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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 519

[519Tue] Dragon of the Plains

Since returning from Itisel to the Demon Territory, Deoni Vire has been trying to obtain information about Eldmia's travels in various ways..

The basic work, which was designed to raise the faith of believers by highlighting the existence of the warrior to the outside world, was clearly successful, but it had a minor drawback in that it was overflowing with information that raised doubts about its authenticity even though it was obtained through a highly reliable channel..

Rather than spice up the achievements with vulgar language, these were stories that made me think they should be toned down a bit..

Among the countless pieces of information he had gathered, Deoni even remembered that among the stories he heard from the West, there was an incident that gave rise to the strange nickname "Devil of the Plains," and he burst out laughing even as he experienced the great incident of confronting a dragon..

The grassland devil faces the grassland dragon.

Where on earth did she come up with such an application? Eldmia once again cut off the dragon's leg using a method that went beyond her expectations. Even though it was a dragon, it was serious damage..

Because to those noble peaks of magic, recovery magic did not exist..

The reason was extremely simple. How many people would be able to hurt a dragon in the first place? The dragon in front of me was not as overwhelming as I thought, but in the first place, dragons are beings who were born and stay on the earth and have the potential to join the ranks of demigods at any time..

The creation of a significantly inferior subspecies and the creation of monster-like beings with degenerated intelligence may in some ways be a reaction to that possibility, but even taking all of that into account, dragons are strong. If even the lowest-ranking things that run wild trusting only in their own bodies are like that, if they can activate dozens of dragon speech spells at the same time and know how to speak, they wouldn't even be able to scratch their scales with any reasonable means..

Even the so-called ‘low-class’ beings are at that level. Because they were born strong, the dragon people did not feel the need for healing magic and did not create magic for this purpose..

As a result, the minor magic and artificial potions related to healing that mortals use today are only in their infancy, having been created through research into numerous sacred methods and cultic potions..

There's no way that dragon could have learned something like that. It actually was like that too.

As a result, the dragon was unable to recover from its own bleeding and wounds and was only screaming loudly and using magic excessively..

Strictly speaking, even such actions as struggling were threatening. It's a shame that the dragon is only targeting Eldmia. If that kind of magic had been directed at either him or Emmet, neither of them would have had a hard time protecting themselves, let alone receiving support from Eldmia..

Conversely, because Eldmia was getting all the attention, Deoni and Emmet were able to focus strictly on providing cover and support..

"That's amazing. Do I have to do that to be a hero??"

Emmet, who was sweating coldly and trying his best to hinder the dragon's magic, opened his mouth for the first time..

In a storm of magic that makes you sick just by looking at it from a distance, Eldmia continues to attack while surprisingly avoiding the dragon's magic. Thanks to this, Emmet had to seriously consider throughout his life whether the hardest thing for mortals when dealing with dragons was not because they had no ability to avoid the dragons' attacks, but because they often lacked the means to inflict effective damage..

The appearance Eldmia showed was impressive. Even though she interferes from her side and her saint frequently uses her sacred magic of recovery and protection, in the end, it is her individual ability to survive under the pouring fire..

So it was surprising. Although Eldmia's capabilities were clearly outstanding, Emmet's objective judgment was that they were not at a level that could deal with a well-known dragon like this..

Although they are very versatile, they are a human race that does not yet have anything special to reach master level. If he could kill a dragon of Iranorev's level, all the dragons in the world would have dried up in an instant..

It was a clever trick to burn off his flesh, cut off his wings, and even remove one of his legs using the power of the holy sword..

Pain is the eternal enemy of wizards who must always maintain composure. It was natural for mortals to always be on guard, but dragons were different..

-Gi Tran Taret!!

Obviously, the completion of the magic was quick, but the magical power was disorganized and there were many gaps. Emmet dug into the gap and destroyed several of the spells the dragon was casting, turning the area under the dragon's remaining hind legs into mud. Eldmia then dug into the skin of the guy's stomach without missing the moment the guy lost his balance and stumbled after his feet got stuck in the mud..

The dragon's screams grow louder as the holy sword, which has been shaped like a large sword of light, leaves a long gash on the relatively weak creature's stomach. Unfortunately, no internal organs spilled out, but the cut was quite deep and started bleeding quite a bit..

Emmet sighed unconsciously as he watched Eldmia, covered in blood, dodging Iranoreff's move to crush her with his body..

"That's all money."

Even as Deoni, who blocked the magic full of evil energy that was aimed at him as he continued to interfere with the magic, with a holy magic, looked at him with an expression that made him look like he was crazy, Emmet was proud..

