Chapter 1244
Evangeline unleashed an instinctual, near-trance-like destruction. It wasn't purely from anger, but from something deeper. It was the nature of her race, unleashing the purest of rage.
Ancient dragons, known as the ancestors of all dragons, were natural enemies with demons. They could never tolerate each other’s existence.
Even as a psychic-type dragon, she hadn’t fully matured, and the unfamiliar sensation dragged her into a whirlwind of rage.
In that moment, what mattered most to her wasn’t the Patrocisists or the scattered remnants of the Nacha Empire. It was what lay beneath the massive rocky cliff—the hidden underground bunker. Within lied the massive demon egg, concealed within a natural cave.
Had Davey been there with her, it wouldn’t have been weird for him to grumble something like why demons kept on popping up when they were supposed to be extinct.
The truth was relatively simple, but only one being in the world knew it. The goddess.
Even now, Evangeline wasn’t using the full extent of her power. She wasn’t even streaming to absorb mass energy, instead just using her base strength. Even so, that was already more than enough. When she streamed, her power would accelerate toward a limit far beyond what was required for such amateur demon scum.
Rock walls and reinforced steel were carved through like tofu. The breath attack she unleashed left molten craters behind, burning high-temperature scars across the ground.
The Patroshists, unaware of the historic relationship between dragons and demonic energy, had unknowingly triggered a species-level reaction. It was a disaster for them.
They thought they had hidden it well! Even when faced with minor setbacks, they believed the operation would succeed. Yet all it took was one mistake, and everything was in ruins.
Most of their high-ranking operatives had already been killed or incapacitated by her rampage.