Wednesday, November 26, 2025

[WN] Dragon Chain Ori : Volume 8 Chapter 45 [Re-Translation]

This is a re-translation.

Volume 8 Chapter 45

 

The aftershock of the battle mercilessly assaulted the City Isolation Barrier protecting Mars and the others. The scattered magic power eroded the elemental essence constructing the barrier. Through the thinned gaps, debris, along with magic that couldn't be blocked, came flying in.

 

"Oraaah!"

 

Mars, sweating bullets at the creaking barrier, nonetheless blew away the magic and rubble that broke through. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. The barrier already had several holes, and their number was growing. Even the City Isolation Barrier, with its superior regeneration, was insufficient to block the aftershocks of their battle with just one layer. But even this was better than nothing. The barrier, though gradually collapsing, was still holding because Nozomu was standing between them and Vitora. If he weren't, the barrier protecting Irisdina and the others would have already been destroyed by a barrage of Thin Robe of the Absolute Ice Demon. Still, it was close to its limit. The rate of destruction was beginning to overtake the barrier's ability to regenerate.

 

"What is with that vampire!? This is insane!"

 

"I can't see her limit. Is this... a true monster...?"

 

Irisdina stared at Nozomu, her fists clenched in frustration. She had no way to fight. Nozomu's Soul-Sealing Chains had sealed her power, along with Vitora's, that had been invading her. Though, even if she could fight, she wouldn't have been able to do anything.

 

"It's frustrating. To be able to do nothing at a time like this. In the end, I'm just relying on him again..."

 

The weak words she'd unintentionally spoken began to bind her heart. At that moment, with an even greater roar, the barrier protecting them wavered. The frayed edges burst, and the barrier's strength plummeted.

 

"Kyaaaaah!"

 

"Dammit, it's at its limit!"

 

Screams and panicked voices rose. Just then, a swarm of bats flew through a large gap in the barrier.

 

"Excuse me, everyone."

 

The one who flew in was Rugato, who had been fighting Mars. He instantly transformed from the swarm of bats into his human form, quickly drew a circle with his fingers, and constructed a barrier to fill the gap.

 

"What's your game? ...Not that I'm not grateful, but..."

 

Rugato, having plugged the hole, turned to Irisdina and the others.

 

"It is my duty to see that my Mistress has no unnecessary worries."

 

Vitora was thoroughly enjoying her battle with Nozomu. Seeing that, it was easy to guess why Rugato had helped them.

 

"Worries, huh... So we're just baggage."

 

"It is a most difficult thing to say, but..."

 

"You don't have to sugarcoat it. It's frustrating, but... even I can't cut into that fight right now."

 

If anything happened to Mars and the others, it would distract Nozomu. That was undesirable for Vitora, who was enjoying the fight. Mars sighed, frankly admitting the truth in Rugato's words.

 

"You are Rugato-san, correct? There is something I'd like to ask."

 

"What is it, young elf lady?"

 

In the midst of this, Shina spoke to Rugato.

 

"Who... What... is your master?"

 

"What is she, you ask? In what sense?"

 

"Even for a vampire, her power is abnormal. It completely surpasses that of a dragon, a king of spirits, even if it was a young one."

 

Magic and elemental essence were different, but Vitora's power completely overwhelmed that of the young dragon Azel. It wasn't an amount that should fit in a humanoid being. Therefore, it was only natural to assume that, like Nozomu, she had a secret.

 

"You will understand soon enough, if Nozomu-sama is worthy."

 

"Worthy?"

 

"Here, please watch..."

 

Rugato pointed. The stalemate between the two fighters was finally beginning to break.

 

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The relentless storm of blows. Vitora's arms, having repeatedly transformed, were no longer human. Countless sword-like wings sprouted from a massive, reddish-black mass of flesh. Secondary arms, reminiscent of a bat's, moved at her will, surging toward Nozomu.

 

"Hah!"

 

Nozomu continued to slash through the countless arms with Dust Severance. Even as flying blood obscured his vision, he sensed the faint presences in the storm, unleashing his blade at the optimal angle, speed, and power. However, the battle was gradually tipping in Vitora's favor. No matter how many times Nozomu's blade cut through the threats, the tsunami of magic power and her astonishing regeneration kept robbing him of any chance to counterattack.

