I Sealed Sukuna’s Finger#505+506: Red Dragon Emperor Carry The Match, Albion!

Meanwhile, Sirzechs and others previously inside the meeting room had also reached the sky dome.

Watching the scene now displayed before them, Azazel couldn't help lightly gasping.

"This truly is... eye-opening."

The red heavenly dragon—once killed through combined full effort during the Three Factions war—now bore the young man atop his head, wildly dragon-swimming through sun-blocking ten-thousand armies.

[BOOST]! [BOOST]! [BOOST]!

[Longinus Smash]!!

Dragon roar resonated through firmament. Super-high concentration magic power torrents from spread dragon maw transformed into crimson magic cannon sweeping across sky. Wherever it passed, Fallen Angels and devils without exception evaporated on-site. Just one blink—radicals who'd come preventing negotiations above already suffered countless casualties.

The tragic scene seemingly instantly returned to that once-brutal Three Factions war.

But almost simultaneously as the magic cannon swept past, Ddraig's massive dragon body—like asteroid falling—heavily crashed onto the slowly rotating golden defensive barrier below. Then immediately bounced high back up.

He hadn't suffered external attacks. More accurately... his own mouth's light cannon recoil knocked him down. The falling force so great it even slightly tilted the defensive barrier.

"...What are you doing?" Still sitting atop the dragon head, Bokue stabilized his posture, couldn't help complaining.

"Why does firing one light cannon also blow yourself away? Are you related to Godzilla?"

"I still want to ask..."

Borrowing rebound force to re-ascend, Ddraig couldn't spare explaining his embarrassing behavior. Humming complaints.

"I don't know what's happening either. Previously always did this. Never before completely uncontrollable like this."

"Ah... I probably know."

Despite just experiencing massive impact, Bokue still sat steadily atop the dragon head. Propping his chin while briefly thinking, he reached conclusions.

"Seems when making your body earlier, materials were slightly too solid."

Not anything hard to figure out.

Simply put—if comparing Ddraig's previous body to a rally car capable of freely drifting mountain roads, then current Ddraig's body was directly strengthened into a rocket car.

Wanting to use the same driving method controlling completely heaven-earth different performance—the result could only be losing control.

"Huh? So what to do?"

"Simple. Like this."

Without excess explanation, Bokue directly placed his palm on the dragon head below.

The next moment—

[Divide]!

Internal power vanished exactly half in an instant. Ddraig—who the previous second still resembled opening thousand-times speed 3D pinball, blown everywhere by his breath's recoil—instantly stabilized form.

"Whoa, that's right!"

"Though that familiar feeling just now—could it be Albion? Wait, I've seen his wielder before. Shouldn't reach levels affecting my true body, right?"

"Indeed hasn't reached—because I did it."

Bokue lightly tapped the dragon skull below.

"Really? How's that possible?"

Having adapted to his body, Ddraig again returned among ten-thousand armies—immediately like entering no-man's land. Jetting breath while clad in dragon flame like crimson meteor streaking across sky, drawing beautiful flight trajectories above. Wherever passed, enemies perished.

While fiercely clearing field, he chatted with the young man atop.

"Weren't you previously my host? Why know Albion's techniques? Plus, this generation's White Dragon Emperor's wielder—we also met him before. Did you snatch White Dragon Emperor's Light Wings from him?"

"How's that possible..."

Bokue simply lay down carelessly.

"Just... after previously seeing him use that move, researched it slightly myself. Then simply learned it."

"Hah? Such things exist??"

Here Bokue and Ddraig resembled kings playing fish-in-barrel match—breezily laughing while killing. But for radicals' side, completely not such relaxed pleasant scene.

That was absolute hell-like scene.

"Damn it... weren't we just coming to deal with that Serafall?? What's with this dragon??"

"Th-that's no ordinary dragon! That's legendary Two Heavenly Dragons—Red Dragon Emperor Ddraig!"

"How could that level thing appear here? Plus, weren't Two Heavenly Dragons already dead??"

"Who knows—anyway hurry and flee!!"

Battlefield situation had completely fallen into one-sided circumstances.

