Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger - Chapter 337

Chapter 337: EX 337. Harvest
Leon stared at the dragon, his expression unreadable.

The storm of divinity around him had quieted, replaced by a cold, unwavering calm.

Eragon’s massive, blackened form heaved before him—smoke rising from his wounds, scales cracked like glass after a storm.

The Dragon Lord’s words about prophecy still lingered in the air, echoing faintly between the shattered peaks.

Leon tilted his head slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, voice low, almost indifferent.

“But it seems you still have enough energy to run your mouth.”

That simple statement struck deeper than any attack.

Eragon froze, his colossal chest rising and falling. His thoughts stuttered as something ancient stirred within him, something buried in the blood of every dragon since the dawn of their kind. Pride.

His pupils dilated as the words carved through his mind like molten iron.

‘I, the great Dragon Lord Eragon… the God of Flames… the Divine Son, Wrath… afraid of a human boy?’

His massive claws trembled against the ground. The mountain groaned beneath him.

“Hah,” he rumbled, voice breaking into a growl. “Preposterous…”

His tone shifted, venom spilling through every syllable.

“Fuck the prophecy. Fuck you, Leon. Fuck everything!”

Then came the sound, thum.

A dull, heavy pulse from deep within Eragon’s chest. Leon’s eyes narrowed instantly. His instincts sharpened.

“That might work,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the growing hum of power.

Eragon’s roar followed, a furious, defiant sound that tore the clouds apart.

Roooaaarrr!

The shockwave rippled across the entire mountain range. Four distinct flares of energy burst within the dragon’s body, each one burning brighter than the last.

Leon’s gaze hardened. He could sense the cores clearly now.

The stolen cores of Elizabeth.

He’d known from after seeing the the dragon lord how Eragon had taken them, it was through corruption.

The dragon had tainted her essence, twisting it into anchors that now pulsed inside his body like imprisoned hearts.

Originally, only one of those cores, her abdominal core had remained active. The other two, from her chest and head, had lain dormant.

Until now.

The fury within Eragon, that primal rage born of wounded pride, had become the perfect fuel. The corruption inside him responded, spreading like wildfire, awakening the other cores one by one.

Black veins of power crawled across his scales. His form began to swell, doubling, then tripling in size.

The sky turned dark, the winds shrieking around his vast wingspan.

Leon watched it happen, unflinching.

He didn’t interfere. He didn’t strike.

He let it happen.

Because deep inside, Leon already understood—this was the only way to end it.

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From the Dragon Mountain capital of Draconis to the shining spires of the Arman Empire, from the roots of the Great Tree in the elven forest to the roaring seas around the Beast Archipelagos, the entire world of Pandora shuddered.

A foul, twisting energy bled through the air, thick and oppressive, like the breath of a god turned mad. It spread faster than sound, crawling across every domain, and the heavens themselves darkened in answer.

In the Arman Empire, Emperor Alexander stood before the grand window of his throne chamber, his gaze locked on the distant horizon.

The storm clouds there swirled red, pulsing with unnatural light. His hands clenched at his sides.

“Eragon…” he muttered, voice low and tight. “What have you done? To dare call upon such power…”

Even for him, a being in the divine stage —the sheer magnitude of that energy was enough to unsettle the soul.

Far away, in the Great Forest, the blindfolded Elf Queen lifted her chin slightly. She did not speak, but the tremor in her fingers betrayed her unease.

She could feel it, the distortion of life, the twisting of the natural flow.

And across the seas, the Beast Chief Francis stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking his islands, as he whispered,

“This isn’t normal… even for the Dragon Lord.”

Back in the Dragon Mountains, the source of it all, Leon floated amidst the ruin and fire, his calm standing in cruel contrast to the chaos around him.

Before him, Eragon continued to grow, his massive form swelling with power until the sky itself seemed to bend around him. But then, just as suddenly, it stopped.

The energy condensed.

The dragon’s colossal figure shrank violently, flesh folding inward as bones cracked and reformed.

In moments, the towering beast was gone, replaced by a two-meter-tall abomination.

Its body was humanoid, yet monstrous, two great bat-like wings flared from its back, scales as dark as obsidian with rivers of molten red pulsing beneath. Its eyes, twin furnaces of bloodlust, burned through the haze.

Leon’s gaze sharpened.

“Still not enough,” he murmured.

Through the divine vision of his awakened senses, he saw it clearly, the cores within Eragon’s chest still incomplete, writhing but not fully transformed.

“Why don’t I give him a hand,” Leon said, voice flat as a blade’s edge.

Eragon’s scream tore through the mountains. The creature that had once been a lord was now a beast consumed by chaos, its roar echoing across the entire world.

Fire surged around him—not summoned, but born from the law of flame itself.

The ground melted beneath his feet as he launched forward, the sheer force of his movement breaking the sound barrier with every step.

Leon moved to meet him.

Their fists collided.

One wreathed in the Law of Fire.

The other wrapped in Tier IV Force Affinity, divine energy rippling from his knuckles.

The world convulsed.

A single impact, and Pandora itself trembled. Mountains cracked, oceans heaved, and the sky split open in a web of red light. The barriers protecting the Human Empire, the Great Forest, and the Beast Islands all flickered—centuries of enchanted defenses straining to contain the shock.

But the two didn’t stop.

Their clash became a blur, a brutal exchange of raw power and fury, more like two brawlers than divine beings. Each punch carried the weight of worlds, every collision birthing another storm across the land.