Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Ninth and her team was prepared for anything that the dragon would give them. But even when they had their eyes peeled for its attack, they were still unable to fully protect themselves from this current attack.

The black beam of light hit their scales, making the prismatic dragon shimmer, as if it was merely an illusion.

Ninth and the rest of them felt like their whole neural network was about to disappear. The once united minds of the team started to destabilize, turning all their domains into the chaotic mess of powers it once was.

Ninth knew that they had to keep their cool or else they wouldn't be able to contend with the dragon in the first place.

She quickly took control of the dragon while the rest of her team was trying to control their own domains.

She flapped the dragon's wings, allowing them a quick escape away from the red dragon.

Ninth felt blood trickling down her nose, but she ignored it. Controlling this prismatic dragon all by herself gave her body too much power that it was starting to destroy her whole body.

She was leaking SoulTime by the decades, but she didn't care. She needed to stay strong while her team was recovering from the mental damage that the red dragon gave them.

"Kugh!" the mage groaned. "What is that power?! It's too fast."

"I know. I barely even saw a blur," the scout said, his pride shattered. He prided himself in having the best reaction time and the best eyes out of everyone, but even he couldn't see the dragon's attacks.

"Our defenses were almost destroyed. We would have been in trouble if I was the only tank," said the main tank.

After a few seconds, they were finally able to stabilize themselves. Ninth felt the burden in her mind start to wane, allowing her reprieve.

"Are you guys okay," she asked.

"We can manage," they all replied.

"Good. We need to find a way to crush this dragon," she said, but there was no answer.

When the fight first started, they thought that they at least stood at least a sliver of a chance. But once they took that one attack from the red dragon, they felt the difference in strength

The worst part about it was that the red dragon could have used this time to attack them and fully destroy them while they were at their weakest. Instead, it let them recover, as if they were just a plaything for her.

'Do you see the difference now between a real dragon and an imitation? I don't know where you got such an accurate view of a dragon, but even if it looks like the real deal, you can never replicate our strength.'

The red dragon flapped its wings, and the pressure from it reached the prismatic dragon and almost destabilized their flight. They had to flap their wings a little bit harder just to stay afloat.

"We need to kill her now. We still stand a chance," Ninth said to her team, hoping to get their morale back up.

Since their minds were connected, she could feel the fear and anxiousness in their brains, making them a little bit slower and weaker than they normally were. If they were going to fight the dragon, then they needed to have all the strength they could give out.

Malificient, the red dragon, looked at the prismatic dragon and realized something. Even though she showed them the true difference between a real dragon and a fake one, the humans didn't seem to give up.

She thought that they would give her Tulip by now in exchange for leniency, but they stood strong.

It was only when she looked down at her own army that she realized something.

The humans still thought that they had a chance to win against them because they were somehow able to defeat their army.

It boosted their morale. If they could defeat the army, then they could also defeat her.

Malificient couldn't help but chuckle out loud once she realized this.

'Is this why you humans haven't given up? Well, let me be the bearer of bad news. My army is not dead. They are everlasting for as long as I want them to be.' Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

The red dragon soared in the air and spread her wings, allowing the horde of Canzers to see her for all her glory.

It was as if a ray of light shone down on them. They could feel the power and majesty of the queen once again, literally revitalizing them from their fatal injuries.

When they fought and lost against the prismatic dragon, they thought that they were gone.

But once the Queen showed them her power, they once again realized the overbearing strength she had. As long as the Queen was alive, no entity whether they be another dragon or a god, would ever be able to defeat their army.

This allowed them to finally break out of the prismatic dragon's fire, overcoming its corroding effects to regenerate and clone their bodies

Slowly, the horde started to mend themselves back up to their peak strength.

And that wasn't just that. Since at least half of them cloned themselves into three more bodies, the army once again grew in size and further crowded the battlefield.

Once they were at their full strength, they looked up at the skies and roared at their queen, showing them their undying loyalty.

After that, they growled at the prismatic dragon, with their eyes full of hate and revenge.

Once Ninth and her team saw this, the hope that was once dwindling in their hearts started to die down into a mere ember.

The prismatic dragon physically became dimmer, with the strength and majesty it once showed now longer as strong as it used to be.

Ninth ignored the feeling in her heart and threw out a fireball of prismatic origin towards the horde, turning thousands of Canzers into mere ashes.

But after a few seconds, these Canzers continued to regenerate and clone themselves as if her attack did nothing.