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The fire that seemed like it would never go out was extinguished.
The moment the dragon flapped its wings amidst the flames, the black flames were swept away by the wind. What emerges from the scattering flames is an ancient polyp. A being so gigantic that even Skebal, who had grown to his size with countless corpses, had to raise his head to look up.
That being is on a different level from the current dragon.
It is rude to compare it to the dragons of today, who have lost their pride and are raised with their wings and horns broken. In front of that being, other dragon races would not even be allowed to call the dragon’s name.
Golden dragon eyes.
A huge figure that seems to reach the ceiling of a huge underground space.
Rough black scales that repel demons.
Seeing the black dragon that emerged from the flames, Skebal and Acrita thought of different beings.
Skebal is the black storm and the black dragon Belial.
Acrita recalled the first wing of the goddess who ruled the sky in the beginning and burned the continent while singing about the goddess’s wrath.
“···huh.”
Akrita let out a laugh.
Why is Jormun called the ‘Elder Dragon’ wizard? It was because of that ancient dragon. The first wing of the goddess. Akrita, recalling the past, took a step back.
And, that is the moment.
The black dragon struck the ground with its huge claws.
As the ground shook, the black dragon slowly lowered its head. Firmly fixing its body with its claws and protecting the punitive force with its outstretched wings… the black dragon opened its mouth.
Hwareuk.
Flames spread across the open mouth.
The swirling flames gathered into one point, and the ground that had been soaked in black water dried up in an instant. Cracked land. Intense heat. A noise that pierces my ears.
···Coming, the wrath of the goddess.
Skebal moved his arm and cast a spell.
Akrita kicked the ground and took a step back for the first time. No one here knew what would unfold from now on. This is a scene depicted in many fairy tales and heroic stories.
It is not any magic, miracle, or sacred art.
It is simply a torrent of pure power seen from a living being that has reached the peak. The anger of the goddess who burned the heavens and earth in the beginning is recreated here.
Kiiiiiiiing!
The heat and storm compressed into one point made a tearing sound. Immediately after, a strong flash of light struck the underground space. What comes rushing in with a flash of light… is the black dragon’s breath, which far surpasses the highest level spell in the flame world.
【Sing, child.】
With the goddess’s whisper, the black dragon spit out flames.
The compressed flame was released. The compressed storm swirled around in flames. A radiating torrent of fire swept through the underground space.
The black flames created by Skebal, the black water flowing through the ground, and the traps created by the madman have no meaning in the face of pure heat.
Heat, flashes, and storms filled the underground space.
In the surging heat, Skeval saw the protective shield he had spread melting. Didn’t the black dragon Belial, who burned the black waves caused by the Demon King in ancient times, spew out such flames?
Pure heat, a flame that is pure and therefore has the meaning of purification. Skebal’s eyes narrowed at the breath that reminded him of Belial’s heyday.
“This is not good.”
The madman standing inside the protective shield created by Skebal burst out laughing. He lowered his posture and spoke briefly.
“I’ll leave it to you. Skebal.”
···Leave it to me? what? That ancient dragon?
Before he could think of anything, the ground shook. Boom, boom. The earth and sky shake. My vision was shaken as I could see nothing but dark red flames.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Immediately after, something struck Skebal’s protective shield.
A protective shield with cracks like windowpanes. Dark red flames filled the field of vision. What Skebal saw between them was the hand of a huge dragon. The dragon’s claws dug into the shield, and flames rushed through the cracks in the torn shield.
Skebal faced him through the protective shield.
A black dragon wrapped in flames. The dragon’s eyes sparkle with gold. God’s wrath. Immediately afterwards, the protective shield shattered with a crunching sound. Through the protective shield scattered with debris, the dragon’s grip covered Skebal’s vision.
Kwasik.
The black dragon flapped its wings while clutching Skebal’s skull. The black dragon’s body rose in the air along with the raging storm. Skebal, which had been immersed in darkness below my spine, was pulled out of the darkness with a crunching sound, like a huge tree being uprooted by a storm.
Of course, just because it’s a sukebal doesn’t mean it stays still.
Dozens of spells completed in an instant struck the black dragon’s body. The black scales that reject demons channel and repel most spells, but they cannot easily neutralize even spells created by beings equivalent to gods.
Patter, patter.
A long black spear, sharp lightning, and countless spells pierced the black dragon’s body. Even though blood dripped from the piercing wound, the black dragon’s movements did not slow down at all. As if he doesn’t feel pain.
The black dragon flapped its wings and rose into the sky along with the storm. The black dragon opened its mouth while clutching the skebal that had been pulled out by the roots.
