Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 284 Descend Of Ancient Gods

The pillars were bathed in an eerie golden glow, the sacred chamber echoing with the presence of power far beyond mortal comprehension. The massive figure of Zorynthar, the Dragon God, coiled around the central pillar of the sanctum, his radiant scales gleaming like molten metal. The air was thick with his authority, his very presence bending reality itself.

When he spoke, it was a deep, resonant growl that sent ripples through the air, shaking the foundation of the Emperor's resolve.

"What can you offer me, mortal, usual disappointments?" the Dragon God rumbled, his voice seemingly emanating from every corner of the chamber, as if the walls themselves were alive with his power.

The Dragon Emperor, Drakos, knelt low, his head bowed in reverence, yet his eyes held the fire of unyielding determination. He slowly lifted his gaze, meeting the god's luminescent eyes with a courage born of desperation.

"To serve your will, I who has been your champion, O Great Zorynthar," he replied, his voice steady, though a bead of sweat traced its way down his temple.

The god's eyes narrowed, the faint glimmer of amusement flickering within them. A low rumble of laughter, sharp and cutting, echoed in the sanctum, filling the space with a chilling mockery.

"Very well," Zorynthar growled, his tone heavy with disdain. "Prove your worth again."

Drakos rose slowly, the weight of Zorynthar's gaze pressing down upon him like a mountain.

For years now, these meetings had been a recurring ordeal—a cycle of demands, orders, and disappointment. And this time, it was no different.

But today, it was Zorynthar who had summoned him, and the god's displeasure was palpable. The air crackled with an undercurrent of fury as the Dragon God's massive head lowered, his gaze boring into Drakos with fiery intensity.

"How long," Zorynthar began, his voice reverberating through the chamber like thunder, "...have you been my Champion? Yet you keep failing me."

Drakos winced, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

"You failed to bring Emberly into my fold," the god continued, his tone biting. "And instead, you secured yourself that useless empress of yours!"

The words struck like venom, and Drakos grit his teeth, his jaw tightening. He had indeed failed to win Emberly—the woman whose beauty and power had captivated not just him, but an entire generation. She had been untouchable, a paragon of strength and independence, rejecting every suitor, including him.

In his youth, the Dragon Emperor had proposed to Emberly publicly, confident in his charm and status. Her refusal had been swift and merciless, a blow not only to his pride but to his very reputation. His friends, nobles of the Dragon Empire, and even rulers of neighboring realms had likewise tried and failed to conquer Emberly's heart.

To save face and cover his shame, Drakos had orchestrated a calculated move. His father had arranged his engagement to Astrid, Emberly's closest friend by then, in what could only be described as an act of "revenge."

"Revenge?" Zorynthar's mocking chuckle filled the room, cutting through Drakos' thoughts. The god's voice dripped with derision. "In the end, you went for revenge? Laughable!"

Drakos' knuckles whitened, his body trembling with the effort to remain composed.

"But I let it pass," Zorynthar said with a wave of his massive claw. "I allowed you your petty schemes. Yet even with that, you failed to bring the Obsidian boy into the fold. And now, your precious daughter has fallen for him!"

The chamber seemed to darken as Zorynthar's laughter rang out, a dry, furious sound that made the Emperor's stomach churn. Drakos flinched, his mind racing. He hadn't known about Seraphina's connection to the Obsidian boy. He had thought she just failed, but this...

The realization hit him like a hammer.

"You didn't even know, did you?" Zorynthar sneered, his tone laced with mockery. "The very family you sought to dominate has ensnared your bloodline. How ironic."

"You have really grown senile, haven't you?"

The mocking stopped abruptly, and the air grew heavy with a foreboding silence. Zorynthar's gaze sharpened, his amusement replaced by a cold, unyielding anger.

"I tire of your incompetence, Drakos," the god growled. "Sever their ties—Seraphina and the Obsidian boy. The Ancients are stirring, and suspicions are flying like arrows in the wind. They surround that House, and we —me and you—cannot afford your family to be caught in the crossfire."

Drakos' heart sank at the weight of the command. He opened his mouth to protest but quickly closed it when Zorynthar's eyes bore into him, daring him to speak.

The weight of such order could separate him with his daughter, his favourite child, it would make things complicated even with Obsidians.

"There are rumors," the god continued, his voice dark. "Rumors of the Ancients making their move onto the Mortal Realm because of that family. Should this happen, it could lead to another descent of the Heavenly Army. And this time, even the Ancients themselves may come. It is a storm we cannot weather with loose ends."

The Dragon Emperor bowed his head, the gravity of the situation settling over him like a shroud.

"Right away," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

But as he straightened, his expression betrayed a flicker of hesitation.

"About the suspicions..."

Zorynthar's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a chilling growl. "Yes. There are whispers of Phantoms. Beings who defy the gods' will, you probably haven't heard of them. And then there are the God-Slayers."

The mention of God-Slayers made Drakos' blood run cold. His eyes widened in shock.

Zorynthar's gaze burned with intensity as he leaned closer, his massive form casting a shadow that engulfed the Emperor entirely. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

"Do not fail me again," the god warned, his voice echoing with finality. "Break the ties. Protect your bloodline. And remember, Drakos—failure is not an option."

The Dragon Emperor bowed low, his body trembling.

"As you command, Great Dragon GodZorynthar."

And with that, the chamber fell silent, the weight of the god's orders pressing heavily on Drakos as he turned to leave. The echoes of Zorynthar's growl lingered in his mind, a reminder of the price of failure.