I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 642 Enough Seeing

After they heard Erend's words, the four avatars becom tensed, but not to the point of outright alarm or fear. Their postures shifted slightly but their expressions remained calm.

Erend's eyes narrowed as he caught the faint smirk on the black-coated avatar's face. It was so subtle that anyone else might have missed it, but Erend didn't.

That smirk wasn't one of amusement. It carried a confidence feeling of the man that made him uneasy. These four weren't just biding their time, they had something up on their sleeves.

The navy-blue-coated man stepped forward, his voice calm but sharp. "I'll go first."

Without waiting for a response, he used his power and an aura of swirling water surrounded him. It moved with a strange fluidity to form a transparent armor that hugged his body. The energy it emitted was cold and the ground beneath him began to dampen, frost and mist of water forming along the edges of the battlefield.

Erend frowned, his crimson and black aura flaring more intensely.

"No, no. That's not how this works," he said with frustration. "You're all coming at me together. Like I said, I don't have time to waste."

The navy-blue avatar chuckled softly, his tone dripping with condescension. "Arrogance after such a small victory," he said, shaking his head. "Typical of your kind."

Meanwhile, Eccar's gaze shifted toward the two figures he had thrown into the Dragon bones earlier. To his irritation, they were stirring again.

Their bodies twitched and their flames reignited with alarming speed. They climbed back to their feet with expressions twisted in anger.

Eccar sighed heavily. "Of course," he muttered under his breath, turning to face them.

His frustration grew as he saw the wounds on their faces begin to seal, their regenerative abilities kicking in. Their flames burned brighter than before, crackling with more intense energy.

Erend's sharp senses picked up on their revival as well. His eyes darted briefly to the side, watching Krevak and Thalrok regain their footing and healing almost effortlessly. His lips curled into a sneer.

"Aren't they persistent?"

The four avatars in front of him didn't move to attack yet. Their calm demeanor remained unchanged as if they were confident that Krevak and Thalrok's return would tip the scales. Erend didn't care.

"Enough," he growled. His aura surged as he propelled himself forward, the ground cracking beneath his feet from the force of his movement.

In an instant, Erend was already in front of the navy-blue-coated man, his fist blazing with red and black energy as it rocketed toward the avatar's chest. The impact sent a massive shockwave rippling outward, the earth trembling beneath them.

But the navy-blue-coated man was ready for that. His water armor absorbed the brunt of the blow, rippling like a pond struck by a stone.

A powerful burst of water exploded outward, pushing Erend back slightly, he dug his heels into the ground and steadied himself.

"You're fast," the navy-blue avatar admitted, his tone still calm.

Erend's grin widened, a wild glint in his eyes. "I was also hoping for a challenge from the so called gods."

As the two squared off again, Krevak and Thalrok roared back into the fight, their flames roaring.

The two Dragonborn locked eyes briefly. They knew that this is not going to just over.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence. The three avatars — Krevak, Thalrok, and the navy-blue-coated man — lay battered and broken, their bodies twitching slightly as if clinging to the last vestiges of their strength.

Any normal enemy would have died from the attack dealt by the two Dragonborn, but these were not ordinary enemies.

Erend's eyes narrowed as he watched them. He could feel the faint flickers of energy still emanating from them.

Erend's gaze then shifted to the black-coated man, still standing calmly at the edge of the battlefield. His face remained still as ever. The man's confidence was unnerving and it set Erend's nerves on edge.

Finally, the black-coated man spoke.

"All right," he said. "I think it's time to stop playing. I've seen enough."

He raised one of his clasped hands. The air around him shifted, growing dense with an oppressive energy that seemed to seep into the ground and radiate outward.

Erend and Eccar tensed as the atmosphere grew heavier, a foreboding chill crawling up their spines.

The black-coated man's hand unfurled, palm upward, as if commanding the battlefield itself.

"Rise again, you three."

Krevak, Thalrok, and the navy-blue-coated man, who had moments ago been on the ground suddenly jerked upright. With a collective groan, they began to stretch and crack their necks, rolling their shoulders as though shaking off the stiffness of a long slumber.

Eccar's fists clenched, his teeth grinding in frustration. "You've got to be kidding me."

Krevak let out a low chuckle, flexing his fingers as the flames around him reignited, brighter and hotter than before. Enjoy exclusive content from empire

Thalrok grinned wickedly, a molten glow seeping from the cracks in his skin as he cracked his knuckles.

The navy-blue-coated man remained silent then he reformed his water armor, the cold aura around him intensifying until frost began to spread across the ground once more. His gaze locked onto Erend with lips that curling into a thin dangerous smile.

Erend sighed, his crimson and black aura flaring instinctively. He could feel more power emanating from the avatars now.

The black-coated man let out a soft chuckle, his hands clasping behind his back once more.

"Impressive, isn't it? You fought well, Dragonborn, but you've only just scratched the surface."

Erend's eyes burned with determination, the chaotic storm of his elemental powers sparking to life around him. Eccar stepped forward, his scales shimmering more.

But to their surprise, they are not attacking one by one again. Now the six of them attacked at once together from all sides.

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