2.54 Million Dragon’s Children (1)
“Dallen! “You must be a warrior with honor, coming to my aid at a critical moment!”
An answer that resonates throughout the square. Dallen slightly tilted his eyebrows.
The answer that had just been given was not from the mouth of Knight Commander Edgar, but from an unexpected source.
When I turned my head, I saw an ancient giant statue holding a true dragon and shouting as it struggled with its strength.
“…Pharaoh’s head?”
“Indeed, he is a man worthy of succeeding to the great heights of our Sand Wind Dynasty. “It’s not a verbal skill that an unqualified person can use!”
Quagwagwang!
While I was distracted, a fireball fell from the sky and struck the face of the giant statue.
Dallen laughed as he looked at the statue leaning over with its head smashed.
“If I were alone there, I wouldn’t have bothered to come back the way I went. “Why are you saving a corpse that was already buried 3,000 years ago?”
“Hehe! A true pharaoh has a warm heart and knows how to speak sharp words! I admit it. “You may not be related by blood, but you are the heir to our dynasty!”
The Pharaoh’s voice comes from behind. When I turned around, I saw a brass beetle creaking and crawling among the rubble.
Dallen looked at the scarab with a pharaoh mask on its shell, then turned his gaze slightly to the south of the square.
White flames and thick smoke covered the entire square. Seven figures quickly approach from beyond.
Of course, Dallen was not the only one who came to save Edgar.
Because of the situation, I almost flew halfway, so I only arrived one step faster than the others.
[Elle]
The first thing I heard was the sound of the two wizards’ voices echoing distantly in the square.
[Memento.]
[Tulia.]
[Meralia.]
[Kasibolg.]
[Akulor.]
The magnificent voices of youth and old age intersect.
With each short phrase of the chant, golden light slowly fills the floor of the square burning with white flame.
Geeeeee….
Both the scale and density of the accumulating magic power were almost at the same level as the Tsarina’s spell resonance that signaled the beginning of the Northern Battle.
The total amount of magical power that can block the dark clouds of the evil god Shun is accumulating, laying the foundation for a large-scale magic ceremony at the bottom of the square.
[It’s a wizard!]
[―――!]
[――! ―――!]
The dragon army did not just sit by and watch.
Dozens of spells were formed for each word, filling the sky as the evening sun set with the brilliance of the spells.
Under the Pharaoh’s command, brass scarabs and colossus statues attempted to receive the spell, but the ruins guardian’s forces were also severely damaged by the long fight.
Kwagwagwagwa…!!
The moment when a group of scarabs flying high in the sky were crushed and a spell of five-colored light poured down like a heavy rain.
[―Elegus.]
Priest Valentino’s voice simultaneously recited the last word of the chant.
Woe!
The thick cloud of dust and smoke clears away.
「Area opening: The hand of the earth that rewinds the mainspring」
「Paryunkaijutsu」
「Area opening: The hand of the earth that rewinds the mainspring」
「Clock separation (Time 離隔): Reversal」
Golden concentric circles that repeatedly covered the square. The rings suddenly stand up at various angles, forming a golden curtain.
「Real Resonance」
「Seven Seven Twin Wheel Hierarchy」
Tsuzuzuzuzuzu…!!
A golden curtain rotates and spreads around the square.
As soon as it reaches the border of the shimmering golden waves, the pouring rain of spells begins to rewind like a video being played backwards.
Pretzel Gwang! Kkkkwang!
A feast of thousands of spells, each rewinding at different speeds and colliding with each other to explode.
Countless rock spears were launched amid the magical fireworks blooming in the sky.
Let’s do it!
[Kaaaa!]
[Kyahak! wing! Wings!]
[Step back! Regroup!]
The sub-dragons with their wings torn off plummet to the bottom of Ususu Tree.
Giant lizards that are hit like meteors in the city around the square and are torn apart by waiting rock golems or are killed by additional hits from rock spears while falling.
[This is a battle between attack and defense unfolded by a 6th rank magician. Time and Earth series!]
[The Earth Dragons defend themselves in front! The rest shatter the curtain with their breath!]
