141. Gold Dragon
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It was the moment after the roar was heard that the breath flew. Death Knight had no choice. He threw himself sideways. A lash of flame skimmed the earth on which he had just kneeled. For a moment, the thought that it was fortunate that this area was bedrock passed through his mind. If it were a forest rather than bedrock, this place would be full of only red, not green.
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The idea didn’t last long. As he landed on his side, the whips of flame began to curve gently toward him.
‘Damn it.’
Zer Pied sat down and prepared to roll over, quickly scanning all sides of him. He still wasn’t good. The surroundings were occupied in all directions by stones that grew long like trees. It was a space reminiscent of the basement of the Eastern Continent’s Mage Tower.
But the difference was that this place was narrower than there, and the stone pillars were more densely located.
I can’t let go of the saintess in a place like this. No matter where she is placed, it is a space that comes within range of her breath. Then there was only one way left.
‘Direct blocking.’
It was his own idea, but he had to have his doubts. Now he was holding a saintess in his left hand, so he couldn’t lift his shield. The only means to stop was the Partizan in the right hand.
There is no time to put the Partisans in the shadows and raise kite shields. By the time you lifted the shield, the breath should already be flowing through the armor.
That was the problem. The breath itself wasn’t much of a problem. Because only the armor will be able to defend. However, the saintess he was holding was not like that.
Even if he himself does not suffer any damage, it is impossible for her saint’s delicate skin to maintain her shape in the blazing flames. If I could take out her shield, I would be able to protect the saintess as well, but that’s not the case now.
Zer Pied turned his gaze to the side of him. The color of the place where the breath passed was dark. The usual color of the rock was nowhere to be found. It seemed that the flames had flicked its red tongue and had sucked up all the color. And the flames were coming to eat them as if they were still hungry.
-Chii Ik…….
“Huh!”
When the sound of moaning from the heat of the stone came from close range, the saintess trembled in the arms of the Death Knight, and she felt more strength in her hand holding him. He slightly lowered her gaze and looked at the saintess.
Celia was almost burying her face in herself. Her eyes were tightly closed. The Death Knight gave power to her left hand as she embraced her saint. It was almost unconscious. At the same time, strength began to enter the right hand holding the Partizan. Zer Pied opened his mouth.
“Esilia.”
“Yes, yes…… ?”
As Zer Pied’s low voice crashed into his ears, Esilia barely opened her quivering eyes and raised her gaze towards Zer Pied’s face.
Death Knight’s bloody eyes were watching her. There was not even a slight movement in the bloody eyes. Naturally, the saintess’ eyes also stopped trembling.
“Believe me.”
“Yes…… ?”
“Trust me.”
The saintess’ eyes flickered. It was a simple statement. However, she couldn’t find her trembling in her saintess who heard that simple word.
Cilia nodded her head.
The moment the saintess nodded her head, the Death Knight rushed towards the attacking flames.
For a moment, it seemed that the breath had stopped. That’s how sharp the blade of the Partizan was when they rushed and threw it out. The Death Knight stabbed Partizan towards her breath and began to rotate the blade of her spear as soon as the tip of the blade reached the edge of the breath.
A small whirlwind let out a roar as the Partisan’s sharp turns. The tip of the flame of the breath was slowly being torn apart by the sharp whirlwind from Partisan Day. Death Knight did not stop there. As he moved forward, he began tearing apart the lashes of flame that stood in his way.
-Parts Tsutsutsu – !
Perhaps it was determined that it could not stand it in the end, and the whip of flames quickly disappeared into the cave.
In place of the invisible breath, something shimmered in the darkness of the cave. Zer Pied, who slightly opened his eyes to take a closer look, frowned.
‘Magic circle.’
-Keyiing…… !
-Toukwaa – !
Golden flashes flooded from the irregularly arranged magic circles that seemed to blind them for a moment. It seemed to be some kind of Missile StormMissile Storm, But it was on a different level from the wizards I had encountered in the Eastern Continent.
-Kigigigigging – !
