God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 158 Creating Yamata no Orochi And Fenrir

The Level 9.8 Lightning Dragon snorted, sending arcs of lightning scattering through the air. Enjoy new chapters from empire

Linsley remained unfazed, hovering in place as he looked upon the colossal creature. He knew well that the dragons saw themselves as naturally superior beings, scorning humans—even human Overlords—no matter their strength.

To the dragons, humans were little more than lesser creatures who had merely became a bigger ant after awakening their gifts.

"Arrogance?" Linsley replied, his voice calm. "Or is it fear of finally meeting someone equal?"

The Lightning Dragon's expression darkened, and arcs of lightning intensified around its body.

The dragon's gaze narrowed as it bore into Linsley, radiating contempt at the human's audacity. "Dragons are eternal, humans transient. Power or not, you're still beneath us," he sneered, his voice laced with disdain.

Linsley met the dragon's gaze without a hint of hesitation.

With a subtle shift of focus, he activated his Real Fantasy, conjuring from his imagination a mythical creature—a powerful being from ancient Japanese legend: the Yamata no Orochi.

The image wavered at first, an illusion suspended in the air, before solidifying as Linsley brought his fantasy fully to life.

The Yamata no Orochi was massive, its serpent-like body winding with eight muscular necks, each head bearing a pair of gleaming, crimson eyes. Its scales shimmered a deep, iridescent green, and jagged black markings crawled across its long body like cracks in the surface of precious stone.

Razor-sharp fangs protruded from each head's mouth, dripping with venom that sizzled upon touching the ground. Mist poured from its jaws, and the very air around the creature seemed charged with ancient, primal energy.

The Lightning Dragon let out a derisive snort, the sound echoing across the rocky landscape.

"A mere serpent," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "You dare bring an inferior bloodline creature against me, a pure-blooded dragon?"

The Orochi's heads reared back, each hissing in unison, their combined voices forming an eerie chorus that cut through the air like a blade.

The ground seemed to shudder beneath Fenrir's colossal paws, and his snarl alone sent tremors through the air.

With an ear-splitting roar, Fenrir leapt into the fray, targeting the Lightning Dragon with ferocious intent.

The dragon barely had time to react as Fenrir lunged, his jaws snapping inches away, forcing the dragon to twist in mid-air.

With Fenrir attacking from below and Yamata no Orochi from all sides, the Lightning Dragon found itself overwhelmed by the combined might of these two mythical beasts.

Sparks of lightning and flashes of elemental energy painted the sky as the dragon fought back, but Fenrir's relentless attacks kept it on the defensive, allowing Orochi to strike repeatedly.

Each of Fenrir's lunges shook the ground, and every bite came closer to reaching the dragon's scales.

The dragon's eyes narrowed, fury building within it as it realized it was outmatched. Yet, pride held it in place, refusing to flee from what it still saw as lesser creatures.

The Lightning Dragon, though wounded and exhausted, hovered in the air, its body encircled by arcs of electric energy that flickered erratically.

Fury burned in its narrowed eyes as it gazed down at the battlefield where both Yamata no Orochi and Fenrir prowled, their combined power pressuring it from every angle.

Although the summoned creatures weren't as fearsome as their mythological legends due to Linsley's limitations, they were still powerful enough to match the dragon's strength—each of them pressing it back, one blow at a time.

The Yamata no Orochi lunged forward, eight fanged jaws snapping viciously in sync, tearing through the dragon's lightning barriers and grazing its scales.

The dragon reared back with a roar, blasting one head with a massive surge of lightning, but Orochi's remaining heads pressed the attack.

Fenrir seized the opportunity, lunging forward with impossible speed and raking his fangs along the dragon's side, leaving deep gashes that sparked and bled.

For the first time, the dragon faltered, recoiling from the unrelenting assault as both creatures forced it into retreat!