Unfortunately, none of the true dragons were mortally wounded, but they also stopped pouring out spells and retreated to reorganize their battle lines.
A confrontational system that causes dozens of true dragons and an army of subdragons ten times that number to retreat, even if only momentarily.
Hundreds of dragons began to gather magical power in their snouts in order to destroy the confrontation system, which could return any spell.
And before dozens of breaths hit the golden curtain.
「Domain opening: White secret sword that pierces the heart of evil」
A ray of light flew across the sky.
***
──────Sigh.
[Knock…!]
The dragon’s massive body, which was gathering its breath, stumbles. The dragon coughed up blood and barely managed to maintain its balance.
A throbbing pain. Magic and mystery escaping as if there was a hole somewhere.
[…When!]
I looked down and saw a small hole in my chest. It was literally a small hole.
However, the white flames flowing from inside the hole are enough heat to burn even the heart of a true dragon.
Grrrrrr!
[Kyaaaaa—!]
The white flame of Danma begins to overflow beyond the hole in the chest and from the snout, nose, and eyes.
Leaving behind the falling Jinryong with its internal organs burning, the Paladin holding a holy sword covered in white flame flew towards the next target.
[Holy Knight…!]
The flapping of the true dragon’s wings created a defensive spell. It didn’t matter.
Corrupted dragons are no different from demons.
And the power of the domain that Lucia unleashed was an incomprehensible power that pierced through any defense, limited to evil.
─────Damn!
The holy sword leaves the paladin’s hand and moves alone, tearing off the wings.
The dragon that twisted its body barely escaped a fatal blow, but it could not avoid its wings burning with white flame.
Sensing a crisis, the dragon repeatedly cast spells, but it was useless.
Even if they were a 5th-tier dragon race that transcended humanity as mysterious beings from birth, it was absurd to suppress this stark compatibility with equal power alone.
────Damn!
[Kaaaaaaah!]
The holy sword is stuck, ignoring the defense techniques that have been overlapped dozens of times.
Reredonatel applied white flame to the dragon’s heart, then escaped in an instant and returned to its owner’s hand.
[Demon Slayer! It is the sword of the God of War!]
[Take care of the Paladin first!]
The dragon that was about to blow its breath on Felver’s curtain changed its stance.
The magic power gathered was turned into a spell, and thousands of attack techniques were focused on Lucia, who was flying in the sky.
It was judged to be more appropriate to eliminate the Paladin’s sword, which is attacking the allies’ lines, rather than the confrontational system, which has strong defense but inferior attack ability.
It wasn’t a wrong decision. Even Lucia’s realm, which was extremely resistant to evil, was far from omnipotent.
Due to the nature of being able to target only one target at a time, it is not easy to deal with multiple targets at the same time.
But she was not alone in dealing with the dragon army in the sky.
[―――Kaaaaagh!]
Kwakwagwang!
The dragon, which was gathering its breath towards the Paladin, crashed down with a huge explosion exploding from its snout.
A black-and-white patterned bird flew in from somewhere and collided head-on with the dragon’s breath that was gathering in its snout.
Even after the bird was struck by the spell and shattered, its sharp black and white feathers did not lose their spirit and mingled with the magic of its breath.
The storm of sharp white feathers mixed with the enormous magical power of the dragon’s breath had the power to tear off the dragon’s snout and windpipe and cut off its neck in half.
「Territory opening: Silent flapping of wings in the slums」
Food deuddeuk!
Soon, a flock of feathers began to rise from across the street.
Flying from the southern city area was a flock of thousands of birds made up of only feathers and no skin, like the birds that had just dropped the real dragon.
Unlike when using a witch’s power normally, it was a flock of two-colored birds with black and white feathers mixed together.
The power of the realm, which appeared as an effect of mixing white and black feathers beyond the monitor, bared its teeth at the dragon army.
「Black, White and White Sword」
Jijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijiji!
The flock of birds, which had closed the gap of several kilometers in an instant, as if deviating from conventional wisdom about distance and speed, began to mix with the dragon army.
Scratch the scales and skin and tear the membrane wings. The spell just before completion hits the body and explodes together.
