The Extra Can't be A Hero

Dragon Form.

Yet another of the ultimate Draconic arts that Yval had taught Amon. And in many ways, it was the most powerful.

Golden flames erupted from his body, encasing Amon in a blazing inferno. Torrents of golden-white flames landed and burnt his skin, shedding its human exterior in exchange for a scaly one. Amon’s spine lengthened, shoulders broadened, and muscles and sinew thickened with supernatural strength. Physically speaking, Amon was now almost equal in size to the twins’ demonic form.

The shimmer from Amon’s golden-white scales blinded anyone who stared too long at them, even in the pitch dark of the desolate cave. Like woven sunlight, Amon’s crown emitted a luminous halo that made him look like a sanctified figure, all while his body tightened into a dense form of muscle and scales.

White embers flickered throughout his body, creating an invisible pressure that countered the Demon’s presence. As Amon exhaled, golden flames escaped within his breath, scorching the air and creating a dry atmosphere that hardly anyone could breathe comfortably in.

Never in a million years did Amon expect to reveal this form so early on.

’It’s not perfect yet…’

Amon felt a constant tingling beneath his skin, the mana within him restless, straining to break free. It was a clear sign of his inexperience—his lack of mastery over this form. Given the choice, he would have never unleashed his Dragon Form without fully controlling it. But fate had left him no alternative. He faced an Apostle in their Demon Form, and as the saying went, the best way to fight fire was with fire.

"Bastard! So you aren’t human, too?!"

Damien’s head shouted in a mix of anger and confusion. They’d never felt pressure from another human, especially since they’d received the blessing as Apostles. Yet, deep in their souls, they felt an urge to turn their backs and run in the opposite direction.

It was the first time in many years that they’d felt this primal fear… this feeling of helplessness.

It reminded them of the days when they were bullied and tortured simply for existing. And that made them angry.

"I’ll kill you and then then fulfil the Prophet’s orders!"

Dante’s head snapped up, joining the chaos as the fury he had kept buried erupted to the surface. In truth, his temper was just as fierce as Damien’s—the only difference was that, as the older brother, he was better at hiding it.

The two energies collided with explosive force, splitting the cave apart with a deep, jagged chasm. Amon’s Dragon Form radiated a golden aura, its brilliance like the warm morning sun, illuminating the darkness with divine intensity. In stark contrast, the Twin Brutes unleashed a dense, grayish-violet energy, pulsing with the essence of decay itself—a manifestation of the natural law of atrophy.

Amon was the one who couldn’t hold himself back and struck first.

He enveloped Nyx in his signature golden aura, the blade gleaming with radiant power. Fortunately, Nyx adapted to his increased size, expanding effortlessly to match his transformed form. This was only possible because Nyx was no ordinary weapon—a soul weapon, an extension of his very being rather than a mere physical blade.

The ease with which Amon moved was stunning, but the twins couldn’t keep up with his explosive speed.

Nyx whistled through the air and sliced the bodies of the twins like a hot knife through butter. The white flames eroded the Apostles’ sinister energy while Amon’s draconic force overwhelmed the twins. Pained and angered, they leapt back and held onto their signature weapons.

Dante with his quarterstaff, Damien with his club.

Immense waves of demonic energy gathered at the tips of their weapons, swirling with malevolent intent as an illusory bell enveloped their bodies. Velvety red runes emerged across their violet skin, pulsating with arcane power, further strengthening their formidable weapons. Thick, veined muscles bulged from the twins’ conjoined form, straining with raw force as they prepared to unleash their most devastating attack.

"Everyone, on me!"

Yue was the first to react, calling for everyone to enter her barrier. She had witnessed this attack many times, and knowing the twins, they would use their everything from the get-go.

Amon was aware of the attack, but he’d never personally encountered it. Staring at the illusory bell, the transmigrator readied himself and used the Sunfire Bulwark Fortress. Adding to the fact that he had a superior draconic body and was protected by Aura, Amon believed he could tank the attack head-on.

But alas, for the first time in his life… he miscalculated.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!

The twin weapons struck the bell with earth-shattering force, unleashing a tidal wave of demonic energy that multiplied exponentially. The resulting shockwave sent a deafening resonance through the air, and the cave’s ceiling crumbled instantly. The once-sturdy mountain above them fractured, collapsing into rubble and dust beneath the sheer force of the impact.

