46 Uh, My Technique That I Haven't Used Since The Triassic Era [046]

I thought Godzilla was about to have another "Mada Mada" moment when he attacked King Ghidorah from behind but I was completely disappointed by the events that followed afterward.

Godzilla simply got thrown left and right, east and west, north and south… He got clapped to the point I mistakenly had him moaning in a low voice.

That abominable hallucinatory slip-up made me question if Godzilla was low-key an M.

Godzilla looked pitiful, he was clearly on the verge of dying. Maybe in about 5 minutes if his critical condition wasn't resolved, then Godzilla was going to bring Boston down with us. Well, everyone would die except for me.

I am fucking immortal wolf, for Pete's sake. Nigh-immortal, to be more down-to-earth.

I still had to worry about that Quintessa bitch from god knows which chapter. Was it chapter 30? Do I secretly suffer from Alzheimer's disease?

That's so random, I guess.

Using [Sound Mimicry], I screeched an imitation of the sound frequencies used by King Ghidorah.

The message in the titan language translated to this: "You three-headed faggot get your horny ass off my friend Goji, or I will be forced to use my long-lost technique from the Triassic Era!"

And well, you know the results that followed next? King Ghidorah understood the reference very well and sent his angry ass over to his daddy.

ROAR!!

King Ghidorah screeched louder than before, even Kevin the dumb dumb, released that caged dog in him.

"Ew, I ain't gonna fuck with you!" I screeched back after translating King Ghidorah's message.

The three-headed bastard wanted to turn me over and send his [Gravity Beams] down my eldritch doggy ass.

I think I just fried my brain by imagining such a silly, revolting, fucked scenario!

King Ghidorah spewed three mighty streams of [Gravity Beams] but I bravely tanked them like the cool bastard I was without care.

I then brandished my [Monomolecular Plasma Claws], raising my paw as I was about to surrender before cleaving Kevin.

Oh poor Kevin, why did you have to suffer the most? Is being dumb a sin? Is being dumb unlucky?

As Kevin's head and 3/4 of his neck left the main body, finding solace in defying gravity, I watched in sadness as two rivulets of dragon tears trickled down his eyes.

Lord have mercy on you, Kevin.

Kevin understood my mission. He understood his fate even though he knew he was going to regenerate a new head in a few moments.

ROAR!

Hmm, I looked over only to find the two remaining bastards trying to bite me. It's a no-brainer that they miserably failed to even touch me.

No, no, that's not fair. You two lizard heads are ganging up on my dog ass. Wow, that felt like something straight out of the mouths of the five Kages.

'♪You can watch me watch me but you can't touch me touch me…♪' Now how could I prevent those intrusive lyrics from dominating my chaotic mind?

I thought up the ability that would put King Ghidorah on the list of humility.

And I had just the perfect idea.

[Cell Division]

At a speed that it takes someone to complete a blink, my cells rapidly began to divide, forming a new organism(a new creation that was not so new honestly) from the cells, bones, muscles, and finally the whole physical form.

Right beside me was a perfect clone - another me - that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere due to how fast I *shadow-cloned* myself.

With a loud, heaven-shattering, physics-defying, overwhelming sonic roar that shook the planet, my clone - let me call him Number 2 - announced his existence to the world.

"You thought that was enough, Gaydorah! Two against one is a fair fight, now…" I spoke the titan language that only the gobsmacked titans before me could understand.

"... This is what I call unfair!" Before I could even finish my dialogue, three other 'MEs'(Number 3, 4, and 5) appeared and surrounded King Ghidorah.

We all had that trademark Cheshire grin as if we had been waiting for eons for this perfect moment to bully our poor adversaries.

I could sense the shocked expressions and curses of the Monarch guys miles away after witnessing my out-of-the-blue Madara-esque Triassic Era Unrivaled technique. Wait a minute, that sounded so JJK-like.

"Uh, I forgot another long-lost forgotten hidden Technique from my Jurassic Era! How will you feel about a clone with [Deep Star Plasma Breath]?" I fucked up the stereotype and directly addressed Gaydorah in human language and I swear several humans fainted while some became downright terrified.

It was truly ridiculous that my unexpected mastery of the human language was what brought terror to most compared to my cute physical form.

Without wasting time, and since we were bound by a common [Hive Mind Connection], we attacked with [Deep Star Plasma Breath] at point blank and almost disintegrated the behemoth known as the false king.

As much as I wanted to control my overly powerful attack, Rodan had one of his wings vaporized while Godzilla lost his lizard tail.

Sorry, but I can't always account for collateral damage.

The Queen herself, Mothra, seemed to be the luckiest among the remaining three as she escaped narrowly from reincarnation.

Man, looking at the barely breathing Ghidorah, I couldn't help but feel that I overdid what Hinata's Disintegration did to Rimuru. Well, that thought made me want to go and play catch with Rimuru and maybe clap Shion's cheeks, fight with Milim, then proceed to clap Guy Crimson, resurrect Veldanava, and then kill him, and…

Hold up, hold up… I am really a bad guy and it seems I am not entirely reformed. From a narcissist to a sadistic to gay(since Rimuru and Guy) to a psychopathic merciless man-child (Resurrecting Veldanava and then killing him).

I am messed up as I edge closer and closer to something truly akin to the supposed Outer Gods of Insanity and Chaos.

I looked at Godzilla writhing in pain after losing his tail while he was a minute away from going thermonuclear.

"Just wait for your turn, friend."

Without even looking at my meal, I devoured King Ghidorah's last remaining head in one gulp.

And what can I say?

King Ghidorah tasted damn good. Alien dragon meat immediately became my favorite.

I immediately regretted disintegrating a large percentage of his body.

Well, It's not like there aren't other dragons out there in the whole wide world waiting for me, the Many-eyed eldritch doggy, to serve himself a dragon buffet!

♪Yeah, you got that yummy-yum, that yummy-yum, that yummy-yum…♪

I sang like the bad singer I was as I went towards Godzilla. To save him, of course.

I am a good wolf. Who's a good wolf? It's me!

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I am cringing for writing this chapter.

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