Chapter 292

The fire comes out just by inhaling deeply and exhaling.

Walls can be shattered simply by the swinging of a giant tail, and floors can be torn to shreds like paper by simply setting nails.

It is possible because it is truly dragon. However, despite wielding such overwhelming power, what Crumelia felt was nervousness.

[Die!]

The fire he spat out was blocked by spirit magic, his tail was severed to the point of being torn in half, and his claws, which never seemed to break, were cut into chunks at once by that goddamn Eldmia’s blade. I felt that my strength was consumed to repair the big wound and my heart was rapidly weakening again, but it was already an irreversible situation. Crumelia’s mind, which was only thinking of taking pictures of the insects in front of her eyes quickly, even for one minute and one second, began to get complicated.

Should I go upstairs and stir up the human city to recharge my power? When does the penalty for breaking the contract come? Will my heart be okay?

The emotion of anger quickly faded. If he had killed them all, he would have felt relieved, but he almost got hit twice by Eldmia’s bizarre skills, but the situation did not improve at all. Now, in a situation where all she had left was literally a time limit of not knowing when she would die, Krumelia had to feel that she had gone back to her defenseless childhood when she first became aware of her existence and moved.

There was a threat on all sides, and there was no way to avoid it.

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“What it shoots is just fire! Saint, please focus on your protection! With that level of fire, you can pierce it! Cheryl! Follow me!”

The things that came to my mind were the words that weight class is a gangster and that if you use a chicken knife to catch a cow like you don’t use a cow knife to catch a chicken, the situation becomes very fucked up.

Quickly conveying what I had confirmed with my magic poetry, I dug forward without a moment to marvel at Siegfried’s eccentricity of blocking the massive tail wielded by the devil by laying down his greatsword. I don’t know if it’s to preserve magic power, but since demons mimic dragons and use magic at the same time, the frequency of using magic has drastically decreased.

“Hind legs!”

I’m glad that Cheryl is with me. That daring little boy didn’t shrink in front of the dragon, even though he was a match, and since the two of us had the experience of putting together several times, we didn’t need much conversation to share our opinions. Who would have known that the unidentified sense of kinship that we always complained about and said we were offended by each other would come to light here.

In exchange for swinging its tail, it aims for its huge hind legs, which have slowed down its movement. The dragon’s scales, which were said to be as hard as steel, cracked and fell off even though it was not enchanted, and Cheryl’s attack continued precisely through the scars that had formed.

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak]

Since he was not dealing with an enemy who uses swordsmanship, but a monster, the horizontal slash that he swung with his entire body accurately hit the muscles, but could not completely cut it. Taking advantage of the moment when the guy’s huge body stiffened in pain, Siegfried swung his sword wide, aiming at the head of the dragon that leaned forward while letting go of the knife on the other side as well.

Thanks to this, instead of letting go of the force that only believed in the strength of the body and endured it, I was convinced as I watched him hurriedly twist his body.

“Even if the ability is transformation or transformation, it seems like it’s just an imitation.”

As she backed away from the recklessly swinging tail, Cheryl came to the same conclusion and murmured. On the outside, he seemed infinitely calm, but his voice trembled, perhaps because he was a little nervous. It was funny that he was nervous too, so he patted her on the shoulder and nodded in agreement with her opinion.

The dragon is scary because its very existence is magic.

The breath can be an attack magic that pierces mountains from ordinary flames, and its leather and scales are strong enough to chew and eat most metals. A high-ranking dragon or an old dragon is not satisfied with just that, and knows how to fire all sorts of magic simultaneously. That devil is not done any of them.

Perhaps, if he had incarnated intact, his heart would have been here, so he might have used that vast magical power and imitated a little closer to a dragon, but he couldn’t do that now, so it was a meaningless assumption. The problem is that it can’t be decapitated in a fight like this because it has grown in size.

I said to Cheryl, checking the demon’s recovery speed, which was noticeably slower compared to the first time.

“Go one more time. This time, as soon as you get cut, don’t look back and run towards the hero. And tell the hero to get ready. Even if you don’t understand what you’re talking about, you’ll understand right away.”

“...? you?”

“Do what you have to do.”

I wanted to leave it to Siegfried, but... I think it’s going to be difficult because that jjamyong is relentlessly casting Nigawa.