Especially as Ddraig slowly regained body control and warmed up, radicals previously still holding "as long as I dodge, unlucky one becomes my teammate" thoughts completely collapsed.

Couldn't dodge. Completely couldn't dodge.

But... even more couldn't escape.

Though current Ddraig still in "rehabilitation" state—even mindset more playing than fighting—massive strength difference lay there. Even if radical small fries wanted abandoning combat choosing escape, just fantasy luxury.

So just under two breaths, originally densely packed radicals like heavenly soldiers encircling—in blink of eye already swept completely clean.

Only remaining was Katerea Leviathan—previously pointing at Bokue's nose making wild claims, dressed like Bayonetta from Devil May Cry.

Though she'd previously ambitiously sworn to kill Serafall reclaiming her Leviathan name, currently facing the godlike Red Dragon Emperor, could only have heart but lack power.

"Damn it, why like this..."

Katerea clenched fists tightly, eyes splitting with rage.

Her brought subordinates already dead and wounded. Previously boasted proclamations now became merciless slaps hitting her face.

Escaping naturally was current best choice. Plus, with her strength she indeed could achieve it.

But damn Serafall still lived well. How could she thus give up!

Dark red blood overflowed from lips. Katerea made her final choice.

Only this way!

"Hmm?"

Still flying searching for remaining targets, Ddraig suddenly turned his dragon head. Vision attracted toward some direction.

This power's presence is...

On the battlefield, sole remaining Katerea slightly curled up her body, arms tightly embracing herself.

The next second, massive amounts of purple "snakes" exploded from within her body. Like vines, coiling around her strip by strip. Then rapidly fusing into her body.

As "snakes" disappeared, her entire body's presence abruptly multiplied several times—directly breaking through Maou-class limits. Even surrounding surging magic power carried traces of dark ominous presence.

That's right, this power...

Borrowing external force, Katerea sharply opened eyes.

And simultaneously, that crimson magic cannon causing countless casualties among her subordinates had already approached before her eyes.

How could... retreat here!

Katerea gritted teeth, raising hands with full effort deploying defensive magic circle.

However, couldn't even persist one blink. The next moment, Ddraig's breath submerged her—person and defensive circle together—within red magic power torrent.

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"Wow~ what an amazing dragon,"

As enemies in the sky were all annihilated, another small figure arrived above the defensive barrier. The sudden girl's voice made Azazel and others—originally observing—instinctively turn their gazes.

That youthful short ponytail, cute girl's face, plus Saikai Academy's uniform school outfit.

No need overthinking—only Nagisa Akatsuki could arrive above the barrier at such times.

"I remember you're..."

Serafall showed a slightly surprised expression after just one glance. Simultaneously, beside her Sirzechs also seemed to recall something.

Both sides had met—yesterday afternoon at the old school building.

Though Nagisa had been sitting facing away from the living room entrance then—couldn't see her full face—due to relatively close positioning, Serafall still remembered.

So since she'd been at the old school building then, meaning also one of Keikain-kun's... harem members?

Serafall felt somewhat surprised.

They'd broken through the defensive barrier from below to ascend. When breaking through, she could clearly feel Bokue had set restrictions on the entire formation.

At minimum, without Maou-class strength, absolutely couldn't come up.

So that meant...

"Ah right, forgot my self-introduction."

Nagisa smiled while making a cute scissors gesture beside her cheek.

"I'm called Nagisa Akatsuki. Currently attending Saikai Academy Middle School Division second year—am Onii-chan's... hehe, anyway am the Fourth Primogenitor desu~"

Fourth... Primogenitor?

"This truly is exaggerated."

Azazel propped up his chin, lightly scratching his short stubble.

Honestly, he now even somewhat pitied those radicals Katerea brought over. Why not come trouble them any other time—had to pick precisely when they'd all gathered at Itogami Island.

Setting aside Bokue plus them three old guys—even relying solely on others, at minimum still had a Fourth Primogenitor above Maou-class.

Plus, that Kuroka-san—from her attitude facing them, strength possibly even exceeded Sirzechs.

Comparatively, radicals besides one former Leviathan descendant—all others without exception were just cannon fodder small fries coming to fill numbers. The type that shattered upon touch.

