Acnologia saw how cowardly he was and didn't bother arguing with him, saying coldly, "For the sake of your merit, I'll spare your life. A mere extra like you shouldn't try to make your presence felt."
In his view, characters who didn't appear in the anime were all extras. He didn't even bother to remember their names; calling these kingdom generals Dragon Slayer Number One or Dragon Slayer Number Two was enough.
"Yes! My Lord!"
Although he didn't understand what "extra" meant, the Dragon Slaying General didn't dare hesitate for a moment and hurriedly responded.
In the sky, two Lightning Dragons looked at Acnologia and suddenly slammed on the brakes, their voices filled with shock and panic: "Why are you here?"
They had seen Acnologia from a distance before; back then, he had fought seven dragons alone and remained unscathed. Rumor had it that this monster had already slaughtered thousands of dragons. He alone caused more deaths than the entire human race, including the dragons fighting among themselves.
Acnologia raised his head, a wild and arrogant smile appearing on his face: "You two mongrel dragons, do I need to report to you where I'm going?"
"Get down here!"
He leaped up, grabbed the Lightning Dragon's horn, and slammed it ruthlessly into the ground. With a loud boom, a massive crater over a thousand meters wide cracked open.
The other Lightning Dragon didn't even dare to check if its companion was dead; it turned to run, but how could Acnologia give it the chance?
"Black Dragon's Claw!"
Acnologia was cold and ruthless. His right hand formed a claw ignited with pitch-black flames, sharp as a blade, instantly slicing off half of the Lightning Dragon's head as it fell from the sky.
"Pathetic!"
He landed slowly and walked toward the Lightning Dragon that was still struggling to crawl up, smiling: "You're quite durable."
"Acnologia, don't get cocky. We dragons already know how powerful you are. Dragon Kings are already uniting, planning to exterminate you. You won't live long!"
The Lightning Dragon panted heavily, staring fixedly at Acnologia. This monster was terrifyingly strong; it even doubted in its heart whether the united Dragon Kings could kill him.
He clearly wasn't going to survive now, but that didn't stop him from talking tough first.
As for begging for mercy, the thought flashed through its mind, but it had never heard of a dragon surviving in Acnologia's hands. It didn't believe there wasn't a single dragon that had begged for mercy.
In other words, this monster did not accept surrender. Since that was the case, rather than begging for mercy like a coward, it might as well show some backbone.
Acnologia reached out and pressed his hand on the Lightning Dragon's massive head, his cold eyes staring into the dragon's eyes. Seeing the dragon's pupils contract in fear, he sneered: "I thought you wouldn't feel fear!"
He raised his fist and punched down instantly. The Lightning Dragon's skull was pierced through, and blood sprayed into the sky, soaking his black clothes.
"Damn it! Soaked again and again. I need to learn some Cleaning Magic."
Acnologia shook out his hair, which was dyed red with dragon blood, tore off his clothes, and tossed them to the ground.
The First Dragon Slayer Squad originally had twenty people. Four had been killed by the Lightning Dragon, leaving sixteen, including two with missing limbs.
By the time Acnologia killed the first dragon, they were all already kneeling on the ground.
Seeing their miserable state, Acnologia frowned slightly and raised his hand to cast a Healing Magic spell.
He had once been a physician. Severed limbs couldn't be reattached, but anything not severed could be restored. These people were still somewhat useful; they could continue to lure dragons next time.
"Thank you, My Lord!"
The group felt most of their injuries recover and hurriedly thanked him.
Acnologia nodded slightly: "Well done. Go back and find Irene to claim your reward!"
With that, he stepped toward the Royal City.
The Dragon Slaying General followed behind with the soldiers at a moderate distance.
Although Acnologia always seemed cold, his timely rescue today and the fact that he healed their wounds made them feel that he wasn't so cold-blooded and heartless after all.
Many people looked at Acnologia's back with a hint of fanaticism in their eyes. This kind of terrifying existence was more awe-inspiring than royal power. As long as they followed him, even Dragon Kings would not be feared.
On the city wall, Irene watched the scene of Acnologia slaying the dragons, and her heart pounded with excitement. She couldn't quite tell if it was because of a stirring of her heart or fear.
She walked down from the city wall to greet him: "Lord Acnologia, welcome back!"
Acnologia raised an eyebrow slightly. At a time like this, should he reply with "I'm back"?
In the end, he couldn't say it. It was fine watching it in anime, but it would be very awkward when it was his turn.
"Does anyone know Cleaning Magic? Find one for me... Never mind, don't bother. I'm going to take a bath. Irene, arrange for someone to find me some clothes."
...At dusk, Acnologia was lying in the hot spring again, looking comfortable.
Before the fusion from the transmigration, he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he last bathed. He hadn't felt it before, but now he had actually fallen in love with the feeling of soaking in a hot spring.
At that moment, a figure wrapped in a bath towel walked through the mist, her long red hair flowing, reflecting like a dream under the soft moonlight.
"What are you doing? Do you want to bathe with me?"
Acnologia narrowed his eyes slightly and looked her up and down. It had to be said that Irene's figure was truly curvaceous; even wrapped in a bath towel, it was hard to hide.
Even if it hadn't reached the scale of the future scarlet despair, it was close.
"Lord Acnologia, if you don't mind, let me serve you."
Irene's cheeks were flushed crimson. Clearly embarrassed beyond measure, she forced herself to remain calm and stepped forward.
She didn't know why she suddenly acted this way; it was as if on a whim, she just wanted to do it.
Acnologia looked at her exquisite face and skin as smooth as a baby's, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring of his heart. However, he hadn't experienced this kind of thing before, and his desires in this area weren't uncontrollable.
Suppressing his heartbeat, he said, "As the Queen of a country, have you really thought this through? I don't have any feelings for you. I might just leave one day."
"I don't know if I've thought it through, but I don't regret it now."
Irene slowly unfolded the bath towel and let it fall to the side, her perfect figure completely exposed.
She slowly stepped into the water and walked toward Acnologia, facing him with nothing hidden between them.
Her body pressed against his, which was full of male hormones, and her voice was filled with temptation: "Lord Acnologia, don't you want to do something?"
Acnologia could clearly hear Irene's heartbeat and his own. The fire of desire rose in his heart, and he suddenly remembered a line.
"Woman, you're playing with fire!"
In that case, would he even be a man if he waited any longer? Rather than letting that scumbag benefit, it might as well be me.
As for Erza... he would think about that later. At the moment, what he wanted most was to unite with this charming woman as a memento.