The dragon's harem

Chapter 975: A Battle in The 7th Dimension



Vasilissa took a step forward and Nyar jumped back, trying to fly away and escape with his hide. He hadn't fully recovered yet and getting injured badly once more is a certain way to put him to sleep for another thousand years.

At that moment she appeared in front of him, swinging her bright sword at his neck faster than any living being could see. Nyar was faster, long bony spikes burst from his chest and hit her sword, shattering it.

"Using weapons while fighting me, are you a fool?" He looked at her. There is an order to the world, mundane weapons, magic weapons, and then artifacts, but no matter how powerful the god who creates a divine artifact, it'll never have a higher potential than said god.

The sparking shards of her sword stopped mid-air, and turned around, slashing Nyar's back. As he gasped, Vasilissa punched him in the face so hard she sent him flying back.

Nyar wasn't a creature that anyone could hope to move, even if he looked like a human, his weight far surpassed several combined worlds, and he was a massive writhing mass of flesh and eldritch magic, brimming invisibly with dark power.

He finally stopped, landing on the ground as he glared forward, magic boiling out of his yellow coat. "Fine, I'll bother killing you. I wonder what will break Arad faster, you or his wives death?" Tentacles burst from the ground, exploding forth toward Vasilissa in a chaotic storm of blood and bones.

What seemed like a normal attack was misleading, unlike how normal humans or gods attack, Nyar's attack acted differently.

An attack usually exists in dimensional space and moves forward through time, basically edging the fourth dimension but still locked to three axis and moving forward through time.

Nyar's attack touched the fifth and sixth dimensions while fully concurring time. The first dimension of time that normal people see is its flow, going forward into the future. To fully conjure that fourth dimension one must be able to freely move through the past, present, and future like how Doma's expansion works.

The fifth and sixth dimensions are the second and third dimensions of time, its Y and Z axis. Those two represent stacked timelines where events that failed to occur happen. If you dodged an attack, that same attack could've hit you in another timeline.

Nyar's attacks engulfed all of those six dimensions, approaching the target from all directions, in the past, present, and future at once, all while simultaneously attacking any possible timeline that they might have survived in.

Everyone in the world is like flies, stuck inside Nyar's massive web, helpless, worthless, and utterly defenseless. It doesn't matter how strong they are or what abilities they have, it's all over before the fight even starts. This massive and magnificent spider web stood...CLANG! A massive and heavy steel ball fell on the spider's web, ripping it apart.

Nyar was standing in place, kissing Vasilissa's foot as her kick ripped his head apart from his body. He could hear it, a deafening horn booming inside his head, coming straight from the massive black star above them.

Black holes bend time, space, and light, they don't care about anything and just rip it apart. Vasilissa kicked Nyar through his attack, unless he pulled something powerful enough to exceed the extreme nature of a black hole, he would suffer.

Realizing that the fight would end up with him damaged even more than before even if he won, Nyar immediately decided to focus on running away. He isn't attached to losing or winning, all that he cares about is cold, hard, and boring results.

With one turn and a powerful kick, he blasted forward at the speed of light, disappearing into the horizon. The speed of light was the world's cap, nothing could move faster than it in physical space. As long he started moving first, even if Vasilissa could match his speed, she'd never catch him before he escaped into the outer world.

He had started running first, his escape was now guaranteed. Or so he thought, Vasilissa flew right past him, cutting his path with a right hook to the throat.

A black hole twists time and space, by crushing space to shorten it, and stretching time to elongate it, Vasilissa could increase her speed far past the limits of the physical space. She punched Nyar in the throat, sending him rolling back.

He growled, "I don't know why I thought, the overgod would be the biggest hurdle between me and Arad." He glared at her, "How did I forget that the monster's mother would be an even bigger monster?" His two burning green eyes could be seen rumbling with rage. Arad's mother might've seemed uncaring, but that was because she rather let her son have freedom. She's willing to watch him or Gojo suffer once in a while, it's good for them to toughen up. But when a monster like Nyar shows up, something that they can't handle, she'll stand in the front, defending her children.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

A battle between two monsters who stood at the peak of the world had started, transcending time and space.

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{I don't have a name. I'm a fragment of your mother's consciousness.}

"How should I call you?" He looked up, "It will be strange to just speak to you without using a name."

{You can call me Mom if you want. I'm joking. Just give me a regular name.}

Arad smiled, "Okay then, Mom, nice to meet you, even if it's a bit late."

{Don't call me that!}

"Mommy? Is that better?"

