System's POV

“What are you?” Prince Aurelion asked the projection of the teenage boy who was looking back at him with a devilish smile on his face. “Are you really a human?”

“Do I not look human?” Thirteen asked back in a teasing manner.

Technically, he was no longer human. But that wasn’t something that he would speak out loudly for everyone to hear.

The Prince of the Dragonkin Race didn’t know how to reply to Zion’s rhetoric.

Earlier, he felt very confident about his power and that he could easily annihilate the Wanderers trying to evacuate from the Cygni Continent secretly.

He wanted to show the Jinns, who had failed to defeat their enemies, how weak and powerless they truly were.

But that confidence of his had been dashed a few minutes ago, after Thirteen ordered Jubei to strike the Dragonkin Army with uncanny precision.

Of course, killing Prince Aurelion wasn’t part of his plan.

At least, not yet.

The Dragonkin Prince might still have a use, so Thirteen stayed his hand and purposely kept him alive, allowing him to witness the weapon under Zion’s control.

“So, tell me, Your Highness, do you want me to kill more of your people?” Thirteen asked. “Or are you going to be a good boy and order your army to stand down?”

“You dare to insult me!?” Prince Aurelion roared in anger.

“Is that a no?” Thirteen smirked.

A moment later, the Majin Prince saw something bright over the horizon, making him stand up from his throne.

But before he could do anything, hundreds of his subordinates died in the blink of an eye, unable to do anything!

“You bastard!” Prince Aurelion growled in anger, glaring at Zion’s projection.

“Are you going to stand down like a good boy, or should I eliminate you and talk to the next person in charge?” Thirteen asked in a tone as if he were talking to someone beneath his status. “I don’t mind either way. After all, it’s going to be your funeral.”

Smoke rose from the ground as those who barely survived the two beam strikes writhed in pain like no other.

Parts of their body had turned to charcoal, and smoke rose over their bodies.

The smell of scorched flesh hung thickly in the air, an aftermath of something that the Jinns had never experienced in the battlefield before.

The projection of Thirteen hovered in front of the Prince. The former’s arms were crossed behind his back as he watched the Dragonkin Prince’s face distort from anger.

Prince Aurelion’s scaled hands clenched tightly, claws digging into the armrests of his throne until cracks formed in the golden metal.

“You think this is over?” Prince Aurelion hissed. “You think this little display changes anything? I am the Crown Prince of the Dragonkin Empire. You dare challenge our bloodline and expect to live?”

Thirteen tilted his head, amusement gleaming in his eyes. “Ah, there it is. That royal pride again. Tell me, Your Highness, how many of your soldiers must die before your ego gets tired?”

“You’ll regret this.”

“I already regret wasting breath on someone who thinks bloodlines make them untouchable. Enough talk. Time for you to understand your place.”

A deep chill ran through the Dragonkin’s spine as he saw another brilliant flash over the horizon.

He instinctively used his arms to shield himself, but it was already too late.

Thirteen’s third beam strike obliterated the flagship of the Dragonkins and laid waste to anything that was in its path.

The leaders of the Jinns, especially Prince Zepharion, Princess Xynalia, Prince Xylen, and Prince Orryn, gasped in shock as the mighty flagship of the Dragon Kin exploded right before their very eyes.

“Is he dead?” Prince Zepharion asked, half excited, half fearful of the scene he just witnessed.

He wanted nothing more than to see the arrogant Dragonkin’s corpse and spit on it to vent out his frustrations.

Pieces of the flagship crashed on the ground, sending all the Dragonkins in panic.

Their ruler had just been attacked, and his life and death were unknown.

But half a minute later, a powerful presence blew away the black smoke from the ship’s wreckage, showing the Prince of the Dragonkin, who had suffered serious injuries in his body.

His injuries weren’t fatal, and with enough treatment, he would be able to return to his peak after a few days of rest.

He didn’t die because he had raised his defenses to the limit, activating the magical artifacts in his possession that were given to him by his father, the Emperor of the Dragonkin.

However, he only managed to protect himself. His subordinates weren’t as lucky.

“Damn it!” Prince Aurelion cursed.

It was then that a chuckle reached his ears.

For some odd reason, the communicator on his wrist was still working and showing the projection of the teenage boy, who was laughing at him in contempt and disdain.

“So you survived that, huh?” Thirteen asked, his tone filled with amusement. “Well, do you think you can survive another one?”

“S-Stop!” Prince Aurelion, who had almost died from Thirteen’s attack, shouted. “We will stand down! Stop attacking us!”

“You should have said that from the start,” Thirteen sneered. “Listen here, Your Highness. The only reason you’re still alive is because I allowed you to stay alive. The next time you annoy me, I will just wipe you out from this world. You will die not even knowing how.”

Of course, Thirteen knew that someone as important as Prince Aurelion would have life saving artifacts that would prevent him from dying instantly from Nautilus concentrated beam strike.

However, Nautilus had also reached its limit, and could no longer unleash such a devastating attack one more time.

The primary cannons would need to cool down, but the secondary cannons were still active.

Although it might no longer be able to kill a Majin Prince, it can definitely annihilate Rank 7 Sovereigns and below.

“Don’t test me again,” Thirteen said firmly, his tone suddenly devoid of teasing. “This is your last warning, Your Highness.”

Aurelion’s jaw tensed. His instincts screamed at him to retaliate and make the enemy pay tenfold.

But another part of him—the part raised to be a ruler, knew that if the Wanderers could fire more of those beams of light, his entire army would disappear from the face of the world.

If that was truly the case, then what was the purpose of his coming to this world?

To be the laughingstock of everyone?!

“I will not forget this,” Aurelion finally said, voice low, murderous. “You’ve made an enemy of the Dragonkin Empire.”

“And you’ve made a mistake, thinking I care about you and your Empire,” Thirteen replied coldly. “It seems that Prince Zepharion is smarter than you. At least he understood that fighting me was a foolish thing to do.”

The projection flickered for a moment before disappearing completely.

Prince Aurelion roared towards the sky.

A roar filled with anger and frustration.

From miles away, Prince Zepharion laughed.

Although he felt regretful that Prince Aurelion didn’t die, hearing his frustrated roar was like music to his ears.

It was not only he who felt happy hearing the Dragonkin Prince’s display of helplessness.

Princess Xynalia was also quite happy with this outcome.

‘I want to see him,’ Princess Xynalia thought, wishing that she could see Thirteen’s cold, merciless stare directed at the Dragonkin Prince, who had trampled on their dignity.

Prince Zorren smiled from ear to ear.

He wanted to shout to the world that Zion Leventis was his Master, but held himself back, knowing the repercussions of such an act.

Miles away from the destruction that Thirteen’s beam strike had caused, eight Azothralls looked over the aftermath of a one-sided massacre.

“We made the right choice,” Azoh’Dar said softly.

The seven other Azothralls nodded in agreement.

Thirteen had asked them to come to that place so that they could witness his might.

And after seeing that scene, none of the Azothralls no longer wanted to become Zion’s enemy.

“We will keep a low profile for now,” Azoh’Dar stated. “We will only come up if an opportunity arises. Our targets will never be the Wanderers, but the Dragonkins and the Jinns who share their same vision.”

Azoh’Dar couldn’t target anyone else because he didn’t dare attack the Artemian Empire.

He wanted them to think that the first batch of Azothralls had already died so that they would no longer look for them.

For now, the only thing they wanted was to survive, and to do that, they must erase their presence and only strike when they were certain that there would be no witnesses behind to tell anyone of their existence.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!