Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 724

Capítulo 724: Who would dare?

Carla stepped up to the dragon-guarded entrance, the air still trembling from the distant battle she had engineered. As expected, the second dragon remained behind, coiled like a living mountain of bone and scale. Its golden eyes were half-closed in wary vigilance, but the moment her foot touched the boundary stone, they snapped open.

She didn’t bother trying the gate. With a dragon present, she wouldn’t even make it halfway up the steps before becoming ash. But instead of frustration… she smiled.

The dragon lifted its massive head, snorting a gust of scorching heat that rattled the stones beneath her feet. Then, in a voice so deep it scraped her soul raw, it spoke:

“I knew I smelled something strange… beneath all that Boar piss and dung. That is the only reason I stayed behind instead of joining my sister to hunt those pig-headed annoyances for their disrespect. But to think—” it spread its colossal wings wide, a skeletal framework wrapped with leathery membrane like dried marrow “—that a mere demon trash would dare walk before me. Challenge me?”

Its wings cracked outward like giant bone fans, each flap kicking up a gale that tore chunks from the cliff face. Its scales sharpened in color, anger turning them from dull obsidian to molten crimson; fumes leaked from its nostrils like smoke from a volcano’s throat.

Carla didn’t flinch. She didn’t even slow down. She strolled—calm, almost casual—and stopped just a few paces from the dragon’s enormous snout.

“Perfect,” she said softly, “I was just in need of a guide.”

The dragon froze, stunned by her audacity. Its pupils stretched thin as it leaned forward to study her more carefully. She wasn’t preparing a stance. She wasn’t summoning demon energy. She wasn’t even tense. Her body language screamed no intention to fight—yet she stood boldly, speaking as if it were a merchant she was bargaining with.

“To think I would be using this already,” she murmured. “Master Chiron truly has incredible foresight.”

She raised a small pouch, reached inside, and pinched a clump of pink-reddish dust. Before the dragon could react, she blew it directly into its face.

The dragon inhaled on instinct.

Its reaction was instant.

It let out an earth-shattering roar as the dust invaded its sinuses. The behemoth flailed violently, smashing its tail through the mountain ridge and collapsing entire ledges with each thrash. The ground cracked. Stones fell like rain. Trees disintegrated into splinters.

But the dragon could not escape the dust now saturating its lungs.

Its roaring slowed. Its movements dulled. Its eyes—once molten with fury—shifted into a strange, shimmering pink-red hue.

Carla exhaled in satisfaction. “That,” she said gently, “is the dried blood of my servant-sister, Emma. With a little enhancement from Master Chiron. Even a dragon cannot resist it.”

The massive creature gave one last weak huff before slumping to the ground, docile and semi-entranced, its breath coming out in slow huffs like distant thunder rolling across a valley.

Taking her time, Carla stepped forward and climbed onto its back, settling between two protruding bone ridges as if taking her rightful seat.

“Take me to my slave-brother in the Dragon Lands,” she commanded.

The dragon’s eyes glimmered obediently.

Before them, the sealed gate began to tremble. Ancient runes flickered awake, spiraling light across the carved mountain door. Slowly—grinding stone against stone—the colossal entrance split open, revealing a swirling portal filled with storm-colored mist.

The dragon spread its titanic wings, now calm but powerful, and with a single mighty flap it lifted off the ground and soared forward.

Carla held firm as they passed through the gateway, disappearing into the roaring winds of the veil beyond.

Passing through the veil was like diving into another existence entirely.

The moment Carla crossed the threshold, a crushing pressure fell over her shoulders, thick and ancient. The air tasted different—richer, heavier, almost intoxicating. She choked once, a sharp cough escaping her before she steadied her breathing and forced her body to adapt.

This was her first time beyond the Veil, and every part of her demon-forged body reacted to it.

The world energy here was dense—not the thin, diluted flow found below, but a storm-swirl of raw vitality. Even though she no longer used spiritual energy in the traditional way, she could still feel its weight in her bones, like warm currents pushing against her skin.

It was no wonder the Zodiac Families always emerged stronger, generation after generation. They breathed this air. Bathed in this energy. Lived on land where even the smallest things had value.

Her gaze fell on the grass below—simple, pale-green blades swaying softly in the wind. Yet she could sense it:

Even a blade of grass here could serve as a spiritual treasure.

Low-ranked cultivators below the Veil would slaughter for something so casually grown here in wild abundance.

The dragon beneath her wings glided forward, the portal shrinking behind them until it finally snapped shut. She scanned the horizon and frowned.

No guards.

Not a single sentry, soldier, or warding beast.

For a place protected so fiercely on the other side, this emptiness was strange. Suspicious.

But then, far in the distance, she saw it.

And understood.

Dragons—hundreds of them—were in the sky. Huge ones whose wings eclipsed mountains. Smaller, razor-scaled drakes weaving through the clouds. Even younglings, barely the size of cottages, circled in frantic spirals.

Not a patrol.

Not a formation.

A war.

Roars rolled through the heavens like thunderclaps. The air trembled with each blast of breath, fire, ice, and lightning erupting across the horizon. The sky itself seemed to burn and freeze at once as titanic bodies collided.

The dragons were not guarding the gate.

They were fighting for their lives.

A massive battle raged across the world above her—so vast she could feel the air pressure change with every clash.

Carla steadied herself on the dragon’s back, eyes narrowing.

The Dragon Lands were in chaos.

But the question was not why? After all, Chiron had brought war to the world. But rather, who would dare?