Realising the twins’ intent, the Foolish Lich desperately tried to shield his lair, but his efforts were in vain. Their attack showed no allegiance, indiscriminately tearing through everything in its path. Friend or foe, it made no difference—the overwhelming force continued its relentless march, obliterating all matter that dared stand before it.

And Amon, being the main target of the twins’ attack, was no different.

The Sunfire Bulwark Fortress shattered into radiant fragments as Amon was hurled backwards like a ragdoll. He crashed onto the ground with bone-rattling force, his body battered and bruised from the impact. Though he managed to cling to consciousness, a sharp pain surged through him, forcing a mouthful of blood from his lips.

Shivering, Amon brought his hand up and supported his stomach. The blood flowed from his mouth, but the Knight didn’t have the luxury of dealing with that now. His entire body was screaming out with agony, and if he weren’t in his Dragon Form, it would have been much worse. Enjoy exclusive content from NovelBin.Côm

As of this moment, his body was regenerating from the damage, but if he sustained one or two more of the same blows…

’As expected, the Apostles are of another level…’

A wave of apprehension captured the indomitable warrior’s heart. He’d constantly been training with urgency, knowing the threats that the Demon Cult posed and what they would do in the future if things were to go their way. But even so, Amon believed his preparations would have been sufficient to face an Apostle easily.

Yet, here he was… shivering in his boots.

Little did he know that the Apostles were also in a similar state.

The Bell of Vengeance.

The Twin Brutes’ most devastating ability—one so dangerous that even the Prophet had forbidden its use. It concentrated their near-limitless demonic energy, unleashing shockwaves that rippled across the battlefield. In terms of sheer raw power, it surpassed all other Apostles. A single strike could reduce mountains to rubble, and with enough time and preparation, it had the potential to lay waste to an entire continent.

But just as it was powerful, it was risky.

The destruction that the Bell of Vengeance wrought brought its casters the same amount of suffering. Although Dante and Damien would be shielded from most of the damage, just a fraction of its potency was enough to break down their bodies from the inside, rendering their hyper-regeneration useless.

Hence, the Twin Brutes struggled to keep their wits, spitting out blood while their conjoined state writhed with agony. The self-destructive ability caused their bodies to twist in unnatural contortions as their mana circled in a vortex of anguish.

And in their weakness, they failed to recognise the creeping terror approaching.

A flaming blade struck down from the heavens like a thunderbolt, driving into the chest of the conjoined twins. The golden fire, softer in hue yet far more divine, seared through the massive demon like a divine judgment, inflicting a pain that seemed to burn their souls. The twins’ cries deepened, their agony intensifying. But that was only the beginning. Thorned vines sprang from the earth, coiling around the monstrous form, while Holy Power surged forth, flooding their bodies and binding them in place, rendering them immobile and helpless.

Amon didn’t have to look and could guess who was responsible for the foreign attack.

Leon and Ellahan stood in front of Yue, who had constructed a barrier that went beyond the limits of space and time to land the deadly blow. They pounced once they saw the twins’ moment of weakness, allowing Amon to deal the finishing blow.

After being struck by the Bell of Vengeance, it took Amon everything he had to recover just enough to move his body. Stepping forward in his Dragon Form, Amon coated himself with a rich golden Aura and gathered the white flames onto Nyx. He raised the black blade high and aimed to strike the monster at its weakest point.

’You cannot be left alive…’

Amon had already intended to eradicate the Demon Cult. Killing the Apostles of Vengeance was just the start of it all. With the combined powers of Ascalon, the Saintess’s Holy Power and Amon’s final blow, death was inevitable for the conjoined twins of terror.

And so, Amon swung with everything that he had.

Alas, as fate would have it…

A white sword abruptly stopped Amon’s strike, its strength more than enough to withstand the full force of his blow. Taken aback, Amon instinctively leapt backwards, gaining a clear view of the figure who had intervened. A demonic swordsman stood before him, exuding an aura that rivalled the Apostles of Vengeance. In fact, the pressure he radiated far surpassed theirs, sending a chill down Amon’s spine and making his skin crawl.

’I didn’t notice him approaching?!’

Amon didn’t even have time to contemplate how the man slipped past his superior senses, as all of his instincts were screaming at him to kill the man before him.

"I apologise for interrupting a warrior’s battle, but I can’t let you kill them."

The demonic swordsman stepped before the twins’ bodies and pointed his white-bone sword at Amon. Malachi, the man who was supposed to be stopped by Carmen, the Black Dragon Order Commander, now stood between Amon and eliminating a future threat to Hyades.

"Let me be your partner instead."