 

(Even with Tiamat's power, it's not enough!?)

 

Nozomu grit his teeth at the feeling of being slowly pushed back. The difference between them was decided by a simple disparity in output, and the difference between their races. Nozomu, who repeatedly took optimal actions by focusing his power thinly and precisely, versus Vitora, who was constantly releasing her power at full-throttle, with no thought for the consequences. Normally, the latter, running at full speed, would tire first. But Vitora was an anomaly even among vampires, and, drunk on blood, her restraints were off. The more she was wounded, the more her magic power surged. So much so that she didn't even care about her own self-destruction.

 

(I went for the kill from the start, and this is still happening!?)

 

More than anything, the attacks that should have been fatal, weren't. This fact was forcing Nozomu into a drawn-out battle, allowing Vitora to draw out her limitless magic.

 

(Hoo...)

 

Even as he unleashed his techniques, he regulated his breath, calming his heating mind. How can I repel this assault? How can I surpass that regeneration? The key was, as he'd thought, Tiamat's dragon-slaying power. The question was how to slam it into her in a way that overwhelmed her regeneration. Her gushing magic still filled the barrier, reacting to her thoughts, clinging to her arms and strengthening them. Until he did something about that, he couldn't even get close. Phantom and Dust Severance weren't enough. Core Pierce lacked the power. Even if he annihilated a part of her body, she would just regenerate. So, what could he do? There was only one option.

 

(I have to do it... Here I go!)

 

Once he made his decision, Nozomu burst into action. He switched Mumei to a reverse grip. Against the sweeping arm, he raised not his sword, but his fist.

 

"Muh?"

 

"Guu!"

 

Enduring the pressure on his fist, he managed to punch the arm upwards. Next, the secondary arms, sharp as swords, rushed toward him, but he unhooked his scabbard rom the sword belt on his waist and mowed them down.

 

"Oooooooh!"

 

He lunged, kicked away her thrusting left arm, and spun, using the momentum to slash through the swarm of secondary arms with Mumei. His movements, so different from his previous solid stance, almost like a dance, made Vitora grimace.

 

"What is that? An invitation to dance!?"

 

As if in response to her thoughts, her magic swirled, and she unleashed a Thin Robe of the Absolute Ice Demon. He used Dust Severance to create an opening and slid in.

 

(Dammit, I can't get the form right. Is it because I'm swinging my sword in the middle of it!?)

 

He was incorporating movements that weren't part of the original form, and the desired effect wasn't appearing. Vitora's random attacks were also hindering its establishment.

 

(Don't match her. Lead her. Her attacks are powerful, but crude...)

 

In the storm of arms, Nozomu gradually corrected his form. Factoring in the changes he was making, her preferred movements, her thought patterns...

 

(Like this? No, like this?)

 

"Muh?"

 

Clack, clack, clack... Nozomu's and Vitora's movements began to synchronize, like gears meshing. And as he corrected his form, his eyes grew accustomed to her movements. Her speed and power were extraordinary, but because her main arms were so enlarged, their movements were limited. A sweep, a smash, or a thrust. Only those three. The secondary arms were the same. She wasn't using any refined tactics. That was why his plan had a chance of working.

 

Click, Click, Click... Snap!

 

(...Alright.)

 

The moment he felt it all click, Nozomu moved. He advanced, like a fish swimming up a raging river. He mowed down the swarm of arms raining on him with flowing movements, and slammed her swinging arm into the ground with an axe kick. He deflected the magic current with a roundhouse kick and parried a thrust with a solid hook.

 

"This is... What is this?"

 

None of her attacks were landing. They were being parried, deflected, dodged. This strange feeling, as if her own attacks were avoiding him, made her voice her confusion. That feeling was correct. Vitora was, step by step, falling into Nozomu's trap.

 

"Kuh! What is this... disgusting feeling!"

