Percy Jackson: The Firstborn

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: The Dragon Emperors

The arrival of the two Heavenly Dragons only added more fuel to the chaos.

Conveniently or not, both of them fell right into the middle of the biblical armies, causing massive destruction and forcing everyone who, until just a moment ago, had been watching the fight between Damon and Elohim to turn their attention toward the new disaster. The mere impact of their bodies wiped out entire ranks. Angels, Fallen, and demons were thrown in every direction, while the ground split apart and enormous cracks spread across the battlefield.

The war had returned to its most brutal state.

The strong massacred the weak, and the weak could barely do anything except try to survive. At the same time, the leaders of the factions and several archangels were trying to contain the two Heavenly Dragons before everything completely collapsed.

As a consequence, the three sides were forced to form a temporary truce. A few moments earlier, something like that would have been unthinkable: angels covering wounded demons and Fallen doing whatever they could without even daring to complain. In short, each side ignored the other while helping each other at the same time.

For the simple fact of surviving..... Even the most fanatical understood that continuing to fight one another while two Heavenly Dragons were tearing apart the battlefield was little short of suicidal.

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And while all of that was happening, the reactions did not take long to come.

The first to feel it clearly were the Hindus, recognized by many as one of the most powerful pantheons. Although, aside from Indra, they rarely involved themselves in interdimensional matters between pantheons, the increase in Elohim’s power was enough to draw their attention. And certainly, more than one of them was surprised by the scale of the battle that was currently taking shape.

The same could be said of the Aztecs, the Celts, and the Sumerians.

Although, in their case, there was something more.

All of them held a deep hatred toward Elohim and the biblical faction, whom they considered responsible for the fall of their pantheons and the decline of their civilizations through countless wars and centuries of religious imposition. It was not only about military defeats. It was also about razed temples, forbidden cults, sacred names turned into blasphemies, and ancient gods reduced to demons, myths, or mere remnants of a buried era.

The Celts, for example, had suffered the slow disappearance of their rites, their druids, and everything that had once connected their people to the ancient gods.

The Aztecs remembered something even more brutal: blood, conquest, and sanctuaries destroyed in the name of a foreign faith. The Sumerians, for their part, saw in all of that an even more bitter humiliation, since even being some of the oldest gods of humanity, the world had ended up relegating them to oblivion.

And, to this day, that resentment remained alive, buried beneath centuries of defeat. Each of them desired the fall of the biblical faction more than anything. Someday, without a doubt, the faction of the angels would end up paying the price for all the hatred it had sown throughout history.

On the other hand, the Norse remained immersed in their own war, while the Egyptians and the Greeks stayed within their own bubble. Both were still major pantheons, but they rarely showed any real interest in what was happening outside their own domains. In the case of the Egyptians, they simply did not care. In the case of the Greeks, the reason was more shameful: the weakness of their king, a truth that even to this day remained hidden beneath lies sustained by Hecate’s Mist under Zeus’s orders.

Even so, even they began to feel the aftermath.

Supernatural disasters began to manifest as a result of the clashes. Impossible storms, unnatural cyclones, and phenomena that defied all logic began to appear across different regions of the world. The skies darkened without warning in some places; in others, the sea began to stir with absurd violence.

With the passing of time, humanity would remember those phenomena as the great cyclones and storms that shook the era.

And, of course, some gods would take advantage of that terror to further magnify their name among mortals, pretending to be responsible for those disasters in order to reaffirm their power and remind men why they should never defy the gods.

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While the world was only just beginning to feel the aftermath, on the battlefield the situation only kept getting worse.

Ddraig roared with such absurd violence that the sound alone made the air tremble. Albion was no different. It was obvious to everyone that the power of these two beasts far surpassed divine standards, even more so if one knew their abilities.

The leaders of the factions tried as much as they could, but against beasts like these it was more about survival...

Michael descended first, wrapped in holy light, trying to push back the two dragons while enduring the crushing pressure of their power. At the same time, several barriers appeared over the battlefield, rising up between the dragons. Behind him, other archangels and high-ranking warriors moved, attacking the two dragons with the strongest spells they had, while the demonic and Fallen leaders launched themselves directly behind Michael....

It was not that Lucifer or the archangels were weak. The problem was the nature of their rivals. Ddraig grew stronger the longer the battle lasted, and Albion constantly weakened his surroundings. Facing two monsters like that was a lost battle for anyone who did not surpass them completely.

For that reason, even with all his power, for someone like Lucifer it was impossible to hold out against the Heavenly Dragons; he would put up a fight, but eventually he would fall.....

Boost Boost »»

That was the only thing coming out of the Red Dragon Emperor’s mouth.... each repetition made the pressure over the field worsen.... and with a swing using his monstrous power he swept away an entire section of the field with a simple turn of his body, shattering the barriers and sending several faction fighters flying

!!!FLUSSSSS!!

At the same time, the White Dragon Emperor responded

Divide Divide »»

Albion responded immediately. Several of the leaders felt their power drop in an unnatural way, while their barriers lost consistency and several attacks scattered before impact. He was just as effective as Ddraig, but far less explosive.

This was the terrifying power of the two Dragon Emperors..... no one could afford the luxury of underestimating them...

The factions paid dearly for that mistake, being decimated to the point that the two dragons lost interest in them.

Their gazes ended up shifting toward the real fight.

Toward Damon and Elohim.

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Meanwhile, the fight between Damon and Elohim continued.

But the consequences of that confrontation were already beginning to make themselves felt. Even without fighting with all his power, Elohim remained overwhelming. After all, if he had truly wanted to end that war from the beginning, he probably would have already done so. This was obvious to anyone who knew the power of the biblical god; after all, how could his creations truly be rivals to him.....

On the other hand, Damon had shown great capabilities, but his body was mortal... he could only go so far, and that was with the help of the Bijuu, who were healing his body at a monstrous speed, and with the help of senjutsu, which was healing him at a cellular level every millisecond so that his body would not destroy itself from the strain.

Damon was thrown back several meters in the air after blocking another strike, feeling each muscle in his body protest. His arms trembled for only an instant, but it was enough for him to realize it himself.

That made something clear to Damon.

The difference between his fight against Kaguya and this battle was absurd.

Against Kaguya, the two of them had fought for weeks to reach a similar level of destruction. Here, in barely a few hours facing Elohim, the established order was already beginning to break. Damon did not need to imagine what would happen if both of them stopped holding back...

And, without knowing it, the answer was about to fall on top of him.

Because, in milliseconds, Damon felt the hairs on his body stand up by pure instinct. All his alarms flared back to life. He only had time to let out one word:

”shit”

At a speed that only a few could follow, a monstrous shadow descended upon him.

¡¡¡BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!

One of Ddraig’s gigantic limbs crashed down onto Damon with enough force to sink another entire section of the battlefield, raising a storm of debris, fire, and dust to the disbelief of everyone present.

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