"Does that bother you now??!"

"Well, of course. If you give just one of those dragon's hind legs to the beastmen, you won't have to worry about supplies until you reach the next city, right? Or maybe they could take a break from their territory and then set off.."

Not to mention scales, leather, and claws, as well as blood and meat, which have magical meaning and can be used for a long time. Just because Eldmia was fighting closely in front of my eyes, it didn't mean that the dragon's value was lowered..

While Deoni's hand paused for a moment, looking at Emmett who said that and still did not forgive even the slightest deviation in destroying Iranorev's magic, Emmett winked lightly and continued speaking..

"Focus on the battle, but look beyond it. Don’t forget, saint, that those who carry a lot must do so.."

At the same time, a huge fireball, unknown whether he had prepared it before he knew it, flew from the tip of his staff, aiming at the dragon's only eye..

'I think this is good advice for obtaining dragon scale powder, but I'll have to tell you later.' He thought that it would have been a truly impressive sight if he had not said the same thing, and Deoni focused on the holy law again..

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Emmet's fireball suddenly flew in while he was in a daze, accurately blocking Iranorev's vision..

-Hic Duart!!

[dare!]

It was still the cocky Iranorev who was speaking, but the guy's nervousness was clearly felt, perhaps because he had to tap dance right underneath him..

is not it? Maybe it feels that way because the blood splatters everywhere every time the struggle gets worse. Anyway, unlike the guy whose movements continued to become more urgent and the accuracy of his magic decreased, my attacks were getting sharper as time went by, so it was a good thing..

Este, which increased its strength by absorbing the energy of evil spirits that spewed out from time to time, played a part in that, but the biggest cause was the condition of the guy that could be felt through the sword, as his hardness gradually decreased as his wounds increased and he lost his composure..

Does that guy know? Only when one's magic extends to the whole body and supplies magic to the skin and scales can the body demonstrate proper defense.?

He may not even be aware of it because it's an act that happens as naturally as breathing, but in any case, he was noticeably softer now than when I painstakingly cut off his wings and chopped off his legs with the beauty beam..

"Slowly hit your neck."

I was curious as to how something like that was possible, but there is no way to resolve that question right now. So for now, all I can do is ignorantly criticize the guy's weaknesses, which I discovered with great difficulty..

[Is it possible?]

"I do it because it’s worth doing. get ready!"

As soon as I was able to give Este a word, while my vision was blocked, the giant tail of the thing that had swung to keep me in check dug into the floor and approached me..

Meeting him right in front of me was so powerful that I wanted a dump truck to go away, but for me, who had already completed prior learning through the Great Devil's special service in the basement of the academy, the swing of his tail was nothing more than an opportunity for a counterattack..

The sword is slowly starting to sink in, so it is the right time. Except for the fact that it would hurt so bad, like my hands and feet would all break....

-Kwaang!

"fuck!"

Before I had time to finish my thoughts, I changed Este back into its normal sword form and stabbed it towards the flying tail, and as soon as I stabbed it, a huge recoil struck my body with the force of breaking all my joints. It was literally so painful that all my organs and muscles were twisted and I was vomiting, but I was able to endure it more than I thought, thanks to the worst pain I had just experienced, burning pain all over my body..

[master! Is this really how you do it??!]

Este screamed in disbelief, but there was no time to reply. It moved at a speed so fast that it couldn't be compared to the academy's dragon, so it was difficult just to aim for the right moment and get back on it..

But somehow the angle came out. As soon as the fire that hit my face died down, I aimed the esthetician at Iranoreff, who was looking at me with his reptilian eyes wide open again, and shouted, being careful not to let the recovery bead that was in his mouth like eye candy fall out..

"Este!"

This time, I was able to clearly read the emotions in the guy's only eye as he looked at the tip of the sword..

fear.

-Eigam Dei Thi Cew Ten Nednah Nenied, Nech Eirre Thcin Chim Nnak!

Recognizing that, me rushing towards it using its tail as support, and a thousand defensive shields unfolding around its head all happened almost simultaneously..

Este's translation was not needed this time either. The magic circle and magic spell spread out in the air were telling me what the words he shouted to activate the magic meant..

A shield that overlaps only against anti-magic, enough to be recognizable even with my limited knowledge..

I smiled in satisfaction as I looked at his actions, which anyone could see as a struggle to keep in check the skill that had blown off one of his legs..

"Don’t shoot, you bastard.."

And it flew right past the countless defense shields in front of me and into the guy's face..