 

Even as she was overwhelming him with power, the feeling of being seen through... it made her heart waver. That agitation only drove her deeper into his trap. A master of martial arts, just by facing an opponent, can see several moves ahead. And how many moves they can read is determined by the relative difference in skill, experience, and tactical acumen. And with an overwhelming difference, a master can lead their opponent at will. By instantly seeing through their gaze, their body language, their tendencies... they can force them into a "form" that is decided dozens of moves in advance. And forcing her into that "form" was Nozomu's goal.

 

"Guh!"

 

By the time she realized she was in a trap, it was too late. The surrounding magic power began to flow toward Nozomu. Even the magic she had released was, against her will, being absorbed by him.

 

"Hah!"

 

He finally began to repel her brute strength head-on. Even as she wondered how, Nozomu smashed her attacks and closed the distance.

 

"Haha! What kind of trick is this, Nozomu Bountis!"

 

"It's nothing special. I just guided your form to fit my form. I just 'made' you offer your magic power to me."

 

Ritual Body Art: Wheel of Reincarnation. Originally, by just repeating the forms, it would absorb ambient magic and continuously stack enhancement magic on the user. But he couldn't have withstood her attacks with just his body. So, he had changed the form to incorporate his katana, all while leading her attacks so the form wouldn't break. Nozomu understood Wheel of Reincarnation perfectly. He knew what every movement meant, and what formula it corresponded to. That was why he could change the form without changing the effect. Vitora's unexpectedly crude attacks were another factor that made this improvisation possible. As a result, the ritual art was established. The high-density magic power in the air poured into Nozomu, drastically increasing his physical abilities. Furthermore, as the ritual art began to interfere with the ambient magic, the power and precision of Vitora's own magic plummeted. Her magic had never had the support of a formula. It was just her immense magic power, reacting to her will. And now, by being incorporated into "Nozomu's form," she herself had become part of the Wheel of Reincarnation formula. As a result, she was now, against her will, offering her own magic power to him. And, combining that absorbed magic with Tiamat's power, Nozomu now went on the offensive.

 

"Hah!"

 

A magic-infused kick mowed down her massive arms, and all the gathered magic and Tiamat's power was slammed into Mumei. In his fight with Jihad, Nozomu hadn't been able to control the magic he'd gathered. But now, the Soul-Sealing Chains, which perfectly handled the magic he was so poor with, forged the blade exactly as he wished.

 

"Ha, haha... How..."

 

A voice of admiration escaped Vitora's lips. The blade, having converged all the magic within the barrier, was wrapped in Tiamat's five-colored elemental essence, and now glowed with a pale, blue light.

 

"Take this!"

 

He unleashed a full-power thrust. Vitora reflexively tried to block with her hypertrophied arms, but the blade pierced through all of them in an instant and exploded. The immense magic and elemental essence scattered, instantly pulverizing her arms, gouging out her body from the chest down, and annihilating it.

 

"Gahak!?"

 

At the pain of losing nearly 70% of her body at once, Vitora's consciousness almost blacked out. And then, Nozomu instantly closed the distance to point-blank range and slammed in his "main attack."

 

"Hah!"

 

His fist pierced her regenerating chest. And then, holding her upper-body in the air, he slammed all of Tiamat's elemental essence into his fist. Wheel of Reincarnation, Core Pierce... it was all just a setup. Just preparation to completely finish Vitora, who he couldn't destroy from the outside.

 

"It's over! Be annihilated, soul and all!"

 

He slammed her airborne body into the ground and released the Dragon King of Destruction's power straight into her heart.

 

Annihilation Light Impact

 

The unleashed elemental essence of ruin instantly incinerated Vitora's body, annihilating even her soul, and creating a giant pillar of light.

 

***

 

A Brief Character Introduction

 

Vitora Lutarâk Datt Wajiart

 

The Vampire Princess. A monster whose simple output surpasses even an awakened Nozomu. Due to her overly prominent talents, her combat skills are crude, but she's a "cheat" princess on a level where that doesn't even matter, and she has the ability to fight even the Dragon King of Spirits head-on. If she has a weakness, it's that she has always overwhelmed all challengers with her sheer power, so her range of combat techniques is narrow. If you can somehow deal with her absurd magic output and her starfish-like regeneration, you might have a chance. Other than that, just her personality, which, like a true vampire, is very honest about its desires.

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