At that moment, Skebal made eye contact with the black dragon and discovered a strange spell covering the black dragon’s entire body. What rises from the dragon’s body is starlight. Skeval’s eyes shook for a moment as he read the flow of spells imbued with starlight.
This is a spell that not even Skebal knows about.
It is a mad spell that causes no pain, augments the body beyond its limits, and brings corresponding strengthening and acceleration instead of rapidly consuming life. There is no way to know from Skebal, but the name given to this spell was simple.
Overcome.
Resty’s unique spell.
The spell was devouring the nearly eternal life force of the black dragon, strengthening everything about the black dragon.
···Belnoir gave his all.
From the moment he turned into a black dragon, there was no going back for him. That’s why Belnoa had asked Resti for it earlier. If he wants to change himself, he asks to cast that spell on himself without hesitation.
He sacrificed his future for one moment.
The power Belnoa gained by sacrificing everything he could reach even God. Compressed flames billowed from the black dragon’s wide-open maw. Before Skebal could respond, a thin sword struck Skebal.
Flames shot out compressed rather than radially.
Skebal’s body fell to the ground along with a single line of lightning fired diagonally. Immediately afterwards, the ground shook with a loud noise. The compressed fire exploded and created a huge pit. I saw Skebal in the pit.
A black dragon flapping its wings in the sky.
The anger of the goddess glaring at her as she bleeds.
It looks like madness. It’s nothing short of creepy.
Skebal stretched out his arms, extinguishing the dragon’s breath that was clinging to his body. As the burned tentacle fell, dozens of spells emerged centered around Skebal. As soon as the spell was fired, the black dragon folded its wings and descended towards Skebal.
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The spell and the storm collided.
The earth and sky shook and loud noises rang out one after another.
Belnoa left the battlefield, dragging Skebal.
In the distance, the earth and sky were shaking, and flames and storms were connecting heaven and earth. In the battle to subdue the madmen, Belnoa was alone in handling the biggest obstacle.
“I should have expected it, but…”
Ayla looked in front of her at the sound of the voice she heard.
Acrita was walking out there, sighing. He patted the soot off her clothes.
“I never imagined it would be that bad. I got to see once again how beautiful someone who receives the goddess’s favor can become.”
The madman clapped his hands with his spear at his side.
“Beautiful things are beautiful things.”
The madman clicked and took a step forward.
“I guess I have to do my job.”
For a moment, the spear was swung, scattering afterimages, Kaaaaaaang! It made a sound and was blocked by starlight. It was the starlight that bloomed around Ayla and Resty. The madman smiled through the curtain of starlight.
“Is this the weapon that can be used against me? Indeed, the secretary has finally beaten me to the punch. This is definitely a method I had not thought of.”
I said, “Kkeeeeeeeek.”
The blade of the madman’s spear scratched the starlight.
“but.”
Akrita put her eyes in front of the shield. Through the shield, she made eye contact with Ayla, just within touching distance of her nose.
“No matter how sharp the weapon is… it will be useless if the person using it looks like this.”
As he grinned and laughed, the blade of the madman’s spear flashed. The moment the protective shield was shattered and the madman’s spear blade was about to aim at Ayla… the familiars soared up and blocked Acrita’s spear blade.
Before I knew it, the surroundings were full of familiars summoned by Resty. I had not been able to summon them until now because they were familiars that would be wiped out in one hit by Skebal’s spell, but now that Skebal had left, there was no need to save them.
Total recall.
Waves of familiars shook, the ground shook, and crustaceans appeared.
Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
A soaring crustacean shook the ground, swallowing Acrita and digging into the ground. Boom, coo googung. This is the moment when the crustacean that shook the ground several times rose above the ground. With a loud strike, the crustacean’s mouth was torn apart.
Patter.
The madman who tore the crustacean apart from the inside spun the spear around. The madman let out a short breath as he looked at the familiars bobbing like waves. Before he could swallow his exhaled breath again, he jumped into the waves.
Clap, clap, patter.
Acrita faced the waves of familiars alone. The spear blade flashes and a spell sweeps the area. It’s like watching Raniel Vantrias fight, but unlike her, Arcrita is a superhuman who uses her cold weapons.
Prediction, future vision, computational assistance, and acceleration of thinking.
Looking into the future a few seconds later, with the help of calculations, spells are used at the right time. In some ways, he is a more difficult opponent than Raniel. The star-lit summons were swept away in a heap every time Acrita’s spear blade flashed.
···But, it’s okay.
Resty cast a spell and glanced behind him. In any case, the summons were a means of buying time and shaking off the madman. The important thing is…
“······.”
Chloe’s existence.
