beyond our league," she murmured to herself, realizing the scale of the threat. She turned to her comrades.
"Abandon the attack, Madurai! We must retreat!!!" she screamed.
"Retreat?! Have you looked around us??" Madurai snapped back at her. At that moment, not just one, but a hundred dragons were diving towards them in a coordinated strike.
"We need to retreat."
Ethan pulled a flare gun from his jacket and fired it into the air. Green smoke billowed out—the signal for total evacuation.
The entire Summoner force saw the signal. Without hesitation, they mounted their beasts and shot towards the city gates, fleeing the zone they had just been fighting to protect.
"What are they up to now?" Madurai asked, watching the brothers retreat.
"Forget them, we need to deal with these dragons!! Two of you, retreat! Denton."
"What do you mean by that?! We will retreat together—"
BAM!
"Mmm... Hmm!!" Angelina struggled against Denton’s hand, which was clamped firmly over her mouth.
"Good job, Denton. At least she can finally listen," Madurai smiled sadly. "We failed our mission... But we haven’t lost the war. Both of you must return to the hideout and take care of the Cup. Leave this to me."
"Hmm...." Angelina’s eyes were wide with panic.
"Don’t be stubborn, Angelina... Denton can only take one person with him," Madurai said, his voice softening. "And besides, if I go, who will block all this? Look at that."
He gestured to the incoming swarm of dragons, then at the fleeing brothers.
"Those two never run away from a fight... It only means this attack is far beyond anything we have ever seen. Go now!"
Denton nodded solemnly. The space behind them cracked like a broken mirror, and he pulled the struggling Angelina into the void. They vanished.
"Now!!"
Madurai smirked, alone on his throne of bone. He dropped to his knees and slammed both palms onto the skull of his creation.
"Bone Reaper, forget the previous command! Use Reaper Annihilation!!"
GRAAAAAA!
The Skeleton let out a roar that shattered windows miles away.
"Pathetic."
One of the dragons spoke—a single word filled with disdain.
A red beam of annihilation shot from the Skeleton’s mouth, aimed at the lead dragon. But the moment it touched the beast’s scales, the dragon didn’t just absorb the hit—it detonated.
BOOOOM!!!
It wasn’t a normal explosion. It was a cataclysm.
Following the first, all the dragons exploded one by one in a chain reaction of pure destructive force. In seconds, the district, the skyscrapers, the streets—everything was erased. The Skeleton Knight shattered under the thermal and concussive force, and with it, the gateway, the dark clouds, and the undead army vanished into nothingness.
The city was reduced to nothing but an open, clear, blackened wasteland.
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[Thousands of miles away — Safe Zone]
"My God, is she that powerful?" Ethan asked, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. He watched the mushroom cloud rising from the horizon.
"The daughter of a God, what do you expect?" Patrick asked, staring in awe. He held his jaw, contemplating the power scale.
"Between her and the Triplets, who is stronger?" he thought aloud.
"As their oldest, of course, she is stronger... But, do we have to sacrifice the whole city for this?" Ethan sighed, staring at the scarred earth where his home used to be.
"We’re getting rid of the Ghosts, permanently... Losing a city is nothing. It’s a good thing none of the citizens were killed."
BOOOOM!!!
Suddenly, an oppressive pressure descended on the Safe Zone, freezing every living soul in fear.
"What the? Such strong aura..." Patrick looked down at his legs; they were trembling uncontrollably.
"What’s happening over there now?" Ethan asked, staring back at the smoke with wide eyes.
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[Ground Zero — The Blackened Land]
"Cough!! Cough!!"
Madurai coughed up blood, hacking violently. He was on his knees in the center of the glassed crater, staring at his own blood spattering on the hot ground.
"If I hadn’t turned into my Smoke Form, I would be dead," he muttered. His body flickered, unstable.
Then, an unholy pressure dropped on him, pinning him to the earth.
"This?!"
With all his willpower, he raised his head towards the sky. Two massive grey eyes were staring down at him through the lingering smoke.
"Such terrifying pressure... But I don’t get it, how... How did this dragon survive such an explosion?"
"You called that an explosion?"
The smoke cleared with a flap of massive wings, revealing the glittery black scales of a dragon whose wingspan exceeded 50 meters. Its head alone was the size of a house. But its voice... it was female, calm, and mocking.
"Who are you?!! Why are you helping those people?!" Madurai yelled at the dragon, feeling like an ant before a god.
"So funny."
Purple smoke swirled around the dragon, condensing rapidly. In the next moment, Jinx walked out from the mist. She dusted off her clothes, a playful smirk on her face.
"The look on your face. It’s so funny," she added, tilting her head.
"You? You? I... I know you," Madurai muttered. His eyes widened in pure horror and disbelief as recognition struck him like a lightning bolt.
"WHAT ARE YOU?!!!"