It wasn’t good to go to a battle of attrition in a situation where I didn’t know what it would do, so I took a deep breath and jumped in again. Even though the posture was greatly changed to avoid Siegfried’s greatsword, the devil noticed our approach and swung his tail widely, but when Siegfried’s magic was inserted into his side, it caused a game and missed greatly. Digging into the same position as before was much easier thanks to not only the magic cover, but also Siegfried stepping forward and aiming for his neck once more.

As I swung the sword aiming at the wound, I could tell that the sword had penetrated deeper into my muscles this time. I would have been cut off right away if I had been wrapped in magic and cut it, but I wasn’t in a situation where I had plenty of room to use my magic for an attack that wasn’t fatal. Anyway, you can cut off the connection with Cheryl anyway.

Sure enough, Cheryl’s sword, swung precisely without disappointing my expectations, severed the Achilles tendon in her hind leg, and a horrifying sound echoed through the corridor just as the muscle that had lost its support rolled up.

[Ki -ahhhh !!]

The sound of the devil was a bonus.

rolling the floor? The enemy is not one. transform? Even the dragon is at this point, what more? Magic? A madman riding on his back destroys it in an unknown way? breath? If you want to shoot it, before you come up...

[Fuck it!!]

The only thing left was to gamble. After making a decision, Krumelia spread her huge wings that she had never used before. Then he looked at the ceiling of the waterway and imitated a proper dragon.

[Quararara!]

A breath like a single flash lit up the underground. At that moment, a blow imitating a real dragon’s breath pierced a huge hole in the ceiling of the corridor. All sorts of regrets began to flood Crumelia’s mind, but it didn’t matter.

You have to run away. Even if you use almost all your magic, you have to run away from this place and collect the sacrifices somehow.

[certainly! I will definitely find all of you and kill them all!]

Dragons require magical power even to fly. However, because of that, it is possible to soar from the underground to the night sky above with just one flap of its wings. Because of that, Crumelia was sure of her escape.

[Remember! Your death is coming soon! The name of that death will be Crumelia!] The

dragon’s wings fluttered and its enormous body was launched into the sky, creating a huge aftermath. Despite feeling the rapidly draining mana and the weakening heart, Crumelia felt relieved. The human attached to his back could not withstand this speed. It will fall off anyway or fall in the middle and die. It was clear that the next battle would be much easier if only that unknown human disappeared.

Crumelia, noticing that it was the relief and happiness of being alive, smiled as she spread her folded wings as soon as she reached the sky above the kingdom’s capital.

[Ha ha ha ha ha! I’m alive!]

I looked at it with a sense of relief that I had lived, and the lights of the humans shining below looked like jewels. those many offerings. A lot of people will die here just by shooting a breath that is nothing more than flames...

“Hey Mr.

I was so shocked that I almost stopped beating my wings. Did you hear human voices now?

‘Don’t be ridiculous. No way.’

no. Hallucinations. It can’t be. Did you survive that speed? a human? Could it have been a human being? Could I be dreaming right now? no, does this make sense?

A small human voice was heard again in Krumelia’s ears, who had chosen to escape from reality during the moment given in front of an unbelievable situation.

“Remember That the name of your death was Eldmia Ega.”

It was only after the world spun around with a chilling sensation that Crumelia had no choice but to admit that this was reality.

In the spinning world, she saw a human clinging to what used to be her own body. A human staring straight at himself while holding the huge greatsword thrown by the hero, using his original sword as a foothold. While falling, he faced the terrifying laugh of a human raising his middle finger at him,

Crumelia [As for you...!] And

cast

a curse.

It was the first time in my life that I had been so angry at a human. No, it was the first time among all creatures. If I go back like this anyway, my life will be in danger. Luck If this is good, I will barely survive and it is unknown whether I will be able to regain my original power.

In that case, I would rather squeeze out all the remaining power and curse that human to death, and the curse was triggered with the will. Because it was a hasty curse, simple protection It can be destroyed even if it is only hanging on it , but while fighting below , the saintess did not take any

measures against the curse to that human

.

It was easily destroyed and returned to itself in reverse. Unlike Crumelia, who did not understand what was going on, Eldmia, who was blowing candy, looked at her gauntlet as if she felt a sense of alienation. To be precise, the middle finger was pointed at Crumelia. He looked at it

as if there was something there.

Then he snorted as if there was something absurd, then threw candy with both hands. The

meaning of that action was clear. That stupid person was hiding even an artifact with a cursed curtain. Tears flowed from his eyes. As she felt herself blown away by the wind, realizing that she could no longer maintain her form, Crumelia had one last thought:

Fucking human bastard...