Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 520
[520Tue] Dragon of the Plains
Iranorev's eyes were filled with astonishment rather than fear, but it was already too late..
At least if there had been a simple physical barrier, it would have bounced off. If that were the case, I would have had to wait for that tail attack to continue or try another method, so I would have had to run again..
It was now a useless assumption. Because the Cucking Raceist Dragon, Iranorev, will be left behind like this..
[This is real!]
Este was shocked and openly excited as if she couldn't believe it, but it was a natural result..
I don't know how long he's been alive, but he's been living in perfect condition since the time the beast people settled down on this land, but in just a few tens of minutes, he's become double-winged, double-legged, and double-eyed..
In fact, the beam attack that came from the same action as the one that just hit my face was not only extremely painful, but was also the biggest factor in causing me to lose a leg. If you don't get scared, you've lost your cowardice and you'll just be a stoner..
However, the ancient ancestors said to use evasion after properly observing the pattern. If you dodge without looking at the pattern and you run out of stamina, it's a national rule to cross the Jordan River..
As he watched me gradually getting closer, Iranorev seemed unable to accept the situation for a moment..
But I quickly understood what it meant that I had passed through the shield without firing the beauty beam..
Breath, which has not yet formed properly, flutters in its hastily opened mouth to shoot at me..
You could say it was the result of my best effort, but it was already a late decision. The red-hot breath that came out of Iranorev's mouth was after I passed by him and landed on his back..
At the same time, even though no signal was given, Este unleashed the sacred power she had built up and unleashed her sword spirit..
The sight of the sword body split into pieces and spreading out with a bluish light that reminded me of Epaga's eyes had the power to make my heart feel majestic even though it was only a moment..
It's weaker than when I shot the beauty beam, but this was enough for now..
Just add a magic grinder to crack its scales and hide, and it will turn into a blender instead of a chainsaw. No matter how much it is a dragon, it won't have the talent to stop this in its weakened state..
Is that why?.
Instead of reacting after my attack reached Iranorev, he tried to block it before it reached me..
-Do-it-yourself!
By the time I noticed blood gushing from the cut side of the severed wing, dozens of spears made of blood had already pierced me..
[master?!]
When I got hit, it would be more accurate to say that the attack was like a tree branch with all its leaves in the middle of winter rather than a spear. The attack even surged from the severed leg and flew towards me..
However, it was not aimed at a vital point, nor was the attack powerful enough to cause instant death..
There was a stronger feeling that the goal was to completely block movement. That doesn't mean it didn't hurt, but the reaction was well within the expected range, so unlike the esthetician who was shocked, I was able to smile this time too..
"Since ancient times, it has been said that if you get hit by the same thing twice, you are an asshole.."
When you bite down hard on the recovery bead placed on your molar, divine power spreads along with a 'cracking' sound. Wounds are healed, and blood thorns that should not be in my body are destroyed and scattered..
Although that power could not eliminate the remnants of the evil spirit contained in the blood, it didn't matter because our talented esthetician was absorbing it with great admiration..
"You're dying because you're an asshole.."
Thanks to this, the movement of swinging Este, which had become like a sword of light, towards the guy's neck was full of energy, as if I was swinging a sword for the first time today..
I don't know if he could understand what I said, but I hope he did..
If a cub whose name is a dragon is taken over by an evil spirit, his stomach will turn upside down until the moment he dies, and then he will die..
-Kagagak!
The sight of its scales and skin being torn off while light filled my vision gave me less emotion than I expected. I just changed the use of magical power according to the timing of Este's penetration..
Then, the flow of magic power that was a chainsaw transformed into a frenzied blender and tore through the man's wounds, which were just a small gap..
[Ugh ga ga gak!]
The effect was great, except for Este screaming like she was crazy. She ripped off the guy's neck with such ease that it couldn't even be compared to having to cut off her wings by putting her whole body into it..
Magic circles that seemed to have been created by the bastard to stop me appeared everywhere, but there was no way that proper magic could be implemented while my head was not just cut off but was completely reduced to a pulp..
However, all I had to do among the magic circles was to quickly swing the blender. That alone cut off his head in an instant..
At the same time, the magic circles that were shaking unstablely around disappeared..
[Well, did you do it??!]
Este's resurrection spell is heard, and the moment the huge head heads toward the ground, leaving Iranoreff's blood and flesh gushing out..
Even when I noticed that the only eye was still looking at me, all I felt was the feeling that it was finally over..
However, the fact that he used the most basic sacred method to prevent the curse was not because he felt anything, but was purely a reflexive action born of past experience..