Simultaneously, Bokue—who'd been riding Ddraig annihilating all radicals in distant sky—now also arrived at their location.

The mountain-massive crimson heavenly dragon flapped wings stirring fierce winds, steadily stopping atop the barrier.

"Eh, didn't I tell you all to sit below? Why still follow up..."

Bokue leaped down from the dragon head, coming before everyone.

However, before finishing his words, his neck already gained an extra pendant.

"That's naturally because sensing Onii-chan's presence from the sky!"

Nagisa immediately occupied advantageous position, arms tightly wrapping around the young man's neck as she hugged him.

"After all, who told Onii-chan to make such huge commotion in the sky? Both defensive barrier and island-wide announcements—Nagisa was originally in class drawing blackboard art with Yukina-chan. Hearing outside commotion, naturally had to come look~"

"Plus, Yukina-chan was also quite curious. But because Yukina-chan can't fly up, naturally only Nagisa could substitute."

"What's there to be curious about? Didn't I say terrorist invasion..."

Bokue somewhat helplessly gently stroked the Primogenitor girl's small head in his embrace.

Words unfinished—just then, Bokue suddenly felt a certain gaze again falling upon him.

Different from previous scrutiny—this time carried slight... disdain?

Hmm??

Bokue unhesitatingly raised eyebrows, following the gaze's direction backward.

As expected—again that Fallen Angel called Baraqiel.

Tch—

What are you staring at?

Even if he Bokue didn't mind others' gazes, being openly given "cold eyebrows" repeatedly like this—wasn't that slightly excessive?

Moreover, just your face looking aged and worn, hair and beard all unkempt. Since meeting, constantly squinting eyes without saying a word. Completely the tragic silent old man image currently experiencing mid-life crisis—wife ran away, rebellious daughter won't listen, boss constantly demanding tight deadlines and heavy tasks—why am I not dead yet.

Oh wait, whether that face could even find a wife was another question. You disdain what? Just disdaining there...

Here Bokue still internally roasting the other thoroughly. Same time, Ddraig stopped behind him made sounds.

"Haven't seen you in years. Never expected still you nostalgic old faces."

"...Hmph, yeah."

Azazel folded arms across chest, looking up with smile. Behind him, pitch-black Fallen Angel wings suddenly unfurled.

"Honestly, I also didn't expect the Red Dragon Emperor killed during the Three Factions war could have a day reappearing. So does this count as completely revived?"

"Well, could say that."

Getting here, for some reason Ddraig suddenly raised his dragon head, starting to rotate left and right.

"By the way, speaking of which—my previous host told me that certain white one also came this conference. Where? How come completely invisible? Albion, where'd you hide? Hey hey? There? There?"

"Red one, you're doing this deliberately..."

Hearing the crimson heavenly dragon arrogantly spouting nonsense everywhere, Vali's Light Wings behind him ultimately couldn't restrain themselves—actively lighting up.

"Hmm↘↗?"

However, Ddraig seemed like just discovering now. Acting surprised with rising intonation, he lowered his dragon head like discovering some new continent—directly pressing his entire dragon face close. Golden massive pupils reflected the faintly glowing ice-blue Light Wings.

"Oh~ my, if it isn't Albion! How'd you become like this? Truly inconspicuous. Ha. ha. ha."

Ddraig laughed three times. Then suddenly lowered volume, like deliberately speaking quietly not wanting others hearing.

"Could it be you specifically drilled into these small wings to avoid me?"

"..."

As the red heavenly dragon's mocking words transmitted, Vali's originally blue-white Light Wings flushed bright red for that instant.

The next second, Albion could no longer endure—directly starting to curse.

"Ddraig you bastard! Don't forget your previous shabby gauntlet was way smaller than my Light Wings!"

As White Dragon Emperor, he'd always maintained nobility and elegance whenever.

But this time truly couldn't take it.

"Ha~ what gauntlet? This great one doesn't know what you're saying."

Ddraig raised his dragon head, tone arrogant.

"By the way, speaking of which—seems our struggle can reach conclusion now, Albion. Having become like this, what will you use continuing fighting me? Oh right, how about just honestly saying 'I lost' right here."

"Ddraig you... ..."