{Don't do it, give me a regular name.}

"Let's go with Mom, Magical Orion's Mother. Miss Orion's mother, or what about My only mother or Mom o' Mom?"

{Now you're joking. Okay, you can use Mom.}

Arad smiled, "Nice to work with you, Mom."

Mom whispered that Arad couldn't comprehend her words, {Multiverse Obliterating Monster is more like it.}

"What do you say?" Arad asked as Mom directed him toward Lyla's shop, in the shadows behind them, Vasilissa and Nyar were crossing fists and blades in a battle that transcended

time and space.

Nyar and Vasilissa flew above Alina, landing in its plaza with a loud crash. The people looked, seeing the two standing silently in the middle, glaring at each other. A hidden man in yellow and a shrouded woman of darkness, the two oozed with a mystical aura, bending light around

them.

Nyar looked down, and the time of the day changed, stopping in the middle of the night. From the star-filled night sky, a massive black mass of tentacles reached toward the ground, extending to reach Vasilissa's head.

The stars in the sky twisted, and the tentacles were crushed and ripped apart, burning in a meteor shower that captured the gazing eyes of all mortals, looking into the beautiful show. A kid walked behind Vasilissa, with each step he took, he grew older and older until he died

after taking seven steps.

Time then started to flow backward, and the old man came back to life, returning to his childhood as the two powerhouses disappeared. Vasilissa and Nyar ran through the alleyways, each fist they threw came crashing in a different year and a different timeline. Some in the distant past when this land was nothing more than empty fields, and some in the far future beholding a vibrant and bustling city of steel and lightning.

"Is this city important to you?" Nyar said with a smile as he was sitting outside a restaurant, sipping on a cup of tea as Vasilissa sat facing him, drinking her tea.

"You're the one pulling us here." She said sipping her tea, "You want me to fight you around this city so I can't use my full power." Nyar knew that Alina hosted her husband and son, if this place was to be destroyed in the past due to their fight, the future might end up messed

up.

"We're fighting past time and space. The fact you're pushing me to this level means I can't hold back, and I'm not beneath taking hostages." He swirled his cup, a smile hiding beneath

his dark face.

"Masters, I've brought you some tea." A voice came from above, and as they looked, Lilia was flying on her broom in a severe outfit. She poured tea to Vasilissa from a golden teapot, and then pulled a black and charred teapot out of nowhere, pouring the black and disgusting tea in it over her toes and into Nyar's cup. "Enjoy, the most vile poison I can make." She glared at him with a sadistic face.

"Yog, so you're here as well?" Nyar giggled, "Took you a while to catch up."

She glared at him, her body twisting and contorting into a black mass of tentacles and red eyes, reaching down to his face. She growled with a maw filled with deformed teeth, "You two aren't the only monsters around, but unlike you, I must make sure nothing breaks in the

world."

"Hehe." Nyar giggled, "Then how about I start getting serious?" They all disappeared. In the next second, they were in a large wooden room beneath candlelight, a room Vasilissa was

familiar with.

On the bed, Alcott and Ginger were sitting right after doing the deed. And Nyar was sitting on the chair at their side, looking at Vasilissa and Lilia with a grin hiding on his shadowy face.

"Look like someone else has been having fun on your bed, with your husband." He looked at Vasilissa, "How do you feel? Quite sad, right? Disappointed probably?"

Vasilissa giggled, "On the opposite. Do you think I'll bend over for any normal man? As usual, he's quite skilled with his sword." Behind Nyar, Alcott had already brandished his sword and

was swinging.

Alcott's sword slashed the thin air, and Ginger gasped, "What's up?!" She looked around with

her vampire vision and couldn't see or sense anything. "I don't know." Alcott replied, "I felt threatened for a second."

"It was probably just a mosquito, try to calm your reactions a bit." She leaned back and looked up. Alcott sheathed his sword and looked at her, "Let's go for another round."

"Heh?!" She gasped, "We already did it nine times!" She crawled away. "Come on. It's not like you get tired or anything, you're a vampire." Alcott jumped into the bed and Vasilissa was giggling in the back, looking at Nyar holding his bleeding neck. Lilia flicked her fingers, and they appeared again above the stars beneath the massive black hole. "Look at you! Slashed by a mortal." Lilia burst laughing and started spinning mid-air, "Vasilissa has one hell of a husband, he's indeed reminded me of him." She stopped spinning,

"My husband."

CLANG! A white-haired old man was walking toward them, leaning on his steel cane. Behind him, the shadow of a massive deformed abominable horror writhed in madness.