It looked chaotic at first glance, but in reality it was not.
Precise aerobatics to protect Lucia as she weaves through the dragon army and block the spells aimed at her at the right time.
Each attack was not fatal to Jinryong, but it was also impossible to completely ignore it.
The black feathers were barely enough to tear off the scales of a sub-dragon, but the white feathers were even able to cut through the skin of a true dragon.
[Wow! Things like flying flies…!]
[Change the formation! Spread wide!]
[Trace the subject of the spell! Just bombard the entire city!]
The lines of the dragon army quickly became chaos.
Meanwhile, a dark figure was emerging from the ground, destroying the square.
Deddudedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd…!
「Domain Open: The royal family’s giant army that unleashes resentment」
Panseok flies in all directions. A cloud of dust rises as if it had been hit by artillery fire.
The huge steel golem rising through the thick dust was at least fifty meters tall.
Even just counting the two legs, the height and width are comparable to that of a decent high-rise building.
Even in the city center, the force of the giant soldiers positioned from the waist down was like a huge tower rising in the middle of the square.
“Giant soldier. “Give evil its due.”
Geek geek! Clap! Clap!
At the words spoken softly by the one-eyed dwarf, the giant soldier stretched out his arms heavily engraved with runes to the sky.
Ten fingers open to reveal a muzzle comparable to a mortar, and hundreds of gun barrels strung all over its body simultaneously point to the sky.
“Please return the fruits of a thousand years of resentment to the royal family who massacred the dwarves and the five evil spirits that lurked behind them.”
Dallen quietly looked at the dwarf, who had his hands on his waist and was looking up at the sky with his single, burning eye.
The acrid smell of gunpowder wafted around Bjorn, and black concentric circles were spreading beneath his feet.
‘The last descendant of the wandering Kaladrakum dynasty and a one-eyed master craftsman who stole the technology of the Empire and the Tsardom. Bjorn Kaladrakum.’
The story the Tsarina told him a long time ago in front of the Frost Throne flashes through his mind.
Felber had told me that the Kaladrakum Dynasty was an old royal family that ruled over the southern third of the continent but fell with the founding of the human empire.
Later, I learned separately that the Kaladrakum family had been wandering for the past thousand years, grinding their teeth for revenge.
“Our resentment will explode hotter than boiling oil and more powerful than any gunpowder.”
Of course, as time passed and by Bjorn’s generation, revenge for the old dynasty was a half-forgotten task.
However, after the Battle of the North, the death of his granddaughter Tsarina once again ignited resentment in the heart of the last king.
The dynasty’s grudge against Enaxagus, who was lurking beyond the empire, and the five evil gods, including him.
The result of the resentment that had coalesced over the past thousand years burst into flames from hundreds of artillery batteries.
“All batteries firing.”
Quagwagwang! Kkwagwagwang—!
Explosions decorate the sky.
A grudge shell that produces more explosive power than gunpowder even without gunpowder.
As countless explosions heated up the air above the city, rock spears and feathers also continued to flutter among the dragons.
[Blue-scaled true dragon! Why are you attacking us!]
[It’s Cheongrin! He is a child of Cheongrin!]
[I didn’t know that he was tearing out his mother’s heart…Kaaaa!]
In addition, Akasha, the Cheongrin dragon, bites the hearts and necks of dragons along with the white flame’s holy light.
Edgar, who was sitting in the middle of the square and receiving treatment from Farn, looked up blankly at the scene and then turned his head to Dallen.
Dallen also turned his head and looked at Edgar. And the moment the knight commander opened his mouth, he followed suit.
“Why…”
“If you’re going to talk about why you came to save me or why you came back, just know one thing.”
“……?”
“If you ask a useless question during your recovery time, I’ll give your thrush a sharp slap for every word you say.”
Dallen grinned. Sharp fangs flashed between his lips.
“If I have the energy left, it would be okay to talk about a hundred words. When else but today will I have the opportunity to beat up the leader of the Holy Knights?”
“…….”
Edgar quietly held out his injured right arm to Farn.
The paladin, a former mercenary, often wrapped bandages with one arm.
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