The air was heating up and the screaming sound came vividly to the saintess’s ears. As the Magic Missile collided with the Partisan of the Death Knight, the blasting sound resonated as if to shake the whole area. I could feel the air heating up with each bump. Every time that happened, the saintess had to close her eyes and hug the Death Knight even more tightly.
A battle of heat and sound.
The area after the battle was devastating. Smoke billowed from scorched marks and rough holes in the stone. No matter how you look at it, it was a sign of melting. The saintess turned her head and saw the Death Knight holding her.
The Death Knight was aiming at Partizan and glaring in front of her. There was no movement in his pupils. The saintess listened to the sounds around her. Her surroundings were also quiet. She could only hear the sound of melted soot. It seemed that all the dragon species in the vicinity were hiding in the fierce battle just now.
“Kwaalarararara – !”
Amidst the stillness, a roar emerged. But Ecilia couldn’t see it properly. Not because it’s too dark. Because she is so bright Suddenly the darkness of the cave disappeared. The only thing that was there was brilliance. Ecilia closed her eyes tightly.
It was like lightning. No kidding, it was that fast.
When she opened her eyes, her cave was back in darkness. After looking at the Death Knight, she knew where the brilliance had gone.
Because Death Knight was looking up at the sky. She thought Esilia really thought she was struck by lightning. She barely blinked before she knew the dragon was right in front of them.
To be precise, she stood still. With the claws on her front paws holding off the Death Knight’s Partisans. She exuded a brilliant golden radiance, but as soon as she faced her, her saintly vision began to adjust to some extent. Thanks to this, she was able to see the dragon’s form for the first time.
A pair of gigantic wings, shiny golden scales. A pair of horns that stretched out swayingly. The long, straight tail is flexible and covered with smooth scales, but you can feel the strong muscles on the legs that move vigorously.
Gold DragonGold Dragon.
The saintess opened her eyes wide with her mouth wide open. On the other hand, the appearance of the dragon was not very good. Her gold eyes were hardened, and her feet against the Partisan’s blade were trembling.
“…… !”
In the end, between Partizan and her claws, which were maintaining Phalaenopsis (互接), it was her claws that fell off first. With a lightness that is far from gigantic, the gold dragon flapped its wings and flew slightly higher, swinging its flexible and long tail toward the Death Knight.
-Peeing – !
The sound of a whip cutting through the air is terrifying. However, the figure of the one wearing the armor, which should have been shattered, was nowhere to be seen. All the dragon shattered was air. For a moment, the dragon, who was looking around in bewilderment, realized the strange sense of incongruity felt in his tail. But by the time the dragon realized it, it was already too late.
Death Knight grabbed the tail and climbed over the dragon’s body.
Should I breathe? No. The enemy is on top of his body. It is madness to breathe breath at one’s own body. Then the magic……. I realized that this, too, was crazy in the same way as Breath. Yes, it’s a flight Perform acrobatics and drop that bug-like thing. The dragon quickly tried to soar high into the sky. It was just a wish. The dragon couldn’t fly. Partizan’s blade had pierced the dragon’s scales.
I can no longer drop it. It’s a short time, but as a result of competing, it is clear that the author’s power is beyond imagination, so he will hold on and endure. That was my last thought. The Partisan Day was creeping in little by little.
The dragon roared at the pain and at the unbelievable fact that his skin, which had never been pierced by a cold weapon, had been damaged.
It was a roar close to screaming.
The Death Knight’s slash attacked the helpless dragon who realized he couldn’t do anything.
-Kooung – !
As the dragon’s size fell from the sky, the whole area made a loud noise. The Death Knight, who landed softly next to her, held her saintess even tighter and aimed her Partisan at the dragon.
At the same time, Death Knight had to panic. The battle was over, and the enemy’s face, which he could now see properly, was embarrassingly familiar. The familiar name flowed from his lips.
“…… Lyrpara?”
“…… That’s my grandmother’s name.”
What came out of the clear voice was the dragon’s gasping, exhausted breath.
It was a cold female voice.