Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

As destruction reigned below, the tension in the air shifted dramatically. A powerful aura suddenly surged from the Lionhart Kingdom's royal palace, so intense that it seemed to make the very air heavier.

The sky darkened slightly as a presence made itself known, and the chaotic battlefield quieted for a brief moment as all eyes turned toward the source of the new energy.

From the palace, a figure flew toward the scene with calculated precision—King Lionel himself. His golden armor gleamed in the faint light, and his piercing eyes, cold and devoid of any warmth, locked onto the massive form of Roxana in her Volcanic Dragon state. His lips curled slightly, more out of disdain than surprise.

"So, you're Roxana," Lionel said, his voice sharp and commanding as he hovered just above the battlefield. His tone carried no fear, only calm authority, as he gazed up at the towering dragon.

Then, with deliberate slowness, his gaze shifted to the boy standing confidently atop Roxana's head. His expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. "And you must be Lucas."

Lucas, standing tall despite the overwhelming presence of the king, offered a faint smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, so you already know about us," Lucas replied smoothly, his voice dripping with mockery.

His posture remained relaxed as if the king's entrance meant nothing to him. "Good. Now, the real question is—" he gestured lazily toward Roxana, "—what will you do to appease her anger?"

His words were accompanied by a smirk, as if he was already amused by the king's inevitable failure.

Lionel's face remained impassive, his cold blue eyes locked onto Lucas with the precision of a predator eyeing its prey. There was no hint of emotion—no fear, no anger—just icy authority.

"I don't care about your grievances or her so-called anger," Lionel replied coolly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. His expression didn't waver. "What I do care about," he continued, his tone growing sharper, "is the chaos you're causing in my kingdom."

Roxana, towering above, let out a low, guttural growl that rumbled through the ground like distant thunder. Her molten eyes narrowed, glowing fiercely as they locked onto Lionel.

The flames dancing around her intensified with her growing anger. "Is that a threat, King Lionel?" she rumbled, her voice laced with the simmering fury of a beast on the verge of destruction.

Lionel didn't flinch. He crossed his arms, his posture casual but filled with the unmistakable aura of someone who had no intention of backing down. "I don't make threats," he said coldly, his voice dropping an octave, exuding menace. "I give commands."

There was a pause, thick with tension, before Lionel spoke again, his tone absolute. "And I'm commanding you—both of you—to get the hell out of my kingdom before you regret it."

The words hung in the air like a decree from a sovereign ruler who believed in his own invincibility.

Lucas's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he gazed down at King Lionel. The confidence in his posture was unmistakable, as if he was toying with the king. Chapter Discover:

"Interesting," Lucas said, his tone light and casual, as though they were discussing a trivial matter. "So, you're the one who sent Valen after us."

He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in, before continuing, his voice shifting, laced with mockery and menace. "And now that he's dead, we demand answers."

There was a chilling calmness in Lucas's words, but his eyes darkened as he spoke, the smile never quite leaving his face. "But instead of giving us those answers," he said, the sharp edge of mockery cutting through his tone, "you think you can just kick us out? Do you think we're that weak?"

Lionel's eyes flickered with a flash of annoyance, his composure hardening as he locked eyes with Lucas.

His expression, cold and regal, didn't falter, but his voice grew colder, sharper, as though every word was meant to cut. "It's true," he began, his tone steady but firm, "that you and Roxana are strong."

He let the words hang in the air, his gaze never wavering as he measured Lucas, almost as though he were deciding how much of a threat they truly posed.

"But don't make the mistake of underestimating me," Lionel continued, his voice hardening further, the authority of a king dripping from each word. "I am not Valen."

His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of a sneer tugging at his lips as he added, "Even ten Valens wouldn't be enough to stop me. And you two? You're certainly not strong enough to kill me."

Roxana's massive dragon form shifted slightly, her wings beating against the air with a slow, deliberate motion. The ground trembled beneath her weight, and her molten eyes sparkled with excitement, the thrill of the coming battle clear in her gaze.

She let out a low, rumbling chuckle that reverberated through the air like distant thunder. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement, almost taunting. The flames flickering around her scales seemed to burn hotter, as if responding to her rising excitement.

Her massive dragon head tilted slightly, her eyes gleaming as she leaned in, her voice filled with dark promise. "Let's see if that arrogance of yours can withstand the fire of a dragon."

Lucas, standing tall atop Roxana, nodded in agreement, his smirk growing wider. His voice, calm yet brimming with confidence, echoed her sentiment. "Yes... let's see if your bravado holds up."

The air between them thickened, crackling with unspoken tension. The moment hung heavy, pregnant with the threat of violence as the two forces stared each other down. Every breath, every flicker of movement, felt like the precursor to an inevitable clash.

King Lionel's jaw tightened, his muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike. His icy blue eyes never left Lucas's, as if daring him to make the first move. "Prepare yourselves," he muttered, his voice low, seething with unrelenting resolve.

The tension escalated, reaching a boiling point, as both sides readied themselves for the battle that was about to unfold—a clash that would shake the kingdom to its core.

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