Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 725

Capítulo 725: Brother Shadow Makes his move

Carla narrowed her eyes, letting the wind whip past her as she guided the dragon higher for a clearer view. At first, she saw only the chaos—flames rolling in sheets, scaled titans colliding midair—but then her focus sharpened.

Shapes gliding between the dragons.

Slender. Tall. Graceful.

Humanoid.

With feathered wings that shimmered like pearl and obsidian.

Her breath caught.

The Winged People… the tribe of Sky City.

Chiron had drilled their identities—along with countless others—into the minds of all his servants. If there was a power worth knowing, he made sure they knew it.

And Sky City…

They were not supposed to move.

They were not supposed to interfere in worldly affairs.

They had remained silent, unreachable, and aloof for thousands of years. A power that watched from above and never descended.

Yet here they were, their wings blotting out the horizon, their spears carving through dragon scales like wet paper.

Carla’s heart tightened.

Why now?

But the answer was obvious—and terrifying.

Their ruler.

Brother Shadow.

It would seem like he was finally fishing in the chaotic waters.

A demigod. A ghost among legends. A monster whispered in the same breath as the Seer. At least to those old enough to know the mature of either.

It also did not help that he was the ruler of the Demi gods in the world.

And Chiron had been explicit:

‘If you ever see Brother Shadow… run the other way.’

Not fight.

Not negotiate.

Not even hide.

Run.

He was the only man—other than the Seer—whom Chiron genuinely treated like an equal threat.

And right now, his people were slaughtering dragons in the sky.

Dragons had naturally defences that could easily stop ballistic missiles from Chiron’s arsenal.

And yet, they were being slaughtered like cattle.

This was saying a lot of the capability of the winged people.

Then again, they viewed all life as beneath them. Dragons who were proud beings of the sky were no exception to this way of life.

Carla was knowledgeable enough to know that normally, such an attack should not fall on Dragons. There was a reason they were called a part of the Zodiac families.

But their recent isolation from that umbrella for pride of falling under the Boar Zodiac family has no doubt resulted to this.

A massive dragon roared as a winged warrior spiraled past, slashing its stomach open with a spear that rippled like liquid metal. The weapon elongated, curved, and split into three bladed tendrils mid-strike—moving exactly like Chiron’s own Devil’s Touch when it shifted form.

A chill crept down Carla’s spine.

That same fluid movement…

That same unnatural morphing…

‘Master Chiron… uses a weapon just like that.’

And she was right. He did. This was the origin of the nature of his weapon, Devil’sTouch. Those runes he carved on it when forging it all those years ago had come from the sky people.

The original Mc of the story had gone there on one of his missions and learnt certain secrets.

The sky warrior chasing after Carla and the dragon she rode flipped backward, wings bending unnaturally like jointed blades, before diving down. A blur of motion. A streak of silver. Their weapons flowed like mercury, reshaping into scythes, chains, or arrows as needed.

The dragon she rode suddenly jerked beneath her.

Three winged figures had locked onto them, spears twisting into spiraling drills of light.

They dove.

The dragon bellowed and spun, but they were already upon them.

Carla gripped the beast’s spine, eyes narrowing.

She eaned low over the dragon’s thorn-ridged spine and whispered, voice sharp with command:

“Hey. Take me to the dungeon—where my slave brother is kept.”

The dragon’s pupils contracted into thin slits. It beat its massive wings once, twice, and banked violently, whipping through a storm of flaming breath and metallic feathers, swerving around the battling giants as it shot toward the heart of dragon territory.

Far below, the Royal Dragon Homeland unfolded—a massive landmass shaped like a colossal head of a dead dragon. Its surface was patterned with crater-like pits, each a cavern entrance large enough to swallow castles. The central one, the largest, yawned open like the mouth of a slumbering god.

That was her target.

The dragon dove.

Carla rose to her feet.

Her black clothes snapped wildly in the wind as she balanced perfectly, demonic grace making the impossible trivial. When they passed directly over the cavern’s mouth, she spoke softly:

“This is far enough.”

Then she stepped off.

Her body flipped backward once—then she allowed gravity to take her. She tightened her posture, twisting midair with acrobatic precision until her descent lined up with a narrow tunnel branching off from the main cavern.

To anyone else, it was a slit in the earth no wider than a barn door.

To Carla, it was an open invitation.

She angled her body and dove straight into it, her boots scraping rock as she slipped into darkness and vanished.

Behind her, the world erupted in a screech.

Carla looked up for a split second.

The dragon she rode was swarmed—seven winged warriors diving onto it at once, spears reshaping into hooked chains and needle-points. Its roar shook the cavern walls as it fought desperately, wings smashing through the air, flames sputtering in short, panicked bursts.

But Carla’s face remained hard.

Unmoved.

Uninterested.

The dragon had served its purpose.

She turned away and moved deeper into the bowels of the cavern, the sounds of battle fading behind her as she descended into the underground heart of the Royal Dragon Homeland.

This deep into Dragon territory, she could already feel him.

Their bond through Chiron, their Master connected them.

And He too could already feel her, opening its blood red eyes.

Freedom was coming.

But at the same time, a figure, observing the battle of dragons and winged people, floated in the sky.

Shadows danced around his slender form.

Yes, Brother Shadow had actually come to this land by himself.

Even through the darkness that enveloped him, his smile was bright and menacing.