Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1147: Chpater-1148

Blood Borne Valley...

Nestled at the center of the three grandest peaks in the Blood Borne Valley, vast caverns stand as the domain of the Black Convent family...

The Black Convent ranks as the mightiest clan of Demonic dragons, boasting more than 150 such fearsome beings.

A colossal red dragon soared above the valley, revealed to be none other than Jerfinndor, the leader of the Black Convent family...

Jerfinndor stands as one of the most powerful Demonic dragons in existence, and no creature in the entire Blood Borne Valley would defy his commands.

Yet, compelled by pressing matters... Jerfinndor had departed his lair for just one hour, only to return and spot plumes of smoke rising from multiple caverns.

"What the hell?" Jerfinndor uttered, his face twisted in shock and bewilderment, especially since most of the haze billowed from his own dwelling.

He plunged swiftly into the cavern, spotting massive boulders scattered across the floor, with visibility swallowed by the gloom within.

Sob-Sob

A sound of weeping echoed from the depths...

"Krevin....? Jari...? Where are you?" Jerfinndor called out, shifting instantly to his human shape before clapping his palms sharply, unleashing a thunderous boom that dispersed all the smoke in a single gust.

CLAP

PUFF

Once the fumes vanished, his gaze fell upon a charred dragon corpse sprawled in the cave, its head severed and smashed against the stone.

A she-dragon huddled beside the mutilated form, sobbing as she clutched the scorched remains.

"J-Jari..." Jerfinndor gasped, stunned, before rushing to his mate and reverting to his draconic shape.

"What occurred here, Jari? Explain it to me, and who is this one?" Jerfinndor demanded, eyeing Jari with utter confusion.

"T-This is our son... Krevin. Sob-Sob" Jari answered in a trembling tone, her tears flowing anew.

Jerfinndor's eyes bulged wide upon absorbing this revelation.

"WHAT!?" Jerfinndor bellowed, his roar reverberating across the entire valley.

Swish

In a flash, another dragon burst into the cave, one wing savagely torn and his left eye gouged clean out.

A gaping wound pierced his chest, spilling dark blood freely.

"Your Majesty..." He rasped before collapsing, balance forsaken, onto the cavern floor.

Thud

"Drem... Who inflicted this on you? Who dared harm my son? Was it the Yubari Tribe's forces? Or perhaps the Vixen Tribe? Name them, Drem... I shall eradicate them from existence.

I will slaughter every last heir and incinerate their corpses just as they scorched my boy. Speak to me, Drem... Say something." Jerfinndor growled, fury blazing on his features as he approached Drem.

"Your Majesty... One..."

"One army? How vast was it? From which tribe?" Jerfinndor pressed, his face etched with grave intensity.

"One Demon... Just a single Demon, Your Majesty. A morgan." Drem gasped out, fighting for each breath.

Jerfinndor's eyes stretched impossibly wider at the words from his devoted retainer.

"Drem... What absurd ramblings are these?" Jerfinndor questioned.

"I slumbered in my cavern amid perfect quiet, until abruptly... An invasion warning blared from the Jillian Mountain..."

72 minutes ago...

Jillian Mountain,

A dragon dozed peacefully atop the peak, but his ears perked alertly as a presence neared.

Blink-Blink

He snapped his eyes open, spotting an approaching dragon headed for the Valley—unfamiliar, obscured by moon-shrouded clouds, though it was Mira.

Wasting no time, he seized a massive iron rod from the earth and slammed it against the nearby suspended bell.

TANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

The bell's toll boomed through the valley, rousing every dragon from rest.

The bell-ringer dragon launched skyward, gripping the hefty rod, and intercepted Mira's flight path.

"HALT RIGHT THERE." He boomed, and Mira came to an instant stop.

"State your iden—wait, Mira? Is that really you?" He inquired, puzzlement creasing his brow.

"Uncle Frecs... I've come to settle my score with Krevin. Is he around?" Mira stated firmly, fixing her gaze on Frecs.

"Mira... Have you lost your mind? You triggered a false alert because of your arrival—do you grasp the hour?

You can't just stroll into this valley under cover of night... Lucky for you I recognize you; anyone else would've met their end already." Frecs responded evenly.

"Step aside, Uncle... I'm here to slay Krevin." Mira declared sternly, staring down Frecs.

"What in the world are you saying? Didn't your father—" Before he finished, two additional dragons swooped in.

"Hey Frecs, what's the issue?"

"Yeah... Why'd you sound the bell?"

"Apologies, sirs. It was my niece... My weak vision tricked me into thinking it was an intruder, so I rang it. Truly sorry." Frecs explained, addressing the pair.

"Damn it, Frecs? Don't hit that emergency bell so carelessly... Now we've got to calm 150 pissed-off dragons yanked from sleep.

You absolute fool." One snapped irritably.

"I am so—" Frecs began, but a piercing cry sliced the air.

"Why have we halted?"

"Hmm....?" All three whipped around toward Mira, sensing a chilling aura radiating from her rear.

"Someone's accompanying her... Show yourself now, or I'll end you both on the spot." One dragon warned gravely, advancing on Mira.

"Mira... Who've you brought along?" Frecs demanded sternly.

Clang

Abruptly, a metallic clash rang from overhead Mira's position, twin purple eyes gleaming from the shadows.

Gazing into them revealed only doom and slaughter.

"W-What the—" The dragons faltered, pulling back from Mira hastily.

Dark clouds parted gradually, unveiling the luminous moon.

Moonbeams bathed Anon's form, summoning dual obsidian sickles to his grasp, his expression calm yet lethally poised.

"You've got two seconds once I'm done speaking to clear my path, or I'll butcher you three so thoroughly your kin will scrape up your remains in fragments." Anon declared, ceasing abruptly.

The trio eyed Anon, sensing deep peril... Their survival instincts urged obedience to his command, though they couldn't fathom why this diminutive demon terrified them so.

"What if we refuse—"

"Time's up. The foolish have disregarded my caution..." Anon intoned, hoisting an Arcane Slayer toward them, his lips curling into a sinister grin.

"... Precisely as I hoped." Anon finished and invoked his magic.

[MANA DOMAIN FINAL FORM: ABSOLUTE CONTROL.]

Upon activation, the valley's mana thickened dramatically... It grew oppressively heavy.

"D-Do you sense that?" One dragon murmured to his comrade.

"Y-Yeah... What now? Fight or flee?" His ally replied, face clouded in uncertainty.

Anon lifted his foot, mana beneath compressing into a solid base.

He planted it down, and with the next stride, fresh mana solidified underfoot— to the dragons, it appeared he treaded upon the sky itself.

Even Mira gaped at his aerial gait.

"A-Attack him..." Frecs commanded, hoisting his iron rod to launch the assault; the others mirrored him, inhaling deeply as their throats ignited with golden radiance.

[QUANTUM CUTTER SEVENTH FORM : DEATHGIVER.]

In an instant, his frame pulsed with overwhelming bloodlust, freezing all four dragons mid-motion.

Swish

Anon vanished from sight, materializing behind the trio, drenched head to foot in ebony blood.

His grin broadened as he flicked the gore from his sickles, and Mira's eyes flew wide in terror, witnessing the three dragons—who'd hovered unscathed moments prior—now frozen utterly still.

Suddenly, crimson gashes etched across their forms, and without pause, they plummeted earthward in tiny chunks.

Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud

A deluge of inky blood and flesh blanketed the terrain as Anon pivoted to Mira, noting the dread in her stare.

"It's been ages since I savored such thrill... Hehehehe." Anon murmured lowly, cackling like a madman.