The reason was that the Great Evil was dirty, but it also occurred to me that there were as many clichés about being cursed by a dying dragon and falling into the abyss as there were clichés about killing a dragon and gaining special abilities..
Still, the thought of why he would go that far when his name was a dragon crossed my mind, but on the other hand, I also thought that what a person who had been consumed by the energy of an evil spirit could not do in a dying situation, so I took this action..
-crunchy!
So, the moment the Holy Law collided with the curse and broke, and the ring on my finger felt a familiar sense of foreignness..
My gaze as I watched the dragon's head fall in surprise as if my eyeballs would fall out was infinitely calm and cool..
"...wretched bastard."
It was a heartfelt action to raise the middle fingers of both hands toward the yellow eyes that were losing their luster, filled with anger and resentment..
Fortunately, it didn't happen twice. By the time the guy's head fell to the floor, his body, which had lost its owner, also lost strength and began to slowly collapse..
It was clear to anyone that it was really over, but I couldn't let down my guard..
How can I put my mind at ease when I finally experience the curse that was hurled at me right before I fell?.
"warrior!"
While I was keeping a close eye on the corpse through magic vision while deploying the curse-blocking magic in order to prepare for any unexpected situation, I noticed that Saint Deoni and Emmet, who had been providing cover at a distance, were approaching quickly, so I boldly raised my hand. He stopped the two people and shouted..
"Don't come any closer! I don't know what kind of tricks this wretched bastard will do again.!"
"...yes?"
"This guy even threw a curse right before he died. I'm afraid that someone might be feeling the energy of an evil spirit...."
The saintess's expression darkened at the word curse, but since abnormal signs had been detected in my magical power, I had no time to give a proper explanation..
"Emmett? Do you know anything about dragons? If you know, it would be a good idea to come and visit.."
Instead, I hurriedly called Emmett, and he looked at me and the saint with a very mysterious expression, then expressed his dissatisfaction..
"A saint shouldn't be cursed, but I can.?"
"Actually, since I am the employer, there is no such report, but I just finished checking it. Rather than dissipating the magic power in his body, it spreads to his skin and scales... What exactly is this??"
"... I can see it with my eyes?"
Judging from the reaction, it seems like this is a normal phenomenon. As he nodded his head, Emmett's face, which had been somber until now, became filled with curiosity again..
"Then you must have noticed a change while confronting him.?"
"yes. As the wound increases, the hardness of the leather and scales decreases.."
"To be precise, 'the more you can't maintain composure.' It's like that. Dragons are linked to magical power from top to bottom.."
Emmett, who approached the completely dead head of Iranorev and looked around, continued his explanation in an even more serious tone..
"Just like wizards who are unable to concentrate on their spells lose their heads due to a runaway spell. Or, like a nervous person showing abnormal symptoms such as not being able to breathe properly or shaking hands and feet.."
Suddenly he said something out of the blue and said, 'Do you understand?' She opened her eyes to Emmett, who was looking at her, and she continued speaking with a bright smile that did not match the tragedy around her..
"Dragons are like that too. I don't know if they were born that way, or if they evolved that way after using magic for a long time, but dragons' bodies are all magical organs. As long as magical energy is supplied smoothly, the dragon's majesty as we know it will always be maintained.."
On the other hand, if magic power is cut off or problems arise in handling magic power, problems arise as I have seen..
Unlike the intelligent beings that could be called dragons, the stark gap shown by low-ranking dragons and drakes came from there..
"Beyond something as natural as breathing, organs were created that way. To retain magical power. As a result, when the dragon is alive, it moves according to its will, but after it dies, it forcibly holds on to the magic power that is trying to disperse, just like the human body accumulates fat for survival. If you try to cut it now, it will probably be much harder than before.?"
Emmet was now accustomed to coming up to my back and explaining things. I couldn't hold back my curiosity, so I swung the esthetician and cut the scales, and it was just as he said..
"It's like rigor mortis, so all the magic will dissipate by tomorrow.."
"Processing and disassembly will begin from then.."
"That's right. This is also why we need to have a very serious conversation with those friends from now on in order to take care of this dragon's corpse wisely.."
Emmett, who thought he was only looking at Iranorev's body, pointed with his wand without even turning his head, which was towards the footprints where the beastmen lived..
I hoped that the beastmen who emerged from the hollow due to Iranorev's bold dive would not be fixated on the fact that they had damaged the sacred footprints, and I sheathed Este, who was telling her to praise his greatness..
"Won't you help me in exchange for a leg??"
No matter how many recovery beads I chewed, mental fatigue was unavoidable, so I spit it out in moderation. Emmett, who heard what I said, opened his eyes wide, then burst into laughter and nodded..
"As expected, I have an excellent eye for employers.."
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