Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 317: King Lionel vs Roxana

King Lionel wasted no time, his face a mask of unwavering determination and simmering anger. His grip tightened on his greatsword as he raised it high, the blade radiating with a brilliant, golden light.

The sacred energy flowed through the sword, filling it with divine power until it shimmered with holy brilliance, almost too bright to look at directly.

"Let me show you the true might of the Lionhart family!" Lionel's voice boomed across the battlefield, fierce and resolute.

With a powerful shout, he swung the sword downward, sending a radiant arc of sacred energy slicing through the air, its trajectory aimed directly at Roxana. The sheer force of the attack caused the ground to tremble, cracks forming where the energy passed.

Roxana, still in her towering Volcanic Dragon form, felt the weight of the attack bearing down on her.

Despite her immense power, her massive size was slowing her down, making her movements too cumbersome against Lionel's precise, calculated strikes. Her molten eyes narrowed, frustration flashing across her face as she realized she was at a disadvantage.

"Damn it," she growled, her voice rumbling like distant thunder, irritation seeping into her tone. "This form won't work."

Without hesitation, her body began to shift, shrinking down as molten scales condensed around her. The towering dragon form she had used with such confidence condensed into a sleek, more agile shape—a dragonewt, a powerful human-dragon hybrid.

Her molten scales still glowed red-hot, radiating heat, but now her wings were compact, allowing for faster movement. Her hands, still transformed into razor-sharp Volcanic Dragon Claws, flexed with deadly intent.

As she completed her transformation, she stood taller, more nimble, ready for close combat.

Lionel's eyes briefly widened in surprise as he watched the shift in form. He hadn't expected her to adapt so quickly. His expression darkened, his lips curling in contempt. "So, you've changed your shape," he muttered, his voice low and cold. "But that won't save you."

Roxana met his gaze, her molten eyes glinting with dangerous amusement. Her lips curled into a smirk, unfazed by his taunts. "We'll see about that," she replied, her voice sharp, filled with challenge and confidence.

Without another word, she lunged forward with a roar, her Volcanic Dragon Claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. The battlefield trembled as their attacks collided, sending shockwaves that rippled through the ground.

Lionel swung his sacred sword with precision, the blade humming with divine energy.

But Roxana, now more agile, deflected each strike with her claws, sparks flying from the impact as metal clashed against molten scales.

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Her expression was fierce, determined, and with each parry, she seemed to grow more confident.

"Is that all?" Roxana taunted, her voice filled with fiery impatience.

Lionel's face hardened, his jaw tightening. He thrust his greatsword upward, but Roxana sidestepped effortlessly, her molten eyes burning with fury.

With a sudden motion, she unleashed her Magma Breath, a concentrated stream of molten lava that surged toward Lionel with incredible speed.

The heat was overwhelming, the ground beneath the attack sizzling and searing as it tore through the air.

Lionel's expression grew grim, but there was no panic. With swift precision, he activated Sacred Slash, his greatsword glowing even brighter than before.

"Sacred Slash!" he called out, his voice steady and commanding. The blade cut through the oncoming wave of molten magma, splitting it in two and dispersing the energy before it could touch him.

"You're strong," Lionel admitted, his tone cold and measured. "But it won't be enough to defeat me."

Roxana's eyes flared with anger, molten embers glowing fiercely within them. The playful smirk on her lips faded as she dodged his next strike with ease, her movements becoming sharper, more aggressive. "You talk too much!" she growled, her voice filled with irritation as her patience began to wear thin.

Her gaze darkened as she gathered more energy, her fury building. "Let's see if you can keep up with this."

The air around Roxana shimmered and warped, distorting from the immense heat as she prepared to unleash her full power.

Her body trembled with molten energy as she began to charge her most devastating attack yet—Volcanic Dragon Breath. The ground beneath her cracked and trembled, unable to withstand the intensity radiating from her.

The temperature around her spiked, sending waves of blistering heat outward, melting the earth in her immediate vicinity.

Her molten eyes locked onto King Lionel, and a wicked smirk curled across her lips. "You've pushed me this far," she growled, her voice thick with fury and amusement. "Now, I'll show you what true destruction looks like."

Lionel, sensing the overwhelming danger, gripped his greatsword with both hands, his knuckles white with tension. His face was set in a grim, determined expression as he planted his feet firmly on the scorched ground, preparing for the clash ahead.

"This ends now," Lionel muttered under his breath, his voice low and filled with cold resolve.

As Roxana gathered her molten energy, Lionel began channeling his own. Holy energy surged into his greatsword, the blade radiating with a golden, blinding light.

His eyes narrowed with focus as the divine power of the Lionhart family flowed through him, amplifying his strength. The air crackled around him as the sacred energy built, swirling violently around the blade.

With a voice that carried the weight of kingship, Lionel's words echoed across the battlefield. "Witness the power of a true king. King's Strike!"

Roxana's molten energy swirled faster, hotter, and more intense than ever before. She let out a guttural roar, the sound reverberating like an explosion, shaking the very air around them.

"Prepare yourself!" she bellowed, her voice booming with the force of an enraged dragon. "My Volcanic Dragon Breath will reduce you to ash!"

The energy gathered in her throat was hotter than the core of a volcano, more concentrated than any attack she had ever unleashed. Her scales gleamed with molten light, her body radiating an infernal glow as she aimed directly at Lionel.