Resty glanced at Chloe, who had barely overcome the crisis thanks to Natida’s healing. Chloe was watching the fight between the black dragon and Skebal in the distance. Her tightly bitten lips were trembling.
Torrent, Chloe.
I needed her help. In order to achieve the original plan, Chloe’s ‘torrent’ was absolutely necessary.
‘But, the situation right now…’
Chloe’s wounds had not healed at all, although she had barely overcome the crisis. Moreover, she was now in a mentally dangerous situation. Resty gritted his teeth. Ayla also pursed her lips and looked behind her.
“Chloe…”
What should I say?
What should I say to get her to stand up and fight again? What would Raniel say? This is the moment to choose what to say.
Flashing.
Ayla and Resty turned their heads at the bursting light. Acrita, standing right on top of the crustacean corpse, tore through the waves of familiars and threw a spell towards this place.
The highest order, Judgment.
The highest order, Ignis.
Black lightning tangled in the pillar of light where the blue lightning was compressed. Clutching it in her hand, Arcrita swung her arm. Throwing a javelin. Ayla opened her eyes wide and scattered star flowers all around her. The star flower blooms thanks to her spells, but there is one thing she overlooked.
Space Gate.
It is true that Akrita is a master of spatial spells. The space gate that appeared in front of the thrown lightning spear swallowed the spear. The thing connected to that space door was none other than Chloe’s back.
“···!”
Ayla turned her head and stretched out her arms as she felt the thick mana. She flew towards Chloe with star flowers fluttering about, but by then it was already too late.
Wow.
A spear blade protruded from the open space.
The compressed spear of lightning reached Chloe and Natida before the star petals. This is the moment when the spear of lightning is about to engulf the two people with the sound of “Kwa-Rung”.
Floating, saying.
The spear of lightning shook.
The highest order shook for a moment and stopped in midair. The shaking spells gathered into one point like waves. It’s a strange phenomenon. It was a strange phenomenon, but Ayla and Resti knew what it was.
Concentration.
This is the starlight that Galahal possesses, and that that Chloe possesses.
Chloe squeezed the mana that had gathered into one point with her bare hands. Grabbing her mana, she slowly raised her body. The rest of her complexion was pale from losing so much blood, but her eyes did not dim at all.
She exchanged the mass of mana she was holding for her own and took a step forward.
Ayla glanced into her eyes and realized.
There was no need for support from the beginning. The hero in front of him was not weak enough to make Belnoa’s sacrifice and determination in vain. A warrior’s answer to sacrifice is victory.
The warrior, longing for victory, extended his staff forward.
A fleeting glance exchange. Ayla and Resty nodded. The plan went awry, but what had to be done didn’t change. Standing side by side, they recalled the past. Memories of the past, when Aplia Academy was covered in darkness.
There was a blade there to kill the madman.
The madman stepped forward, sweeping away his familiars. He thought as he walked. Indeed, the queen’s secretary was competent.
Rugran Clen Cartedia.
Undaunted by his own obstacles, he completed the blade at the end of his life. A blade to stab yourself with. It was indeed a threat to Acrita as well.
‘Complete annihilation.’
The starlight radiated by Stella and Watcher, who had fully bloomed, was definitely threatening. If you allow a proper blow, your soul and body will crumble to pieces. Because that was a blade made only to stab myself.
But, the madman exhaled.
No matter how sharp a sword it is, if the person holding it is of the third rank, it is nothing more than a sword that is only slightly sharp. And I had no intention of being cut off by a third-rate person. Akrita lowered the lightning-filled spear blade.
“···Phew.”
Akrita let out a short breath and laughed.
Your own body, not something borrowed or stolen. My true self that survived the war in ancient times. A body that has traveled across continents and honed numerous skills.
Killing the general who wielded the power of God.
A body that has achieved great feats on numerous battlefields.
I tried everything that the human body can do. He trained his body, held his spear, and drilled skills into his body. The moment you hold the spear and swing it, numerous futures unfold before your eyes.
Therefore, at this moment when I was moving my body, I was not just a madman lurking behind a curtain.
It is a blessing from heaven.
That was the variable they did not expect, the weapon they had to show on this battlefield. Cheonhye, Akrita looked in front of her. There, three blessed people were shining starlight.
The blade that will kill you is there.
Akrita drew her spear low and took a deep breath. She preened and took a stance. Knees bent low. A spear blade that seems to touch the ground. Immediately afterwards, Akrita sprinted forward, bending her knees and lowering her stance.
What is being shown is a technique that Cheonhye has honed.
It is a technique that killed the race’s general and blocked the path of Gletus of Discipline.
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