'He changed to the first true language of Dragon Tongue,' Slime#47 mused, frowning.
Strong beings move faster than light; spoken words wouldn't reach opponents in the battle, making normal communication useless.
But true language is spoken through mana, allowing communication even at speeds beyond light.
'He doesn't want to waste time,' he noted, clicking his tongue.
With true language, thousands of exchanges could happen in less than a minute.
In the Crimson Drago language, he replied, "I just wanted to know the power of the strongest slime."
The dragon narrowed his eyes and asked, "As a slime, you don't know the power of Remora?"
"Well, I am from the future," Slime#47 replied, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know about the current time—the past for me."
"Hmm," the dragon nodded. After a moment, he frowned.
"Wait—Remora is very powerful… He should be alive in your time, right?" he hissed, glaring sharply at Young Slime.
"No. He's not alive," Slime#47 replied, shaking his head.
"Not alive… who are you?" the dragon growled as he erupted with an insane amount of crimson aura.
Thud!
Slime#47's humanoid form collapsed under the insane pressure, reverting him to a jelly blob.
'Damn it. What the heck?' he mused with a scowl.
The dragon kept glaring piercingly at Young Slime.
"Multi Phantom! Demonic Surge!" Slime#47 cast.
He formed thirty clones of himself.
'Just one—I need to make it out with just one,' he thought as he sensed the murderous intent of the dragon.
Wob! Wob!
Pouring all his demonic force, each slime clone rushed out in different directions.
"Dragon Claw!"
The dragon flashed in front of the clones one by one and sliced them apart—Slash! Slash!
While Slime#47's main body ran, hiding under the cover of a few slime clones.
'Crap!… It's too much,' he thought, as he poured demonic force.
His Demonic Cloak allowed him to withstand Dragon Might, but it was due to Demonic Surge that he was able to move at high speed.
Whoosh!
After a few moments, he cast "Multi Phantom!" again as he sensed clones falling like leaves.
"I'm telling the truth!" he yelled. "Remora is not alive."
He glanced back, watching his clones get butchered like harvested plants.
Slash!
"No, you are lying!" the dragon roared, his eyes blood red. "Do you know just how pathetic your lie is?"
"What lie?" Slime#47 asked, cursing his bad luck. 'Damn fate.'
"Remora is stronger than me, though he cannot defeat me at the same level," the dragon said, narrowing his eyes. "Dragon Tail!"
Whoosh!
His tail glowed golden as he swung it.
Bang!
More than five slime clones were shattered into pieces of light blue and disappeared.
"I'm running out of demonic force," Young Slime muttered, his core thumping hard.
"No choice," he said, panting.
'I hope this works out,' he thought, as he cast, "Multi Phantom."
More than twenty clones reformed, covering him.
"Earth Mold."
He placed his palm on the grassy field.
A small crater opened in the ground, and he slipped into it silently as—Slash! Slash!—his clones got destroyed.
'Earth Mold.' Using the same spell, he refilled the crater.
'Just one more minute,' he mused, feeling his core almost rise to his throat.
He went a few meters deep underground and sighed, patting himself.
'He shouldn't be able to sense m—' Just as he was reassuring himself—
Whoosh!
He pivoted in shock—bang! A golden tail smashed into his back.
He was flung up, as boom! he crashed into the ceiling and swept through it due to the force; reforming a crater—flying out from underground to the sky.
"Crap!" he muttered, coughing a lot of Slime blood.
"Just what kind of dragon brat is he?" he cursed, holding slime blood in his mouth.
Bang!
He was hit on his top with the golden dragon tail, and thud! he landed heavily on the ground.
He wob! bounced up with difficulty.
"Ancient Combat Style—Demonic Pulse!"
He used the second stored power when he noticed the dragon appearing in front of him.
Whoosh!
Boom!
Slime#47 was launched into the air due to the power. However, his Demonic Pulse didn't stop as a dark beam of demonic force rushed out from his palm.
Zzz!
The beam hit dead on the dragon's head.
Bang!
Slime#47 kept hitting trees—snapping them in the middle—but he didn't flinch as he kept his Demonic Pulse going.
Whoosh!
The dragon glowed with the crimson aura, leaping to the side to dodge the attack.
The Demonic Pulse rushed forward, vaporizing trees, rocks, and everything in its way as the dragon moved aside.
"Damnit," Slime#47 grunted, as his demonic beam vanished, running out of energy.
'I still have to withstand him for forty-five seconds,' he clicked his tongue, sighing.
He glanced at the dragon—his face burned pitch black.
The dragon's left eye socket was empty.
"How dare you?" the dragon roared.
His body flared with golden energy—his eye healed—and his face returned to its normal white color.
"Royal Dragon Might!" he yelled, as golden energy erupted from him.
The surroundings turned golden for a split moment—thud! Young Slime's body was compressed into a small ball.
'I can't move,' Slime#47 thought, scowling.
"Damnit… damnit," he roared. "I cannot die here."
He recalled the slimes, Bull#1 and Cow#1.
Grr! Roarrr!
The dragon roared as a loud squawk echoed through the open forest field.
"Fire Dragon Breath!"
The shining white dragon spat flames from its mouth.
Burning, red-hot fire rushed straight toward the immovable liquid ball, helplessly held in place before it.
The dragon's breath turned the surroundings crimson from sheer heat, setting grass and nearby trees ablaze.
"I am done for…"
'Who uses Dragon Breath on a slime like me?'
The multicolored slime thought bitterly, eyes fixed on the approaching fire.
"I cannot give up… ahhh!" he yelled, pouring all his energies in, trying to dodge the dragon breath.
The slime couldn't move as its body began to disintegrate—from the surface, slowly grinding toward the core.
The flame swept through him and continued onward, burning everything in its path until it struck the mountain at the forest's center.
An explosion followed.
Smoke rose as stone shattered apart.
Dark scorch marks scarred the land in the fire's aftermath.
Grr!
The small dragon ceased its breath, puffed out its chest, and smiled in satisfaction.